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Magenta returns moments later with a strange device with handles on each end. They sit together on the bed, each takes hold of a handle and Magenta hits a button in the middle. There's a flash of light, and once their vision clears they see themselves. Magenta gives an involuntary shudder, reacting to being in the body of a newly reinstated Transylvanian. Meanwhile, Janet touches her face and hands, speechless. After inspecting herself, she speaks, and hears it come out in her sister's husky drawl:

"Are you sure about this? Are you all right?"

"Will you stop worrying?" She answers, looking stricken at her sudden lack of accent, putting a hand around her throat. Both women's attention is drawn back to the device when it sparks and fizzles. A wisp of smoke rises from its center, filling them with dread.

Janet chances speaking again, "Vhat happened? Vhat vent wrong?" Now it's her turn to cover her mouth, taken aback by her heavy accent. "Vhat vill Brad say? The plan vas for you two to be 'two ships passing in the night', then vonce the pressure vas off I'd be able to step in. Stranger things happened at your 16th birthday party! But no…now it's broken!"

Magenta takes her doppelganger by the shoulders and holds eye contact, "No, no it's not. Riff invented it, he can fix it. We just have to tell him what happened, and he'll fix it. This—isn't—permanent." Janet nods, still looking rather ill.

"Janus, are you still having difficulties?" Riff calls in as he comes up the hall.

"Uh, you could say that," Magenta replies, "Come in, w-would you?" She stutters a little over her new way of speaking.

"Are you girls all right in there?"

"Yes, ve are. Ve just need to show you something," Janet answers, bringing her hand back to her lips. "I used to sound like this," she murmurs, "They made me lose it." She lies on her back, assaulted by another wave of renewed childhood memories. The four moons of Transexual, the smell of the wind as it blew through the fields surrounding their home, her first coming-out party. A homesick sob straggles out of her throat. "Vhy did ve come to Earth?" She whispers.

Riff-Raff chooses then to enter the room; he takes a cursory glance at his sisters before he notices the smoking remains of his invention. He points at each of them with both hands, and then crosses his arms over to point to the other. They nod nervously, and he as well. "Don't worry, it isn't serious. It should only take a day or two to repair. Magenta…" he sighs, kneeling down next to her, whispers, "You were so beautiful." Riff traces a finger down her neck, getting another shiver of desire out of her. She leans forward, blushing the color of her namesake, and slides into his lap.

"Take me, my beloved; I cannot wait any longer," Magenta wraps her arms around his neck and cuddles him, kissing his neck.

He sighs heavily again and pushes her away, allowing her a kiss on the forehead. "I can't, sister."

"It's still me," she reminds him, trying to scoot closer to him while he pulls away.

"I know that, it's just not done here. Try to understand, it's only a few days."

Janet fidgets nervously, all too aware of whose appearance she bears, hoping Riff doesn't expect anything of her. They'd only just been reunited; even not figuring Brad into the equation, she'd need to get to know him again before she'd feel comfortable with that aspect of Transylvanian culture. That was assuming she'd ever take that tradition up again, she doubted she would.

Meanwhile, Brad's day at the office isn't going well. He'd not gotten any sleep last night, and now he's making up for it on his desk. As he sleeps, he dreams…

He's alone in a vastly huge building, its rooms carrying elements from both his home and Frank's castle. Behind him he hears the sound of high-heeled shoes approaching, though he can see no one.

"Admit it: you liked it, didn't you? Janet needn't know, I won't tell her. It's not all bad, is it? I really think you'll find it pleasant," Frank's voice echoes mockingly throughout the hall. Brad runs from it, and trips, finding he's wearing stiletto heels and tights again. "You liked it, didn't you? There's no crime in giving yourself over to pleasure."

Brad wakes up with a start, yelling as he flails around, then as he remembers where he is he settles down. "It's all right, he's dead, it was just a dream," he whispers to himself. A supervisor then peeks into his cubicle.

"All right in there?"

Brad forces himself to breathe normally, "Yeah, must've nodded off. Didn't get any sleep last night. We had a really bizarre night, to be fr—honest."

"Need to go home early? You don't look so good."

He hesitates, then concedes, "I think that would be perfect. I just need some rest, I'll be fine, I promise. Janet would probably want me to come home sooner, too. See, last night she was, we were…attacked."

"Someone attacked you, Brad? Janet, too? That's terrible!"

"We weren't hurt, it just shook us up. He…definitely wasn't from around here."

"Hey, I'm really sorry about that. Why don't you take tomorrow off, too? I mean it; you've got sick days to use and you need a mental health break. It's lucky you're both okay."

Brad calls a cab and goes straight home. He gets through the door, and it looks like Riff-Raff and Magenta want to tell him something, but he waves them both away irritably. He reaches his room and sees Janet still in his bed. He quickly undresses and slides in next to her. She moans and pulls him on top of her.

"It's about time," she moans, "I thought you'd never get here!" She guides his hands over her chest, "I know it's your first time with a girl, I'll try to be as helpful as possible."

Brad looks at her, puzzled that she would speak so lightly of such a sensitive subject. But she's obviously in need, just as Magenta had warned him. Her sexuality had been awakened so suddenly, and so traumatically, that he was willing to accept any change in attitude.

"Mmm," she moans as he kisses her, "Yes, now, please!" She gasps.

Nearly an hour later they lay together, Brad gazes at the woman dozing next to him reverently. "Feel better, Janet?"

"Hmm-mm, not Janet."

"What?"

"D-didn't Riff tell you? I…switched us. She was…scared…suffering."

Brad sits up, now wide awake, "Who…?" Although he already knows who it must be.

"Magenta," she yawns, rolling over sleepily to face him as he leaps out of bed, repulsed. He rips the covers off of her and shouts, "Get out, you're done in here!"

Acting on unconscious impulse she scrunches up in a self-defending posture, screaming, "Master, please! Must rest!" She cringes, as though expecting him to strike her. Brad's anger disappears instantly, and he covers her back up gently. Cautiously he sits back down next to her, giving her a sympathetic look. "He got you, too?"

Her memory-induced terror abates at his soft tone, and she creeps back to him once she realizes she isn't in any danger here. "The Master gets what he wants. Riff tried…couldn't protect me…" At her last words he puts an arm around her.

"I'm sorry."

"He tried! I tried…too strong," she whispers in shame.

"Well, it looks like he got it in the end."

"That is how he liked it," Magenta quips. They face each other and smile. She quickly drops eye-contact. "I do feel better now. I'll probably need another dose in a little while, if you would." He reaches out curiously to touch her face, she quickly shrinks away. "Don't. We needn't pretend we like each other. This body, no matter who is in it, is adjusting to a new personal chemistry. It has to be you because Riff-Raff said it didn't feel right. He thought you'd be upset, Earthlings are often monogamous in their relationships."

Brad studies her, finding it strange that these aliens would be so considerate to his culture, that it would be considered in a medical matter. "I really should see Janet,"

"Easy on the goods, Majors."

He gets up to go, but stops short at the door, as something occurs to him. "One question: why did…what does switching identities with her accomplish?"

"She was afraid of needing you so badly, you've never seen that side of her and she didn't want to frighten you. She didn't want to remind you of…him. I think she was scared of being reminded as well. It'll take a while to get what happened behind you. You will though."

"Janet's afraid to have sex?"

"More or less. It definitely would not have gone as well as it did." Brad slowly acquires a rather smug expression, "No, Majors, the planet didn't move for me," she snaps, just in time to keep his ego in line. "Not bad for a first attempt, however." She pauses, thoughtful, now clearly speaking with some difficulty, "I can…see…why…she…likes you," she says, speaking into her lap.

"Oh?" Brad prompts, hoping for an explanation.

"You're an ass," Magenta spits harshly, scowling up at him resentfully, "but…y-you're—nice," she mutters in an undertone. As usual she can't pay him a compliment and meet his gaze at the same time. She looks back up at him with her old haughty expression. "Go. But don't be long, I may have need of you again… Thank-you"