Sorry I haven't updated this in ages.. i been really busy >. its not really worth waiting for as I'm rapidly running out of ideas for this particular fanfic, but dont be too upset heh heh, I have many more weird and wonderful ideas for different ones...
Columbia's pregnancy was over much faster than a normal Earth pregnancy. She assumed it was something to do with the baby being half Transylvanian. Whatever the reason she only carried the baby for five months before giving birth. The baby was almost the spitting image of Frank, except for one thing, although he carried the big brown eyes and full mouth of his father, his hair was the bright red colour of his mother's. They called him Mac N. Cheese Furter - a noble name for the future prince of Transsexual. Frank gazed upon the baby, his son, in delight, and soon had him dressed in a miniature corset and fishnets. He felt a rush of emotion, that when spent, left him feeling like his old self. He wanted endless, meaningless, fiery … contact. He laughed triumphantly "I'm back! It's back!"
"I'm so happy for you." Came a haughty voice from his arms, he started and looked down at Mac. "Did you just… talk?" He asked in disbelief. "Nothing gets by you does it?" Mac muttered. Frank blinked and set the baby down. Such a thing was unprecedented, a talking baby indeed. Columbia came up behind him "He talks…" Mac rolled his eyes "I'm blessed, I can tell, having parents as smart as you two. What did I do to deserve this?"
So Columbia and Frank had a son… a wisecracking baby sure, but still a son, a bond. And Frank had his libido back and was soon up to his usual practices, much to his delight. All was well and good in the castle. Except as Frank sat watching his baby sleep something still wasn't right. He wanted to shout out to the world about getting his libido back… and Mac of course… he wanted to give something back to the world. He went to find Columbia and tell her of his plans. He would run a school for teenagers, show them what it was to be a Transylvanian! Then once his service to the world was done he would once again resume his secluded yet suitable existence.