Attempt at Rocky Horror Picture Show fic. Please, do make yourself comfortable and enjoy. . .
"My name is Layla Horror, and I am a Earth born Transylvanian from Transsexual. -Take care of her for me."
It was a rather cool summer night when the baby was left on the doorstep of Doctor Frank-N-Furter. The child's wailing drew the attention of the maid, Magenta and her friend Columbia. They looked in shock and then squealed and took the baby inside. They took her to Frank and once he saw her he loved her. He scooped her up in his arms and held her while Columbia found a note attached to the blanket. All it said was the phrase above, her name and what she was. Without a second thought Frank and his household companions, excluding Riff-Raff, all took to the child immediately and wanted her to stay. Frank wanted this opportunity to raise an heir since he had no children of his own, as far as he knew. That baby was me.
Life was easy for a young girl growing up with a tranny for a parent (mom and dad), even though we both at the time didn't even know we were really related. I guess its because I never knew what was "good or bad" because I never knew the difference. I never left the house or watched regular tv or played with other kids. No, I spent my time with "daddy" in the lab, watching him do whatever it was he did. Either that or when I annoyed him he would shove me off to my mummies Columbia and Magenta. They lavished over me, calling me the cutest thing on earth. I know on some level they really cared about me, their little dress up doll.
I never knew my birth parents so the Doctor and the other women were the only parents I knew. I'm not dumb and not self glorifying, but I like to think they did an alright job of raising me those nine years. I don't wear the crazy outfits they get into though. . .but don't think I haven't thought about it. Trans-blood runs through my veins and no matter what I will always want to adhere to my Transylvanian heritage.
I was raised for nine years in that castle, and I actually liked it. But someone took me away just before I hit puberty. I grew up having religious views and morals hammered down my throat relentlessly. Maybe that would explain why I couldn't remember the castle that I grew up in, or the Doctor, or my nannies, or why I dressed so. . .plainly. When I had my clothes mailed from the farm my foster family lived the clothes arrived in a battered box, nothing but my tan tanks, jeans and converse shoes. My favorite sweater also came, that made me happy. It's a long light grey one made of wool. Warm and practical, the nannies didn't approve. They only thing they found any pleasure in was my purple velvet coat.
I lost my memory when they took me away from my home. I only remember the car ride that stormy night when the man and woman up front were speaking.
"Such a God awful place," he said. "I can't believe a child was being raised there and by Him!"
I didn't know who he was. Did they mean Rif-Raff?
The woman looked back at me, her eyes were sympathetic. "Poor dear. Don't worry, once we get back to the farm you'll have a good upbringing clean from the filth they were teaching you. Not to mention you'll have a new name now. Melinda. No more of this near prostitute name of Layla Ugh! How can they do such a thing to a poor baby?"
"Enough of that," the man said while he concentrated on the road. "The good thing is that traveling salesman saw her and alerted the authorities of it. Of course without their permission to go in there and kidnap her I don't think we would have gotten her out."
The woman looked down at my clothes, "We'll also get you proper clothing. Not that trash they dressed you in." She turned back around.
I clutched the satin blanket in my hands tighter; they called my clothes trash? But that wasn't nice. And my clothes were fine. It was a soft pink teddy, as my parents called it, my little pink velvet and pants matched it. But it wasn't see through or what they would call sexy as my daddy's had been. He would wear such pretty things. These people taking me away wore so much clothing I wondered how they lived with themselves.
Late in the night the next day we arrived at a farm. There they took me to a room that I had to share with three other girls, all older than me. My new parents had redressed me in plain clothes, tan shirt with jeans and converse looking shoes. I didn't feel as happy as I did when I lived with Daddy and my Mummies. No matter what views they taught me, or who pushed me down, or who made fun of me I would dream of where I came from. Of course over the years those dreams were crushed when they found out I was dreaming them. And so my memories became nothing more than crushed dreams that were deemed "sick fantasies".
I had no idea how it happened but one day I escaped that place. I ran. Somehow I came to be on the front lawn of the place in my dreams. I had no idea where I was or how I had even gotten there, all I knew was that this was a place I was meant to be at.
I've been back here at Frank-N-Furter castle for some time now. I just found out who my parents are and to tell you the truth it's quiet a shock to me considering the things we've done together now. But to know how I found them you'll have to hear how I found one sweet transvestite and myself.
The stormy night had passed hours before. It was noon now and the still body of a young woman lay on the front lawn of the ruined castle. She suddenly moaned and sat up, looking around she saw that she had no shoes on. She got up and looked down to see that all she had was her too loose tan tank, her jeans and dark grey cardigan. She stood up in a daze and felt her old headband in her pocket. She blocked her eyes from the sun that suddenly shot out from behind a cloud and groaned. She stumbled to the front steps and began walking up them.
A pair of black beady eyes watched form an upstairs window. . .with more pairs of eyes.
She was about to knock on the door when it swung open on creepy creaky hinges. Her eyes widened at the cliché. She stepped forward tenatively and gazed about the decrepit home.
"Hello. . ." she called, albeit a little too quietly. Everywhere she looked was dust, dust and webs. Everywhere. "A-anybody h-home?"
No one answered. She walked forward and came across a grand stair case which she began to ascend. Five stairs up she heard a noise behind her and spun around. There by the doors was a very pale man with a hunched back. His hair was bleach blonde and stringy, she disliked him immediately.
"Um, w-where exactly am I?" She asked.
"You don't know where you are?" He asked, his voice high and nasally.
She became so confused, "I don't know how I got here. I just woke up on the lawn and came inside. I didn't mean to trespass. I can leave if you need me too."
Suddenly there was a crackling laugh from a little farther up the stairs. When she whipped her head to face the new voice she saw a curvy woman peel herself from the railing and swing back to face her.
"Those who find their way here are meant to be here!" When the woman saw her face the older woman smiled and rushed to her, embracing her tightly.
"I knew you would return to us! The day has finally come."
The new girl looked at her and saw cobwebs covering her crazy curled hair.
"I-I'm sorry?" She mumbled.
The woman raised an eyebrow, "Don't you remember Mummy Magenta? How could you forget!?"
She looked mortified. "I don't understand. . ."
Magenta let her go and looked at the man below. She stormed down to him. "How can she not remember!? She lived here for nine years. I raised her and she forgets!" They both turned to face her.
Riff-Raff looked even more irritated. "You do not remember that this is the castle of Frank-N-Furter?"
She shook her head, her straight blonde hair framing her face innocently. "I really don't understand. The good people I lived with never told me where I came from. But I can't help but feel as if I've. . .been here before." The female half of the duo at the foot of the stairs looked at her sadly, the man looked annoyed. "All I know is that I was drawn here. I don't know where I am though, or my past, I stopped remembering that day they took me away. . ." she began to sing.
"When I was young it seemed that life was so wonderful, a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily, joyfully, playfully watching me."
She looked up at the cuckoo clock, the bird that normally would come out to sing was frozen from old age. She whirled away, and leaned against a door frame, looking into the study her smile vanished. Riff-Raff and Magenta followed her. A man at the top of the stairs who resembled a Greaser played the sax.
"But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensibale, logical, oh responsible, practical. And they showed me a world where I can be so dependable, clinical, intellectual, cynical."
She danced into the study, she would later call it the Zen Room, and laid back on the table in a seductive way, the act was strange coming from such a modest looking girl.
"There are times when all the world's asleep.
The questions run too deep for such a simple mind!
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned," she sat up and looked at them.
"I know it sounds absurd but please tell me who I am."
She got up and walked out of the room in an irritated manor, it was clear she had hated the place she lived before.
"I said now watch what you say, now we're callin you a radical, a liberal, fanatical, a criminal.
Won't you sign up your name, we'd like to feel you're acceptable, respectable, presentable a vegatble! Oh dig dig diggy yeah!"
She danced and explored the bottom floor of the castle while music played. Upstairs the Master heard the call and he listened. . .Had she returned?
She saw a window and pressed her back against the curtains.
"But at night, when all the world's asleep,
the questions run so deep for such a simple mind.
Won't you please!"
Magenta and Riff-Raff joined in, "Won't you tell me. You can tell me what!"
"Please tell me what we're learned."
"Can you hear me? I know it sounds absurd!"
"Won't you help me!"
"Please tell me who I am, who I am, who I am! Who I am!" She belted it out at the foot of the stairs.
The two strangers pushed her back and forth between them and Magenta then danced with her around the foyer.
The girl stopped in front of the elevator and it was descending without her realizing it.
"But I'm thinkin so logical! So digital! Did you call, uh one two three four!"
The whole time Eddie hadn't come down from the the top fo the stairs and as the girl's voice faded he walked away. He had no real interest in any new comer at the moment, other times maybe he would but today he just wanted to play sax. Besides his girl was waiting for him so he had better things to do at the moment.
When they were done the elevator creaked loudly and it opened to reveal a man in a long black cape. He wore heavy make-up and the girl was surprised to find that she thought him a gorgeous man. He came forward and when he saw her his jaw dropped.