Thank you peoples who commented . Anyone who has already been upset by poor Frankie's troubles should be warned that it doesn't get any easier for him in this chapter. Enjoy anyway!
"Something is wrong." Frank announced as he strode into Columbia's room the next day. He had already assumed his usual position over the groupie before remembering that wasn't what he was here for and perching primly on the edge of her bed. The red- haired young girl sat up and adjusted her striped pyjama top. "What's the matter Frank?" Frank no longer winced at the sound of her annoying high-pitched voice, in fact it had been one of the things that had attracted her to him, he remembered the day he'd seen her for the first time, walking along the street, so full of life and energy, her fiery hair and petite frame had called to him, so full of lust … mmm he'd like to … Oh really Frank, now is not the time, you have to work out – Within seconds he and Columbia were all over each other, he should have known better than to try and teach himself some self discipline… Now they were kissing passionately, her hands moving over his body, moving downwards, yes, his favourite part, kissing harder, her hands further down … What was the point? … How boring … He pushed her away and she stared in surprise. What is the matter with you? Frank's brain screamed at him. With a stamp of his foot and a cry of frustration he stormed out the room, leaving behind one very confused groupie…
Frank paced his room, pulling at his hair and grinding his teeth. He stopped dramatically in front of the full length mirror, the same old Frank stared back at him, sexy, stunning, gorgeous, BORING! He snarled and attempted to bitch slap his reflection before returning to his frantic pacing. With no one to turn to and no idea what was happening to him, he knew what he must do…
He crossed to the TV monitor at the edge of the room and pulled the lever to connect it to the other monitors in the castle. "Riff Raff. Magenta. Come here now." He snapped to the screen and pushed the lever back up with a flourish. Moments later they appeared in his doorway, flanked by Columbia who was still wearing a confused and slightly hurt frown. Wrapped up in his own selfish worries, Frank didn't notice Riff lovingly stroking Magenta's arm with a forefinger. With an explosive sigh he turned to face his servants, and Riff dropped his hand with a nervous lip twitch. "Vhat is wrong Master?" Magenta asked with a slight curl to her upper lip. "I need you to… 'phone home'" Frank answered. He glared at their blank faces. "NOW!" They hurried off to the lab. Frank rolled his eyes, thank heavens for Riff though, without him Frank wouldn't be able to contact home without difficulty as he and machines had never gotten on too well, stubborn little buggers…
Down in the lab Riff had managed to get a connection with the transmitters back in their home planet of Transsexual Transylvania. The Old Queen's face swam into view and she blinked in surprise at the faces on the screen in front of her. "Riff Raff. Magenta." She greeted them in a voice that carried the same commanding tone and unusual accent of her son. They bowed to her and she nodded in acknowledgement. "Why have you transmitted back? Where is my son?" Her gaze swept the lab. "Mummy!" Came Frank's voice from the ramp, and they turned to see him throwing his arms out in a wide, expansive gesture as he clopped over to the screen. The Queen smiled, but as she ran her eyes critically over her son the smile faded. She narrowed dark eyes at him, her face was not unlike her son's, except that the curly mane of hair was grey instead of black, and she favoured dark purples and deep pinks for her make-up. Frank came to an agitated halt in front of the screen and blinked like a rabbit caught in headlights. "You should really run a comb through your hair darling," she sniffed "and what has Mummy told you about lacing your corset? Too loose and your flab shows." Frank winced and instinctively folded his arms over his stomach, accompanied by raucous giggles from his servants. He turned and would have given them a piece of his mind if the Queen hadn't coughed and regained his attention. Instead he settled for narrowing his eyes in a warning fashion at them, that didn't seem to do anything to quell their laughter.
"Frankie…" He turned back to the screen. "Why have you transmitted back? You know your mission isn't complete yet…"
"It's awful…" he murmured, "I have been finding that … things that once … pleasured me now fail to do so." The Queen cleared her throat and he looked up desperately. "I want to do them Mummy, o sweet Virgin Mary do I want to…" She groaned lightly "I had hoped this wouldn't happen to you Frankie darling… I knew that you were coming of age soon, but I had so hoped it wouldn't affect you… When we Furter's reach a certain age out libido becomes shot, gone, worn out…"
His eyes bugged and he grasped at the edges of the monitor as if he could pull answers and help from it if he held tight enough.
"No," he whispered, "no, there must be something I can do…"
She shook her head sadly, but then her face lit up. "There might be one thi-"
The screen suddenly crackled and her face was zapped from view before it all went completely dead. Unseen, Riff let go of the disconnecting lever and smiled smugly to himself.
In the deathly silence that followed, broken only by an occasional horrified sob from Frank, one thought ran unspoken through the heads of the assembled people in the lab. It hung over them in the air, pressing down like some unseen weight, like dark storm clouds on a summer's day.
What is going to happen to me now…?