Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show

A/N: I'm not used to writing from a male perspective. So... I'm not sure if this makes sense. Though Lee is trying to be a 'proper strong guy' the way I try to be a 'proper feminine girl' to fit in. And I guess Lee's struggle to find a stable parental figure he can look up to is nearly gender-neutral. That's going to be a major theme here... I'm pretty sure. "What is family?"


After setting nearly all the statues on a random stage that somehow inhabited a large room in the basement, I went into the wings and settled into what claimed to be a 'Director's Chair'.

By then Mom had gone to do something - I wasn't sure what. Dad still stood nearby, glaring at me.

"What are you doing?" he asked, clearly annoyed.

"Sitting down to watch whatever insane things happen. Something exciting must be going on… you've turned them all into statues and placed them on a stage."

"We're not finished setting up, lazy boy."

"What do we need to do?" I asked, annoyed.

"Put clothes on the statues," he said. "Before you ask, this lunacy wasn't my idea. Sometimes I think I'm the sanest person around…"

Suddenly I had the strange feeling that he expected something from me. Did he want me to be an ally in this apparent madness? I suppose mother.

The late Mr. Majors had died too early to make a serious impact on me. We'd never done Cub Scouts or anything. It was always Brad - my role model - that got involved. I suppose Mr. Majors knew I wasn't his son… though Brad didn't. How lucky he'd thought we were actual brothers. He'd been the closest thing to a father I'd ever known.

"Are you going to help?" Dad asked, bringing me back to the present.

"Sure," I replied.

He walked over to another part of the backstage area, which I couldn't see, and then returned with a large cardboard box. Rather ferociously he tore the top off… revealing a collection of fancy corsets and other lingerie. They all were made of smooth black fabric and glittery silver sequins.

Slowly, I picked one up. Beneath it I found red garters, stockings, blank underwear, and what later turned out to be very different two fingerless gloves.

"This should fit Janet," I said, a bit nervously.

"Yeah. Can you dress her?" Dad asked.

I nodded in silence.

Then, carrying the awfully trampy clothes, I walked over to where the statues had been lined up. Grimacing I draped the corset around her shoulders and laced it up. That actually wasn't too hard - the hard part was trying not to look into her stone-ified fishy eyes. For once I felt bad for that woman.

At least I was giving her clothes to wear. Though the clothes weren't the most sophisticated they were clothes all the same. It was awkward seeing Janet undressed even if she were in statue form.

Once I'd finished dressing the statue I realized that Dad was dressing Brad in the same clothes. He'd only just started - first he'd apparently dressed Rocky.

"What are you doing?" I cried.

Dad scowled. "It wasn't my idea - I'm just following orders. He'll have the chance to put on something better later."

I'm not really sure what was so distressing about seeing Brad dressed like that. Maybe it's because such skimpy clothes are demeaning on a guy who doesn't want to wear 'em. And I'm pretty sure Brad wouldn't dress like that on purpose. He's like a younger edition of the Standard '50s Father. Now he was decked out

While I stood there having a minor mental meltdown Dad calmly dressed Columbia. Or maybe he wasn't calm - his face remained blank yet he seemed to be rushing. I almost worried that the clothes would soon fall off!

"Go on, son. You'd better go help your mother with, ah, what she's doing. Right through those doors at the back of the theater," Dad told me, once he was finished dressing the statues.

"Shouldn't I be helping you?"

"You haven't been, so you might as well go help her."

He had a point. So I decided to do as he'd said and go help Mom with her current project - whatever it was...


Through the theater doors there was a sort of foyer. On each of the four walls a door could be found - the double door behind me and three smaller doors. Each had a sign. One led to the Gardens, one to the Armory, and the third to Servants Quarters. Assuming that Mom could be found there I opened the door to the Servants Quarters.

That turned out to be a dark hallway, lit only by a flickering candle in the distance. I could hear Mom's voice from not too far away. She was somewhere in the servants quarters singing about the shore - the moon? - of Transylvania.

Before actually entering the place I paused. What if I decided to go through another door? What if I went to the armory for a weapon, so I could duel Dad over this odd abuse of statue-Brad? What if I forgot everything that had happened and escaped via the gardens? What if…?

There were many choices. The garden might have dangerous guard dogs running around. Not to mention the armory could be alarmed or booby trapped - the owner of this place was a bit of a nutter.

Though in the end I decided to risk it.


A/N: there's my attempt at a cliffhanger. What do you think Lee will do?

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