Brad leaves and finds Janet waiting for him in the living room, lying on the couch. He stands over her, searching for some shred of resemblance. "Hi," he begins eloquently, kneeling down next to her. She gives him a wide smile, pleased that he recognizes her.

"How did everything go?"

"I just want you to know, I thought it was you. I swear, I thought it was you the whole time, until afterwards when she told me..." He looks her up and down, with a heavy sigh, running his hand through his hair and over his face. Janet sits up and pats the seat next to her, once he's sitting with her she pulls him close with a look of sympathy. "This has got to go down as the strangest engagement on record," he continues, "but I love you."

"I'm so sorry you got mixed up in all this. You've been wonderful, Brad, I'm so glad none of this has scared you away. I'm sure Riff and Magenta appreciate everything you've done for them. Things will be better in just a couple days, you'll see." She gives his shoulders a rub, "So, vonce you found out it vas Magenta, vhat happened?"

"Honestly, I think she's got a split personality. One second she was…gentle, vulnerable…I'd almost say sweet. Then the next second she's brash and insulting."

Janet cuddles him, "She likes you. If she vas nice to you at all she must think quite a lot of you." He gives her a strange look, puzzling her, "Vhat?"

Brad smirks, turning around and tracing her bottom lip with his thumb, "You've got her accent." Abruptly, she claps a hand over her mouth, closing her eyes in embarrassment. He scoots out of her lap and faces her directly, "No, I didn't mean…It's all right, I just noticed Please talk to me." Janet shakes her head like an obstinate child, still not daring to look at him. "It just makes you sound kind of funny, that's all. Wait, that's not what I meant!" At that she puts her other hand over the first, now looking close to tears. "Riff-Raff will sort you out in no time, then you'll sound perfectly normal again." If he had hoped his last remark would reassure her, he is sadly mistaken. She finally opens her eyes to face him, looking crushed and confused. A thought slowly crosses Brad's mind, it's like watching the tide come in.

"You used to talk like Magenta, didn't you? Before you came here?" She nods, removing one of her hands from her mouth. He gently coaxes the other one away and kisses her. She stiffens in surprise, then returns it.

"Are ve all right? You and I? I just mean…I vant to be with you…but I'm not even sure who I am anymore. But whoever I am, I know I love you." She smiles hopefully. Brad kisses her again, but gets a mouthful of red frizz.

"You've got to do something about that hair," he laughs, pushing it back away from her face. "But other than that, I'd say we're going to be fine."

"Oh, Brad," she sighs, touching his face hungrily. He'd accepted so much already: a double infidelity on the eve of their engagement, the revelation that she's an alien being, her increased sexuality, and now an exchange of identities with her long-lost sister. It made her love him even more than before. "You probably should go check on Magenta. I'll be right out here." He nods and pats her hand. He kisses her again and heads back to the bedroom.

Magenta looks up at him, surprised by his sudden return; she was just starting to feel antsy again. She sits up in bed with the covers up to her lap, knees bent up, glowering at her legs with flushed cheeks. With this kind of reception, Brad finds it hard to believe that she likes him at all, despite Janet's vote of confidence.

"You're back."

"Yes, I am. I thought I'd see how you were."

"I see. Well, don't just stand there staring, make yourself useful."

"I want you to know I'm only doing this for Janet's sake. You did this for her so she wouldn't have to suffer…I…appreciate that." He seems to be having the same trouble being nice to her as she is with him. "I…guess you must care about her."

Strangely, this near-backhanded compliment gets a smile out of her. She pats the bed next to her and he awkwardly sits with her. "Look, I don't know if I can do this. Before, I thought you were Janet."

Magenta seems unconcerned, "So? It didn't change the fact that it was me."

"But…I barely know you! I don't know anything about you! And…I love Janet! This feels so wrong!"

Magenta rolls her eyes impatiently, "What do you need to know? I was born at harvest time in 4519, Tenth Year of the Old Queen. We were in the upper peasant class, in the service of the royal family for seven generations. Earth was discovered when I was six years old, my father hoped it would be a way to escape the tyranny. That obviously didn't go as he'd hoped. Father was killed in a rally protesting the iron rule of the Furter clan…I was ten. Janus and Riff both look like him. I'm more like Mother. The rest you can guess. We came to Earth when I was sixteen, escorting our mutual 'friend' on his mission to being colonizing. I've lived here for ten winters without scarcely ever leaving the castle. He kept a tight rein on his inferiors. I'd never seen the sun before. By our nature we are creatures of darkness. Our central star's light hardly ever reached us back home. We would get the day off school on days it did, to avoid risking exposure," she recalls with a smile. "The Master would occasionally bring his playmates home, his pet Earthlings, Riff and I would call them. Then Columbia came, a singing telegram girl who walked right across his path. She wasn't like the others, she never treated us like servants," she sadly remembers her recently deceased friend. "Riff-Raff didn't mean to kill her, she startled him and he acted without thinking." Suddenly she stops, realizing she revealed more than she'd initially intended. "You didn't need to hear all that, "she whispers.

Brad lies next to her with a slow smile, "I think I did. At least now I feel like I know you a little better." He strokes the backs of his fingers across her arm, "God, you're her sister though! That's wrong on so many levels!"

Magenta lays next to him, her eyes are beginning to glaze as intense desire takes hold. "Not where I come from. Help me. You'd help her."

"Can't you wait until that gadget is fixed?" Brad asks nervously.

"Are you crazy?" She growls, pulling his body roughly against hers. She then consciously turns up her inherent Transylvanian persuasive charm. She runs her right hand over his hair and blows against his neck. He groans pleasurably as he feels his resistance slip. She kisses his chest, playing her fingers down his back, rubbing against his knee.

"Janet…" he moans, "God, Janet…!" Magenta places a finger to his lips with a wicked grin.

"Yes, that's it," she purrs dangerously, placing his hands on her hips, "That's the idea." Brad then gives in completely, unexpectedly tightening his grip, causing her to let out a shriek of laughter. He positions himself on top of her, deliberately not letting go of her ticklish spots. Magenta writhes, helplessly convulsing, while Brad seems to take pleasure in the power-shift. The sound of her laughter is so real, so human. Brad realizes more fully that these aliens and himself aren't all that dissimilar. Any creature that could make sounds like that; he knew he had nothing to fear from. When he stops, their eyes meet briefly and for a split second he sees her unfettered expression of curiosity and surprise. Then her eyes go cool and aloof, for all the world unimpressed.

"I'm…waiting," she pants, somewhat ruining the effect of her imperious command.

Afterwards, Magenta comes out of a near comatose sleep to find Brad's hands wrapped securely around her middle, his face firmly against her back. She struggles to free herself from his grasp, "Come on, Majors, let go. Can you hear me? Stupid Earthling," she mutters darkly. Eventually she gives in to the futility of it and lies still. "Fine, have it your way." He gives her middle a sharp squeeze, making her squeal again, earning him a nudge in the ribs. She cranes around and looks at him curiously, then back at his hands. She puts her hands over his, as though trying to solve a magician's trick. Brad then shifts around jerkily, flipping her over so she's facing him. He mumbles in his sleep with his head against her chest. Magenta wrinkles her nose at him and lowers her eyes in irritation. She makes a fist and knocks on the top of his head. Brad wakes up with a grunt, looks up at her blearily. "Would you be so kind as to unhand me?" She 'requests'.

"Huh? Sure, sorry." He lets go of her and she scoots away from their snug 'nest' in the middle onto the cool, unused part of the bed. She fights down a strange warm fluttering sensation, blaming it as an after-effect of her initiation. "I have one question for you, Majors. What was that?"

"What was what?" he returns, looking annoyed and confused. "I just did what I had to. There wasn't much of a choice if you'll recall. I won't be doing it again."

"That's not what I meant!"

"Well, what do you mean?"

"I don't know, or I wouldn't be asking you! I…don't understand," she admits softly, finding herself reaching for him, then forcing herself to pull away. "I don't understand. Is it normal? It's never been like that before. I consider myself to be fairly experienced and it's never been anything like that, like what you did."

Brad looks at Magenta quizzically, she seems confused, lost. He's afraid the wrong word might bring her to tears. Sitting up with a resigned sigh, he scoots back to her and pets her hair, thoroughly disturbed by the soft helpless look she fixes him with. She looks exactly like Janet when she looks at him that way. It's almost as though she's in love. "'Genta, just spell it out for me. How was it different?"

"The way you touched me…I've never felt those things before. It was marvelous, to have something new! But I feel funny now; I don't know what's wrong." Slowly, she sits up, brushes her fingertips against his face, taking quick shallow breaths. "What did you do to me?"

He takes her hand and forces it back down, "I think I caught you with your guard down. I didn't realize you were so ticklish."

"Ticklish? That's what you call it? So it's normal? Gods, I shouldn't even be talking to you! What's wrong with me? I don't even know you!"

Brad cocks an eyebrow at her, "So, it's okay to have sex with someone you barely know, but it isn't okay to get tickled by a total stranger?"

"You're an Earthling!" She shouts, accusing, "What do you know of these things? Nothing! On Transexual, anyone can have sex with whoever they want, there's no betrayal there. This…this is different. I felt something…I'm scared," she whispers, shaking her head and blushing with downcast eyes. "This isn't real, it's still Janet somehow. Part of her is still in control, that's the only way to explain it."

He brushes her cheek, tracing her lip like he'd done with Janet. She impulsively takes his head between her hands and kisses him on the mouth. After only two seconds they both push roughly away; Brad wipes his mouth while Magenta takes a few shuddery breaths, eyes closed in a savoring air. "It's her," she confirms, overwhelmed, "Gods, she loves you."

"Janet's in there?"

"Not…exactly. Only her taste in men, and her reactions to them," she replies, wiping her eyes.

"I'm sure you'll feel better once you're yourself again." He reaches towards her but she shrinks back, not trusting herself to keep control. "Sorry, I wasn't thinking. I also didn't realize you were so ticklish, I probably would've kept my hands to myself."

"So…that's normal? Do you think Riff could do that? It was…interesting from you, I'm sure I'd be more comfortable with my brother, though. It's always a treat to try new things together."

This light remark opens the door wide for a question Brad's been dying to ask, "Why do the two of you…? I mean, he's your brother! That's just not normal for most people. Maybe it is for you, I don't know."

Magenta sits back with an easy smile, "Family is very important back home. It's everyone's first loyalty. We stick together, rely on each other. I suppose it's kind of… a trust that's bred into us. Where we're from, everyone's first time is always with a family member: brothers, sisters, cousins. Always someone older, with experience, that they can trust with the rite. When we came here, it was apparent from the start that it wasn't going to be fun, so Riff-Raff and I looked after each other. Whenever I was homesick and miserable I'd sneak into his room at night and stay with him till morning. Sometimes all he'd do is hold me. Other times if we had the energy we'd do more. I think the Master was envious, that we had each other, so he'd do anything he could to keep us apart." She falls silent again, teetering on the brink of saying more. "Family is important to us…Just like my sister is important to you. She does love you, I already know that much. She must think you're worthy."

Brad thinks he knows what she's trying to say, but decides against guessing. Magenta gets up and shakes out her crushed negligee before putting it back on. She begins pacing nervously, looking at him intermittently, sometimes with a soft exposed expression, sometimes glaring contempt. Finally she steels herself to continue, "If anything ever happens to Riff…do…you…think…I could…stick with you," she forces the question through clenched teeth, her eyes averted, "Brother?" Still not looking directly at him, she holds her hands out, palms flat down, waiting. Brad is stunned, speechless. It's the last thing he'd been expecting. At most, he'd been hoping she would give him permission to marry her sister. He wasn't sure if he deserved to be so fully welcomed into the fold. He also hesitated at its implications, that in a sense he would be one of them. Still, by marrying Janet he would be throwing in his lot with them anyway. He'd do anything to protect her, even hide her from the FBI. Brad finally gets to his feet, crosses the room to her, and they perform the familiar gesture. Magenta smirks at his clumsy attempt. For a while, neither one knows what to say. She fixes him with a piercing gaze; Brad finally uses the excuse of looking for his pants to break eye-contact.

"So, I'm part of the team, now. All for one, tea for two, is that is?" She nods stiffly.

"Part of the family, yes." Suddenly she tenses up, apprehensive, "Don't betray us, swear it. I can't expect you can understand what I've said about loyalty and…family. Just promise me you won't betray us. He could already tell this was a huge leap of faith on her part. Aliens whose only legitimate face among Earthlings was until recently an intimate friend of a known enemy.

"I promise. You have my word that all three of you will be safe here. I never had a real family before; I was raised in a foster home. I was a ward of the state until I was 16. I don't even know if you have orphans where you come from, so you might not even know what I'm talking about. This wouldn't be your average Earth family, but it's welcome nonetheless."

Magenta flips her eyes skyward and shoves him out the door, calling "Don't let it go to your head, Majors!"