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Collins awoke to find his Angel still sleeping. He watched her sleep for a while before trying to wake her up.
"Hey, Angel, sweetie?" Collins said nudging her by the shoulder. When Angel didn't stir Collins tried again. "Honey, you know what today is?" Angel's eyes opened in tiny slits, then suddenly widened as she pushed herself into a sitting position.
"Who are you?" Angel demanded.
"I know you can't be drunk, Angel. It's Col-"
"Angel? Who the fuck is Angel?! I'm Frank, Frank N. Furter. Magenta, Riff Raff, Columbia! Which one of you let this man into my castle?! And who the FUCK is Angel!!!!!" This Frank person in Angel's body seemed to be very distraught.
"Um, okay, Frank. . ." Collins began. "My name is Collins, this is my apartment, mine and Angel's actually, you might want to look in a mirror, you probably don't look the same as you did when you last checked."
"What the fuck is that suppossed -" Frank cut himself off as he saw the reflection in the mirror Collins held up to him. "Oh my god! My hair! My luscious black hair! It's gone! And. . .I'm too tan!" Only then did he begin to notice his surroundings. "And where the FUCK am I?!" he screamed. Collins tried to hug the body that was so familar to him, but Frank shook him off. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" Frank screamed. He just then realized how high his voice was. "Oh no! I've turned into the male version of Columbia!" he wailed. He caught Collins stare, "Shut up!" he said in a warning tone.
"Okay, since we both know you're not my Angel, who are you?" Collins asked.
Frank took a deep breath and tried to regain his composure. "My name's Frank. Frank N. Furter. Prince Frank. Prince Furter. Frankie. Whatever. I'm a scientist from Transexual, Transylvania. I'm a transvestite, I'm on Earth for a mission. And. . -" a lightbulb in his mind flickered on just then and he realized what must've happened. "The one size fits all!" The sudden volume change in his voice made Collins jump. "That's what must've happened!" After receiving the look from Collins that said 'you're nuts' Frank decided he should begin to explain. "I made this machiene called One Size Fits All, I designed it so that it would make whoever wishes to use it feet able to fit into any shoe, no matter the size, shape, etc. It wasn't working last night. I must've made a mistake when I created it, because instead of shoes, it must of switched mine and Angel to each other's bodies! That saying. . .'try walking in another person's shoes' I think it is, it must've had that affect and not the one I'd intended!" Frank was happy now that he'd figured out what had happened. "Now. . .now the question is how to reverse it. But I don't know where I am." He thought out loud.
"New York City." Collins said.
"Excuse me?" Frank asked.
"We're in New York City." Collins repeated.
"Ugh!" Frank groaned. "The castle's in Denton, which I assume is quite far from New York City!" Frank whined. "I need a way to contact my. . .people, and, for the thousandth time, WE DON'T OWN A PHONE!" Collins gave him a questioning look. "Too many people knocking on my door asking to use our NON-EXISTING phone." Frank explained. Collins laughed.
"You're something, so. . .what do you suggest you do?" Collins asked.
"I do nothing, we attempt to find my castle before sunset." Frank answered. "What time is it?" he asked.
"12:30 PM."
"Shit. Then we'd better get on it."
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Angel half-way woke up to find Collins sleeping form next to him. She pulled him closer to her, nuzzling her head against his neck.
"Frankie!" a feminine voice moaned. Angel let go automatically, eyes flying open, alert. She nudged the woman who was still mostly asleep beside her until she awoke. The woman opened her eyes and smiled at her. "What is it, Frankie?" she asked.
"Frankie?" Angel asked. "I'm not Frankie." Angel gasped, realizing how much deeper her voice sounded. "Who are you?" she asked.
"Columbia," Columbia answered. "Don't you remember me?" she asked.
"I'm not who you think you are, my name's Angel. Angel Dumott Schunard." Angel said introducing herself. "Now would you mind telling me where I am?"
"Frankie's castle. . .Frankie's bed." Columbia answered.
"No, honey, I mean where in the world am I?" Angel asked.
"Denton. . .Ohio." Columbia answered.
"Shit!" Angel gasped. A tear slid down her cheek.
"What's wrong. . .Angel right?" Columbia asked.
"Yeah, and it's just that. . .it's my birthday today, and I live in New York City. My baby's probably worried sick! Oh, Collins!" Angel answered.
"Well, happy birthday!" Columbia said trying to be optimistic. Angel shot her a glare.
"I'm sorry." Columbia apologized. Just then a lightbulb dinged in her head. "Okay, I think I know what happened. This may take a while. . ." Columbia said.
"Alright." Angel said. She'd wait forever for an explanation.
"Frankie, the transvestite's body you're trapped in, made this machiene called One Size Fits All. From the way he described it, I think he designed it so that it would make whoever wishes to us it feet able to fit into any shoe, no matter the size, shape, etc. It wasn't working last night, and Frankie was going crazy, mind you. He had to have made a mistake while creating it, because instead of actual shoes, it must of switched both of you into each other's bodies! You know, that saying 'try walking in another person's shoes', it's had that affect and not the one he'd intended." Columbia explained.
"So, this Frank person is a scientist?" Angel asked.
"Yep. I'd almost call him a mad scientist." Columbia answered. Angel laughed. She agreed.
"Well, if he's borrowing my body, he better not touch two things." Angel said.
"And what are those?" Columbia asked.
"My shoes and my baby!" Angel answered. They cracked up.