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Author's Note: I found time to update! YAY! I hope you like this chapter guys! It's my longest chapter in any of my stories! Have fun and please review!

BUZZZZZZ Joey's alarm went off at 6:30 that morning. She lazily turned the alarm off and rolled over onto her stomach, preparing to get up, this was way too early for her. Normally when going to Tom's for breakfast, it started off once a month but now it was more like every Saturday, she would wake up at about 7:45, quickly get changed into what Denton would call decent clothes, throw on the tiniest bit of makeup to please her mum, dad, Brad and Janet and walk to Tom's, making it there by eight but today was different. This morning Joey wanted to have a shower as she had dirt on her from falling over and due to meeting Frank in his makeup and corset she had decided to dress the way she wanted to in front of her parents and the Majors, she also had to give Frank some clothes and some makeup then wait for him before leaving.

She slowly got out of bed and sat at the side of it before getting up. She did not open her blinds in the morning like some people do, she hated the sun just like Tom, she merely opened it from sunset to when she went to bed as she loved sunsets and liked looking at the stars and wondering what was out there. She smiled to herself now as she looked at her blinds, she now knew there was definitely something out there, something better then boring old Denton.

Joey lugged herself to the bathroom down the hall and had a long, cold shower. She always had cold showers in the morning to wake herself up but at the night she found it necessary to have warm ones. She didn't know why, just out of habit really. After he shower she wrapped herself in a towel, walked over to her room and opened what she called the forbidden part of her closet up."What to wear…?" She mumbled to no one. So many clothes in this section, only a few ever worn and only ever in front of Tom, Steph and Chris. Her eyes scanned every piece of clothing carefully trying to decide what would look good with what. She chose and got changed. Joey had chosen a low cut red blouse with a black mini skirt and black jacket. She also wore fishnets and the boots she wore last night. It felt good to dress the way she wanted, even if some people would call some of her clothes sluty. She was not a slut, oh no, nothing of the sort, she was a virgin and Tom was her only boyfriend, she had been with him since she was fourteen, she just felt that this was her style, this is how she was suppose to dress. She was pleased with what she chose and nodded approvingly as she looked at in the mirror. There was one thing missing though. Hair and makeup.

Joey took her vast collection of makeup and her hairbrush and drier into the bathroom. Joey's hair was very manageable, after not long at all it was dry, knot free and in it's usual straight form. For a second Joey wondered which one of her unknown parent's hair she had inherited but quickly shoved the thought to the back of her head. She didn't like to dwell too long on thoughts of her actual parents as she figured she'd never know them and they probably didn't care what happened to her. Joey applied the same makeup as last night, eyeliner, red lipstick and dark eye shadow. Joey was very pleased with her appearance today and set off for her next task.

Making sure not to creak the door Joey slowly sneaked into her parents' bedroom and as quietly as possible in those boots snuck over to their closet. She slowly opened her father's side of the closet and cringed when it squeaked. She stood still for a moment and continued looking, thinking that she had not woken anyone but found herself cringing again when she heard.
"Joey, is that you?"
"Yes mum." She said and continued trying to find something that would fit and slightly suit Frank though she doubted he'd look as good in anything but a corset.
"What are you doing in your father's clothes?"
"Getting some out." She said bluntly.
"Why?" He mother loved quizzing her and it drove her insane sometimes.
"Because I need some." Again bluntly.
"Why?" a quick small gasp from her mother, "Did Tom stay over last night. If he did I'm ringing his mother str-" Joey quickly interrupted her Mum's angry rant.
"No Mum! Tom did not stay over! He went home." Joey said, disgusted. She was shocked that her mum jumped to such a conclusion. Another gasp from her mum.
"There's someone else too isn't there? You're not being faithful to your boyfriend, are you?"
"No, there is not someone else!" Joey yelled but got shushed by her mum because her dad was still asleep. "I would never do a thing like that!" She hissed in a whisper. Joey pulled out a black shirt that looked like it might fit and suit Frank so she laid it on her arm and looked through the pants. "A friend who's in a sticky situation needs to borrow some clothes, that's all."
"Speaking of clothes," Here it comes, Joey thought and rolled her eyes. "Where's yours?"
"I'm wearing them." Back to the bluntness.
"You're kidding, at least put some pants on."
"No, I like what I'm wearing." Joey said and pulled out some jeans that go nice enough with the shirt. She turned around to leave when her mum spoke again.
"And how much makeup are you wearing?" Her mum said, sounding disgusted and a bit mad. "For goodness sake, Josephine, you look like a whore." Joey felt something snap inside her then.
"I look like a whore?" she asked her mum, laughing a little. "I'd hate to see what you thought of the people I met last night! There were these two people, a guy and a girl, must have been in their forties that were wearing gold shirt like things with fishnets and boots, their underwear were clearly visible. Oh and another guy, he was wearing a corset, fishnets, heals, underwear and nothing else with five or more times the makeup as me." She said angrily. "I think I'm going to stay at Tom tonight, to help our new friend. The one in the corset." She said and stormed out of the room, slamming the door on the way out. Her father did not wake up, merely shifted.

Joey grabbed her makeup, went into the bedroom, dumped everything on the bed and practically yelled.
"Oi Tranny, it's time to get up!" Frank, who was asleep facedown groaned first then got up on his elbows and smiled weakly at Joey. "Good morning Sweetheart," Seemed to be something of a nickname now, sweetheart. "You look stunning this morning." Joey smiled. See, why couldn't her mother think that?
"Good morning Doctor, thanks. Now, hurry up and get ready." She said, gesturing to the clothes and makeup on the bed. "I forgot to get shoes so you'll have to wear your heels."
"That's fine by me." Frank said.
"I thought it would be." Joey said, walking back to the door.
"Wait, Joey, you're not staying in here?" Frank said in that flirtatious tone Joey was already starting to get sick of hearing.
"Not today, not ever. I'll meet you down stairs." She said and shut the door.

Frank came down not too long after Joey had sat down, even though he had a whole face of makeup on. Experience must have made him a master at putting makeup on. Joey had been right about the clothes, they suited him enough but he looked better in that corset.
"So what do you think?" Frank said and walked down the stairs like a queen, like his mum in that case.

"Very nice." Joey said. She looked at the clock on the wall, 7:50. She gestured with her hand for Frank to follow her towards the front and he did. "We have to walk so if we leave now we'll make it to Tom's on time." Joey said as her and Frank walked out the door.

The walk was an awkward one with various Dentoners staring at Frank and Joey. It being a small town, Joey knew lots of the people staring at them so she waved occasionally, just to see what they'd do. Most of them just forced a smile back. Frank noted that the town hadn't changed a bit from the last time he walked these streets, Denton, the home of happiness, seemed to be stuck in a Time Warp. Frank decided to break the awkward silence with asking Joey something about something she told him last night.
"So you're adopted." He said. She nodded. "I guess that means Joey isn't your birth name."
"Well it is and it isn't." Joey said.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Apparently my birthparents called me Joey, just plain Joey. My parents, or Denton parents, called me Michelle but apparently I was so fond of the name Joey that I wouldn't respond to anything but that so my mum had to change my name back, but she changed it to Josephine, claiming Joey is no name for a lady. A good nickname but not name."
"You know Joey's a kind of popular girls name on Transsexual." Frank felt like adding, "But I also knew a body builder called Michelle so there you go." He said and shrugged, Joey laughed a little. "So what are Tom's parents like?" Frank asked, that tone back into his charming voice. "Any fun?"
"They're both straight and faithful, you won't get any "fun" out of them." Joey said, smiling.
"Oh, Denton was never any fun!" Frank said and pouted which made Joey laugh again.

They reached Tom's house just as his clock reached 8:01. Tom opened the Major's front door. Tom had apparently also decided to reform his usual Denton daywear. He was wearing a blue button up shirt, not buttoned all the way with the tightest black pants Joey had ever seen.
"Hello beautiful" he said, giving Joey a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "You look amazing." He said, looking her up and down. Joey blushed a little.
"Well dall, you don't look too bad yourself." Joey said.
"You're both to die for." Frank added sarcastically and rolling his eyes.
"Aww Frank, you look nice too." Tom said to the Transvestite. Frank smiled approvingly.
"Thankyou Tom, my dear." Tom then stepped aside to let in his girlfriend and Frank N. Furter.
"MUM! DAD!" Tom called out, "JOEY'S HERE AND SHE BROUGHT OUR…. FRIEND!"
"Oh that's good dear, bring them into the kitchen so your father and I can meet your new friend." His mother called out.
"OKAY!" Tom said, he started walking towards the kitchen and said to Joey, "I asked Mum if Chris and Steph could come earlier so we can talk about… you know what… but I didn't tell her that. So they're coming at nine and we're delaying breakfast 'till then"
"Okay, cool." She answered.

Tom opened the door and the three of them walked in. Brad and Janet turned around with a smile but as soon as they saw their son's "friend" they gasped and their smiles dropped. A small smiled now played on Frank N. Furter's lips.
"Frank!" Brad and Janet said in unison.
"Well Brad and Janet, it is soo nice to see you both again."