The Denton Affair Part 4

There was darkness. A heartbeat. Slow, gentle breathing. Julie opened her eyes. The heartbeat and breathing had been her own. She was lounging in a couch draped with red velvet. Grinning widely, she rose and checked her reflection in the mirror. Everything was perfect. She wasn't sure what was going on, but she loved it. Her makeup looked amazing, and her corset looked so screen-accurate… "If this is a dream, please don't let me wake up," she prayed silently.

Spying a sliver-lined black cape nearby, she picked it up and tried it on. It fit perfectly. "No way…" she whispered. She twirled in it, chuckled, and then stopped, startled by the sound. "I sound like Tim Curry," she breathed. "No effing way…"

"Master, we are nearly ready for your entrance," a low, sultry voice called.

"Yes, thank you, Magenta," Julie called back. "Very nice. Very good."

Would she see Colleen, in a glittering gold tailcoat, eagerly awaiting her entrance? Would she Anna, playing the part of Janet to perfection, screaming when she entered? She hoped so. Maybe they could find some way to alter the course of the movie, if all three of them were in it together. They could change the ending so nobody died, or at least, nobody important.

'And', Julie made a note to herself, 'When Eddie comes crashing out the freezer I won't kill him, for Colleen's sake.' What else would she change? She'd let Anna have Rocky, and she'd take Brad all for herself, and then Riff Raff and Magenta could have their own little transport device to beam them back to Transylvania, and since Eddie wouldn't be dead, that would be Dr. Scott taken care of…

It would all work out, perfectly. Of course, she was aware that there were usually consequences to changing the course of events know to happen. She'd seen it all the time in fictions about time travel, when things got incredibly messed up because somebody couldn't leave things alone…

"It's just a movie," she sighed. "No one's going to get strung out over a movie, right?"

…She stood in the elevator, listening to the final notes of the Time Warp, and she smiled. Time for her big entrance. She'd better make it good. Step. Step. Step. Step. Turn. Look at Janet, wait for her to scream, open the door. "How do you do? I see you've met my faithful handyman…"

Stealing a glance around, she was disappointed to see that Janet was, in fact, Janet, and not Anna, and Columbia was, unfortunately Columbia, not Colleen. 'Damn', she thought, still singing. 'Got to find a way to find them…'

She finished, back in the elevator, her mind still racing. There were still a few moments before the Trannies and Brad and Janet met her in the lab. If she could just find the right tools…

Scrabbling around with buttons and levers, she finally found a combination that she thought might work. The only thing she could now was pray. "Oh, please, oh please, let it be Anna and Colleen that come out of that elevator…please oh please oh please…"