Morning comes, and Janet still shows no signs of waking when Brad's carpool comes to pick him up for work. She lay there, making soft humming noises in her sleep. Before leaving, he barges into what is now Riff and Magenta's room, looking lost for what he wants to say. He points between one and the other, still entangled together in the sheets; finally all he can get out is "Don't do anything weird." Then off he goes, farewelled by demented laughter.

They remain in bed, feeling quite luxurious in their inactivity, alternating between sleep and sex. Eventually they pause to think of how much trouble they would be in if they'd behaved this way at Frank's castle.

"The Master would have you head for sure," Magenta chuckles, "he'd skin us alive!"

"Don't be silly, dear sister, if he'd killed us then who'd be left to do any work? He wouldn't dare ruin his manicure. We both know he had much more…innovative punishments than death." This thought sobers them both. Magenta cuddles up to him with a sigh. "You vere vonderful last night. He can't hurt us again." Exchanging a knowing smile with her brother, she gets up to use the shower. Riff-Raff gets up a few minutes later to go check on Janet.

He finds her still asleep; her moaning has escalated to a pleading note. Sitting down next to her on the bed, he experimentally traces a finger against her cheek, triggering a sound of approval. Her eyes flutter open and she draws a deep breath, trying to orient herself. Riff repeats the gesture, getting her attention.

"We are at your Earthling friend's house. Do you remember last night?"

Janet takes a few moments to gather her thoughts, her eyes go wide as she processes all that happened in the past 24 hours, and it obviously shakes her.

"Oh, Brad!" She cries with renewed mortification, "Where is he?"

"He's gone, he left this morning, but he will most likely return before too long."

Janet nods; she'd feared for a moment that he'd left her. She couldn't completely blame him if he had. "I need him! When will he be back?"

"Tonight, probably." Riff gives her a once-over: she's obviously in need; if they'd been home on Transexual then he would have been called upon to help her. Here on Earth it wouldn't be right, it would be yet another betrayal. It would bring temporary relief, yes, but at the cost of so much guilt on her part. "I'll fetch Magenta, perhaps she can do something."

Janet gives him a weary smile, reaches for his hand, "I'm so glad you're here. Don't let me forget again." He leaves the room and she slumps back on her pillow, flushed and sweating. A minute or two later, Magenta slips in. Gazing sympathetically at the helpless young woman on the bed, she lifts up the covers and slides in next to her. Magenta spoons up behind Janet, wraps her arms around her hips, and gently strokes the front of her panties, getting a pleasurable moan in return.

"Remember the first time we did this?" Magenta asks.

Janet smiles, remembering, "It was before we left home, I'd just turned 14, became a woman. I couldn't control myself then, either. I was so jealous of you; you were always the pretty one. I was so sure that no one would ever want me."

"That Majors does," Magenta observes, making her giggle.

"Brad? Even now? I'm surprised we're even still friends after what happened."

"He has no reason to blame you, he fell prey to temptation, too. Do you forgive him for that?"

Janet thinks, remembering her righteous anger at the sight of him in bed with Frank, then recalling that her own reaction was less than virtuous. If he can forgive her, she owes him no less. "Mmm," she purrs, "Of course I do." She looks at her engagement ring, smiling at it. "I don't know what he'll think when he gets home. You probably warned him, but…I just don't want to frighten him. What if I'm too strong for him? Or worse, what if I remind him of Frank? He's been asked to accept so much already. What if I repulse him? I don't think I could handle that."

"I think you're more afraid of how you'll respond. He's not the only one here traumatized by Dr Furter." Magenta stops her touching and just holds Janet around the middle. "No matter, now ve are safe."

Janet rolls over, facing her older sister with a pensive smile, she touches her cheek as though trying to confirm that she's really there. "This is so strange for me; suddenly having back these memories…these traits. I feel…alive and whole, but frightened. I wish Brad was here. I don't know what to do. Last night was the first time…for both of us." Her voice breaks at this point, overcome by humiliation over the previous night's escapades. "I wanted it to be with Brad! Now I don't know if I can ever make love to him without thinking of last night. But I have to, I must! I feel like I'm about to explode! Isn't there anything you can do?"

Magenta opens her mouth, about to say 'no', but then considers. "You need him, but you're afraid of how you'll both react. The only reason you need him like this is because of the DNA resequence." She pauses, thinking carefully as an idea forms. "If you were me, you'd feel perfectly normal; I've been this way as long as I can remember. I was never genetically manipulated." Their eyes meet, Janet's expression is curious while Magenta bears the look of an epiphany. "Majors isn't exactly my type, but there's always bound to be some sacrifice made in these strokes of brilliance. This could vork." She jumps out of bed and runs to the door.

"Wait! What are you talking about?"

"Simple! Ve svitch places. Riff designed a device not long ago that does that very thing. I'm sure I saw him pack it. It vas supposed to be part of an escape attempt, things vere getting desperate. I'm surprised he didn't use it on you two vhen you first arrived. It's a good thing he didn't, of course. This is the perfect solution. You can have your physical needs filled, but with no silly human awkvardness.