It had been a rough few days to begin, but soon, Magenta was under the impression her precious brother would soon come back. Her belly was growing rapidly, considoring even though a Transylvanian pregnancy was short, they still got to be the same size. About half way through, by now. So Magenta was rather large. Lillian, not as much. About half of Magenta's size. Both girls were worried about him, he was the father to both of the little kids. Or so they thought. One night when Lillian was up for a bathroom break, she heard Frank in his room. Babbling, as usual. Finding it amusing, she listened in.

"That stupid sod, I've got him fooled. He even left! This plan couldn't get better. I just needed him off the maid, and he left all together. And he doesn't even know about Lillian's real father. Ha!"

Lillian's eye buldged. 'Is Riff not the father?' she listened in more.

Peering into the room, Frank was staring at himself in his mirror. He was wearing a different get up, even more revealing. It made Lillian want to throw up. He was playing with his black-as-charcoal hair.

"And with Magenta off of him, I can have her for myself. I just have to pull the sympathy card on her, and she'll be putty in my fingers."

Lillian's jaw dropped. She tip toed away. "I've gotta tell Magenta."

She snuck up and down the halls, until she reached her room. There, she shut her door, and shook Magenta awake.

"Lillian? What do you want? It's...130 in the morning!"

"Just trust me."

Magenta sat up. "Okay. you have my attention. Now what."

"Riff Raff isn't the father to my baby! Just yours!" Magenta's eye buldged.

"Really?"

"Really really! Frank is! I heard him talking in his room, he said somthing about fooling Riff Raff...isn't it great?"

"For us! But, you've got...Frank."

"Eh, I'll live. I hope. but now you and Riff Raff, it's better!" Lillian hugged Magenta. "I still don't want to be touched." "Sheesh, runs in the family..." and both girls fell asleep.

In the morning, Magenta was the first one up. She began cooking in the kitchen, and then brought a tray up to Frank's room. That was where it got ugly. She kicked him awake. "Hay...HAY!"

"Here's your breakfast, Master." She put the plate down next to his bed.

"Master,"

"Yes?"

"Why would you lie to us?"

"About what?"

"What? WHAT? RIFF RAFF, YOU STUPID IMBECILE! He's out on the streets in Goddess knows where, and he's not even the father to Lillian's child!"

"Yes, yes he is..."

"No he's not, Frank-N-Furter, you are!"

"I am not, we never even did anything that could end that way!"

"Are you sure?"

"I wouldn't lie to you, magenta."

"We heard you last night. Talking to yourself."

"Why were you eavsdropping on me?"

"We weren't you and your loud mouth didn't help much either." Magenta was lying through her teeth.

"Okay. you don't believe me, let's test her again. And we'll make sure I'm not the father."

Frank threw himself out of bed, and ran to the lab. "You get the girl, I get it set up."

In the lab, Frank was freaking out. "They know. What am I gonna do? Well, I can just lie again, they won't know the difference...but it is half true...kind of...the kid is part Transexual...but it's got Riff Raff genes...I dunno...we'll just have to see how it goes down."

Then in came the girls. Lillian hopped up in the bench, and he swabbed her. Again, waited, and got results. Looking at them, they read 'Type 2341 (Lillian) matches type 56402 (Riff Raff)' with other jibberish only understandable to Frank.

'Maybe they really did do that...' he thought.

"Here. Riff Raff's Lillian's child's father. It's here in the print. Magenta, you know your brother's blood number, don't you? Look, it's right here." He showed her the sheet. "It is his number..."

A/N

Thank you a million to my fathful readers. i know somtimes i can babble, but Thank you for sticking with me! if you ever have any suggestions for a story, or future stories, drop me a line! And, baby names?