Columbia led in Frank's arms, entangled amongst the sheets, her own steady breathing in perfect rhythm with his. She'd never felt like this before, she felt so fulfilled. She let out a sigh of pure happiness as Frank played with her hair, a gesture so simple, but full of gentle love. It was all a completely new experience.
"I've never felt like this before," Frank dipped his head to whisper softly in her ear. "Me neither," she replied. "What's happening to us?" She rolled over to face him, her hands resting lightly on his chest, "You've become more … human …" He acknowledged her statement with a widening of his eyes and a confused headshake. In one smooth movement he had rolled to a standing position by the bed and pulled on his lacy lingerie hot pants. She sat up quickly in alarm, holding the sheets around her. He dropped back onto the bed and into her arms; she nuzzled his neck murmuring "I'm sorry." Held in each others arms they lost all track of time.
The next few days found Frank and Columbia feeling rejuvenated and fulfilled. Their heads were free from thoughts of lust, meaningless or meaningful, and they felt all the more relaxed for it. They merely drifted around the castle in contentment. Riff and Magenta had noticed the change and they were finding it all highly creepy. Magenta was perched on the ramp that led down into the lab watching her brother stabbing the floor with a mop. Sensing what was upsetting him she said "It von't last forever…" Riff raised his eyes, which were blazing with fury, to her and she pulled back slightly. Tensions were rising…
It became even tenser when the next day when Columbia announced to Frank that she was pregnant. The calm that he had been feeling erupted into a seething mass of emotion. He stood awkwardly, unsure of what to do, the blood slowly draining from his face until he was paler than the white powder plastered over his face. The diminutive groupie stood before him, hands placed angrily on her hips, one sparkly boot tapping impatiently against the floor. "Well?" Frank's head jerked like he'd been slapped and he raised his eyebrows disbelievingly "You're pregnant?" She exhaled and nodded like he was stupid. He repeated the question, his voice rising on the last word. Amongst all the feelings that boiled inside him he was starting to feel like his old self and that old self did not want the commitment of a child. Is this the type of meaningful commitment you wanted? He mentally growled at his libido. "How wonderful" he said in his most lacquered voice to Columbia, with only a drop of audible sarcasm. She raised her eyes heavenward and stormed out. "A fine mess I've gotten myself into…" Frank muttered to himself. On the other hand having a baby Furter could be quite fun… he started envisioning baby size corsets and fishnets, he would make a wonderful, uhh… mummy? Dad? Never mind, the title didn't matter, he was looking forwards to moulding the child in his image, make the perfect Transsexual out of them. He laughed wildly and hugged himself in delight, accompanied by a stylish foot pop.