The room was large and luxurious with a king size bed, plush pillows and satin sheets. One wall was given up entirely to a giant window, giving a stunning view of the city, which seemed to glow with a halo of light cast by the sinking moon. Against the wall, to the left of the window, was a large wardrobe and a vanity unit, in-between which was a full length mirror.
Trawdy pulled her long, curly red hair into a scrunchie at the nape of her neck. She could hear the faint scream of her daughter coming from the distant bedroom, but chose to ignore it. She knew if she let the child cry for long enough, it would stop. It wasn't like she wanted kids; she sure as hell hadn't asked for them. But the 5 year old boy, Riff Raff, and her new born baby girl, Magenta were hers.
Thinking of her new born daughter, Trawdy stood up in front of the mirror and checked for fat. It wasn't so bad. It could have been worse; she had friends who had gained a lot of weight after having kids, she had only gained a few pounds which falling back into her old routine would easily get rid of.
She put on some earrings and examined herself again. She was wearing a short black dress and black suspenders, all decorated with silver stars. Her messy red hair was pulled back into a black scrunchie and her naturally pale skin was covered in layers of white powder and her lips were painted in a deep red. Black eyeliner and eyeshadow enveloged her small eyes. All in all she looked beautiful, a beautiful Transsexual.
She looked out the window over the city skyline at one of the moons of Transsexual. As that one sunk, indicating the end of day, a smaller one was rising at the other side of the planet, bathing the land once more in moonlight.
The baby had stopped crying. Either Riff Raff had tended to his sister, or the baby had realises no-one was coming. Trawdy didn’t care, as long as that horrible screaming stopped.
She sighed and ran one more coat of rouge over her lips. She was going out and intended to make a killing. She needed a man around to pay for things. Then she could stay home and 'look after the kids.'
She pulled on her knee high boots and headed out the door. The room stood exactly as before.
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10 Years Later Time hadn't changed the large room. The bed was still draped luxuriously and expensively and the vanity stood as before, covered in makeup. It was only the subtle differences that made you realise that this room had changed, along with the lives of it's occupants. One of the discreet changes was a pair of briefs poking out of a drawer in the bottom of the wardrobe, and the fact that half the wardrobe was full of mens clothes. But you would have had to get close to see that, as all the clothes were varying shades of black.
Trawdy was standing in front of the vanity. She could see the larger of the two moons sinking and was aware it was fast coming the evening, but she made no effort to dress up or put on makeup. She examined herself, looking for the beautiful woman she had once known in the woman she now saw. Even though time had barely touched the room’s appearance, it had not been so kind to her. Her face was pitmarked and wrinkled and she was fast passing the time when she could have any man she wanted.
She pushed her unruly curls over her shoulder and looked at herself. She though for a moment about dressing up in her best corset and stockings, but she knew when her latest lover came home he wouldn't care wheat she looked like, as long as she performed.
Not that she was complaining, he left her alone. He paid for her clothes and for those two bastard children, it was more then she deserved.
He thoughts turned to her children. She could hear Magenta sobbing in a distant room. The silly little girl didn't understand the ways of life yet and she let unavoidable things upset her. Her brother was leaving soon. He would be 15 in a few days and at the age of 15 a young person became fully independent and Trawdy could throw him out. She knew he expected this and was already looking for a new home, but she hoped he ended up rotting in some gutter. That was all he was worth with all the trouble he had caused her.
The door swung open and her lover entered. As always, he didn't look at her. She didn't expect it. He simply demanded and she gave.
In a room down the hall, Magenta lay on her bed sobbing. She had known this was coming for a long time, known in her mind anyway, but her heart had refused to believe it. Riff was leaving. For as long as she could remember, Riff had been the only one who cared at all about her. When she had broken her arm when she was 8 Riff had taken her to the hospital. Her bitch of a mother hadn't wanted to know but Riff had used his meagre wage from his job which he worked at for far to long for minimum pay to take her to the hospital.
She couldn't imagine being in this hell without him. Her room was small with no windows. She longed for a bay window like the one in her mothers room, so she could see the moons set and rise on the horizon. Riff had promised her once that when they were older he would get a job, a proper job, and buy a house with a beautiful big window like her mothers and she could live there with him and sleep every night in the pale moonlight, drifting in through black net curtains.
The door to the small room opened and closed again. She knew Riff was there. As soon as he came into the house, he sought her out. She was here more often then not, crying more often then not.
She felt him sit down on the bed, making it tilt a little towards him, and stroke her long, tangled, red hair. Her hair was the only thing about her that would identify she was related to the woman in the other room. If it wasn't for the identical hair, then anyone could mistake her for a lodger.
"Did you have any luck?" Magenta asked. Riff didn't reply. She knew he had found somewhere. His very silence told her so. Whenever something bad happened, he didn't tell her about it. He just sat there and she knew.
She wanted to go with him. Wanted it very badly. But she knew she couldn't ask. She was only 9 and uneducated about the way the world works, but she knew that he didn't have enough money to take care of her. Having little to no money all her life made her very aware of how precious it was. She knew that if she asked Riff would say yes. He would never say no to her, but she didn't want to impose on him and she knew it would hurt him to have to take care of her.
"Is it close?" she asked. Again there was no response. She tried to hold back a fresh wave of tears but couldn't. Instead she curled her small body into a ball and sobbed. Riff reacted immediately, reaching out and pulling her into his lap, she wrapped her arms around his chest and cried on his shoulder. Why did things never go right for her?
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Two weeks later, on Riff's birthday, she rose an hour earlier then usual. She knew Riff would leave that day, she had been trying to stay happy. She had helped him take his things to his new home, little more then a hole in the wall, but at least their bitch of a mother wasn't there.
She crept into his room. He was still sleeping. Separate rooms was one of the few luxuries that their mother allowed them, even though sometimes it was a luxury she could live without.
She sat down on the side of the bed and shook his shoulders. He gradually woke and pushed her hands away roughly to stop her shaking him. She sat quietly as he looked at the clock then sighed.
"Do we have to?"
"You promised."
He nodded his consent and rose, grabbing his clothes and disappearing into the bathroom. She crept back into her bedroom and changed into a black dress. One of her mothers cast offs. It was much to big for her but all her dresses were. This particular dress was one of her favourites. It was black with silver stars. It had a hole in it and a few burns on which had made her mother throw it away.
Ten minutes later they were both outside. Riff quietly locked the door, then took her hand and led her through the streets. She knew the way well and was far to old to wander off, but didn't resent Riff holding her hand like a child, she enjoyed it. The walk didn't take them long and soon they found themselves in the park. It was the brief period on Transsexual where the little moon had gone down but the large one had not risen yet.
They found their favourite seat. It was quiet and far away from the hub of the central seats where tourists came to watch the moon rise, but still gave them a good view of the marvellous spectacle.
As they sat and watched, Magenta found herself shivering from the cold. Transsexual was heated by underground springs which sent boiling water and gas close to the planet’s surface. The park was where one of these natural heating systems emerged. Cities normally sprang up around these places. Of course, in this day and age of modern heating methods you could live anywhere, even in the coldest stops. But nothing would replace the natural warmth of the springs.
Riff noticed her shivering and took off his coat, draping it over her shoulders. Magenta snuggled into the warmth. She didn't have a coat. Her mother didn't believe in them. Trawdy had a long cloak that she had owned since she was 16 and Magenta didn't expect it to be passed down any time soon.
"It's starting," Riff whispered. She looked and saw a hint of the moon, then the horizon suddenly burst into a line of light. She heard surprised gasps from the tourists but ignored them, snuggling close to her brother and watching the magical sight. Riff had brought her here since they were both children. Some of her fondest memories were of watching the moon rise.
She found tears rising in her eyes again as she realised this would soon be over. Riff was leaving. His apartment was on the other side of town, near the place he could find full time work. It would cost her a lot to travel over there and she hadn't had any luck finding a job.
She watched the glowing orb rise in the sky. The tourists began to drift away, off to there breakfast in some fancy hotel. Riff and Magenta stayed where they were, savouring the beautiful moonlight. Eventually Magenta rose and they made there way home to the mother who didn't care and her lover, whoever that may be this week. If Magenta had known that the memory of that night would be her only truly happy memory for the next 5 years, she might have stayed a little longer .
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Her troubles really began two months later on her 10th birthday. On Transsexual birthdays were very important. On a child's 5th birthday it would start school. At 10 it would move up to high school and at 15 it would leave school for good.
In the city there were four high schools. Children were sent to the school nearest their homes. The school nearest Magenta’s home was the poshest school in the city. While she as a person may live in poverty she lived in a rich part of town. Class had never bothered Magenta. Her mother had sent her to a primary school some distance away so she wouldn't get any ideas that she deserved the treatment other girls did. She had sometimes seen the rich girls around the town and admired there pretty things but she knew she could never have them.
On her first day, she was depressed as she had spent every birthday as long as she remembered with Riff. It had been two months since he had moved and she hadn't spoken to or seen him once. Now she was going to a new school with new people and didn't even have Riff to comfort her. It scared her more then she cared to admit.
Nevertheless, she had dressed up in her best outfit and put on the stockings her mother had given her. She did her makeup just like her mothers then headed out, trying to keep a good attitude.
All the girls she associated with were rich. They merely had to ask and they would get things. Some flat out refused to talk to her, with her handed down dresses and quiet manner, and even those who did speak to her did so in a way that told Magenta they were only doing it because the teachers had told them to be nice to the new girl.
The ones that hurt most were the ones with big brothers. Big brothers who could afford to live nearby. Big brothers who came by after school in ritzy sports cars to take their sisters off to some expensive place to have there hair done and buy dresses and talk about boys. Magenta didn't really like these boys. She didn't like the way they looked or the way they treated their sisters. She wouldn't give up Riff for anything, but what she wouldn't give to come out of school one day and find him waiting for her in a lovely car, telling her he had a good job now and she could come and live with him and be comfy and happy. But of course this didn't happen.
Another big problem for Magenta was that she wasn't all that bright. Riff had been so clever. He had passed all his tests with flying colours. If he had come from a better family, she knew that he would have gone on to college and been a scientist. But their mother was wicked and he couldn't pay his own way, so he was stuck where he was. Yet another of her problems was her inability to find a job. She had looked and looked, she had even had one for a week but she had fallen asleep as she had to work most of the night and had been fired.
All in all, things were going pretty bad. She was in a bad situation and it didn't look as if it would get any better. Then the taunts started. As she walked down the corridor there would be whispers, horrible rumours ranging from her questionable parentage to her personal health. She also knew some rumours were circulating about her brother. She had naively told some people about him when she first started school. Theye hadn’t seen him as the wonderful guy she did. Some of those made her want to scream. He had done so much for her and she couldn't even stop the spiteful girls talking about him.
One day, just after lunch, she was walking luckily along the corridor to her lesson, her head down so as to avoid the stares of her fellow classmates. As she came up outside the door she saw some of the cool girls. Clover and Mahogany. They lent against each side of the door frame, dressed in short skirts and shorter tops and knee high boots with wicked heels. For a moment, Magenta considered missing the lesson. It wouldn't be such a loss. It wasn't like she was ever going to need Transsexual history to mop floors, and that was the only job she was headed for. She didn't though. She wouldn't let those girls get the better of her.
As she approached them she heard the nasty comments start. Comments about her hair, about her complexion, about her clothing, about her mother, about Riff. She took a deep breath and tried to ignore them, but it was hard. Then Clover grabbed hold of her and pulled her round, pulling her off the floor so she was forced to look in the other girl’s face.
"Didn't you hear me? I said you’re a filthy bitch, your mothers a whore, and your brother is scum!"
Magenta fought not to react. She knew if she was just quiet then Clover would go away. It would all be over soon enough if she could just hang on. "YOU, YOUR BITCH MOTHER AND YOUR BASTARD BROTHER ARE ALL SCUM," Clover yelled, letting go of Magenta.
Magenta slapped Clover, hard. Her hand left a burning red mark on the older girl’s cheek.
Clover gasped and her hand flew up to caress the tender flesh. Magenta quickly turned and tried to walk away, but Mahogany caught her arm. She fought, but this only made the other girl’s grip tighten.
"Lay off Mahogany, she stood up for herself, maybe she has got gut after all. Wanner come for a fag?"
Magenta was amazed. This girl, this girl she hated so much, was speaking to her in a civilised manner. Possibly the only person who had done that since she started school. For a moment she was going to refuse the invitation, but she knew she may never get another.
"OK then," she said. Life changed again.
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On her 13th birthday Magenta found herself alone again. Clover and Mahogany spoke to her in school and they smoked together, but that was about it. They weren't really friends. She would never trust them with her secrets.
She was as miserable as she had been 3 years ago. Her only comfort was that she was past the half way point now. Three years of torment, and all she had from Riff was a letter, one measly letter. She'd started to write to him. She never sent him any of her letters. What did you say to your brother who you haven't seen for 3 years, but still miss as much as the day he left.
He would have a girlfriend now. He might be married. Somehow she didn't believe this. He didn't seem like one to get married. But you never knew. He didn't seem like one to abandon her either.
She rolled over in the confined space of her room and took a picture of Riff out of her drawers. It was an old picture and the edges were torn and tatty, but it was all she had. As she stared at her brother’s picture her mind drifted back to her Sexual Expression classes. Grey, the class teacher, seemed to be the only person in school that everyone liked. That was important, as sexual expression was such an important part of their culture. It was hard learning things like that from someone you didn't like.
Now the words from last week’s class began to drift back to her... Grey's soft voice talking to them about masturbation. She slowly reached down and touched herself. She felt her body shiver under her hand. She stroked herself for a few moments, trying to her her fingers right in, but she wasn't getting the desired response.
Then she spotted the photo. She stared at it, then imagined it was not her own, but Riff’s hand stimulating her. She sighed and felt her body react to the image. She arced against her touch, imagining it was Riff, sitting next to her, touching her gently in places a brother should never touch his sister. She could almost see it ... almost.
She let her imagination take control. Let her mind wander with the images of her brother, let her hands wander over her badly, touching the soft spots, the sensitive areas, reaching into her hot core, touching, rubbing. Her fingers gently stimulated her until she came for the first time, crying her brother’s name. As she calmed down, it slowly came to her what had happened. Her brother. She had needed to think of Riff to come. Silently she rose and dressed. Surely there was something wrong. Normal people didn't think of their brother like that. Sure, transsexual was sexually liberated, but Riff?
She took the picture and placed it back on the table. Looking at his smiling face, she longed for him to be there. To hold her and stroke her curly red hair as he had when she was a child. She longer for simpler times when she didn't even know what sex was and Riff took care of her. She just wanted her brother back.
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Another two years slipped past Magenta. She had carried on writing letters to Riff. Sometimes they would be almost normal. She would come so close to posting them, then a little voice in the back of her mind, that tiny bit of nagging doubt, would stop her. Some of them she burned as soon as she finished. These were normally ones written on the nights when she missed him. Some evenings she just lay by herself and cried. She missed him, her only friend. Even though, by this point, it had been 5 years since she had seen him, she still missed him as if it was yesterday. Her hands were poor substitute for another body.
On her 15th birthday, she felt a mixture of excitement and fear. She hadn't found anywhere to live. At least she had a small cleaning job now and was making enough money to keep herself in fags and stockings. Not enough for her own home though.
She had gone into school on her 15th birthday. Most people didn't, but in a way she was sad to leave school. When she left there she would loose any semblance of having friends, she would be out on her own. Even though Clover and Mahogany had left months ago, there were still always people hanging out smoking, so she could at least pretend she had friends.
She slowly exited the school. She was wearing an old black dress of her mothers. Her mother was smaller than her, so the dress nearly didn't fit. She disguised the fact that it was to small by opening the top button to make it look like she chose dresses that didn't quite fit. It worked with some of the younger kids.
She walked out of the building for the last time. A girl stood next to her, a thin blond thing with more money than brains called Meg. Soon the girl spotted her limo and ran to it, climbing in. Meg would be the only girl in the year tomorrow. That was the only reason Magenta hung out with her.
She looked around and surveyed the crowd with envy. The little ones ran of to their brothers. They would take them to there mansions where they would never be hungry or have to wear old clothes or be apart.
She stopped. Her eyes rested on someone sitting on a wall. A tall man, his face haggard, with moderately long blond hair. He was wearing scruffy clothing. He scanned the crowd. She found herself unable to move. It was Riff. She wanted to run to him, but she couldn't. What if it wasn't him? What if it was someone else? What if he wasn't here for her?
Then their eyes locked. He looked shocked, but he rose and walked towards her. She gazed up at him.
"Magenta?"
"Riff?"
A smile spread over his face and she threw her arms around him gleefully. He was almost knocked of his feet by the force of her body, but managed to stay upright, wrapping his arms around her in an all so familiar way.
She stepped back to take a good look at him. He didn't look so different. He was still to thin and just as gorgeous as she remembered.
She reached out and took one of his hands. They were so much bigger then hers. The skin on them was cracked and peeling from hard labour, no doubt. How many times she had fantasised about these hands, touching her, caressing her. Riff brought her out of her revere by wrapping his hand around hers, holding it tightly.
"Lets take a walk," he said. She nodded happily and followed him, holding his hand. In a way it was strange. He hadn't seen her for 5 years and there he was now, going for a walk with her. But she still followed. She knew she could trust him. She always had. The trust was so deep in her that sometimes it was the only certain thing about life other then death.
He walked in silence. She watched his face. There was a spark of joy, but also a certain determination. Occasionally, he would glance at her and there eyes would lock. It was ten that she would see the utter excitement in him and couldn't wait for him to tell her why they were here. Then he would look back at the street, as If ashamed to be caught staring in the streets. Some of the girls from the smoking corner behind the school gave her funny looks as she walked away holding the hand of a much older man, but she didn't care. Riff was back.
Finally he drew to a stop in the park. They had been here so many times as children. He led her to there bench. Everything was exactly as she remembered it from the day he had left. She had only been back there once since then and the memories had been so overwhelming they had made her cry.
They sat down together and he turned to face her.
"Happy Birthday, Magenta." She smiled. He had remembered. After all these years he still knew.
“Thank you Riff."
He smiled then pulled her close into another embrace. She leaned against him and he brought his hand up to tangle in her hair. She sighed happily.
"Have you found anywhere to live?" he asked her. She paused for a second. Maybe this had something to do with why he was there.
"No, not yet." Riff smiled. She didn't often see him smile as a child. Things had always been so hard that things that had made him smile were few and far between. He really had a lovely smile.
"I was contacted a month ago by a friend from high school. Frank-N-Further. He lives around here. We weren't very close in school but I tolerated him and he would pay me to do meager tasks. He contacted me with an offer. He will pay for me to go on to higher education in the sciences, as long as he then holds a favour over me. Frank- N-Further is a scientist, and not a very good one at that. I think that one day he expects to mess up and is trying to cover his back by getting favours.
"He has agreed to pay for tuition and accommodation. I have seen the flat. It is medium sized with a large bay window in the bedroom. There is only one bedroom but I can sleep in the living room. Do you still want to live with me, sister?"
"Yes," she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him. She felt as though she was a princess and her prince had just come riding in to save her. He laughed and stood up, pulling her with him and swinging her around. He then stopped and smelled her.
"You've been smoking?"
"Yes." She looked at the ground. They'd seen the videos, she knew it wasn't good, but she couldn't stop.
"Fair enough, but you buy them with your own money and don't smoke around me."
She grinned and kissed him on the cheek. Then Riff smiled and let her go. The moon had begun to set. It was the time of year where both moons could sometimes be seem at once and there were long periods of total blackness. She shivered as cold air washed over her.
He offered her his coat just like he had on the day he went away. "Come on," he said. "We'll get your things now and we can be in the new apartment by the end of the day. I would have come earlier but I wanted everything to be ready for you when you go there."
"Thank you," she whispered. She leaned against him and he guided her back to her mother’s home with his strong arms, then on to their new apartment and new lives.
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Her life changed dramatically. She quickly found work. It was a cleaning job and by no means perfect, but it made money. Riff was always very busy with his studies but she understood. She took care of everything for him.
She hadn't met Frank-N-Further. Riff didn’t talk about him and she didn't want to trouble her brother. But she often wondered just who Frank-N-Further was, what he looked like, etc. His money was making her life so much better, it was strange that she had never even met him.
As Riff had told her, the bedroom had a beautiful large window. It pointed in the opposite direction to her mothers so instead of watching the moonset, she watched the moonrise.
Also, true to his word, Riff slept on the couch. She wanted him to share her bed. She wanted to lay in his arms and watch the moonrise every morning, but she didn't know how to approach him about it. He might be mad at her or worse, disgusted.
It was normal for her to go to bed before he got in, but she would lay awake until she heard him come in. This particular night it had grown so late she was having trouble staying awake. She lay on her bed with her eyes closed and listened. She knew his routine well after all the nights she had laid there listening to him, but something was wrong.
There wasn't the usual spring in his step. He walked in the door, paused, then headed straight for her room. She pretended to sleep as he knocked. She didn't reply. A second later the door opened and he came in. He called her name but she didn't answer. He entered the room slowly then moved over to the bedside. He sat down beside her. She was suddenly aware that she was naked and the covers were down low enough for Riff to see her breasts in the pale moonlight. She could feel him looking at her, but still didn't move.
"Ahh, my sister," he whispered. "If only I could give you everything you deserved. A few years and it won’t be a problem, you can have anything you desire. I just need to qualify from this course."
He reached out hesitantly and touched her hair. He tangled his fingers in her soft red curls.
"It is so hard, but I keep working, for you. I love you very much my sister. If only I could tell you how much.... show you..." his hands wandered down, brushing against the sheets but not quite touching her breasts. "But I cant, it's wrong. If only..." Slowly she opened her eyes. He was quite shocked and drew his hand back quickly. She yawned as if she were just waking then smiled at him. He looked nervously at her.
"Did you hear that? She nodded. He turned quickly and moved towards the door but she jumped out of bed and caught his arm. He stood still, refusing to look at her. Slowly she let go of his arm wrapped her arms around his chest. She leaned on his back for a moment, then moved around him and unfastened his shirt, pulling it off him, then his trousers. She was pleased to find he didn't wear underwear. She took his hand and guided him to the bed. He walked with her as if in a daze.
"I remember my Sexual Expressions teacher telling me that no form of love is wrong."
"But Magenta, you don't understand..."
She kissed him. A soft kiss. For a second he didn't react, but then he put his arm around her and drew her closer. After a short time they had to break of for air. They stood together, watching each other. Then he smiled and kissed her again.
The next morning Magenta lay naked under the rumpled sheets, staring at the moonrise. Her head rested on Riff’s shoulder and his arm around her waist, holding her close. He was still sleeping, but it didn’t matter; she didn’t care if he saw it. What mattered was that she had wanted this for so long and now it was really happening and she never wanted it to end.
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Days soon became weeks, which soon grew into months, which eventually became years. Magenta managed to get a better job, still cleaning, but for more money. The five years between Riff picking her up after school and his graduation seemed to drift by in a daze and before she knew it the letter arrived for them to attend the ceremony where he would be given his certificate and membership to the TSA, the Transsexual Science Association.
The Transsexual Science Association controlled all science on and off the homeworld. The TSA were responsible for the recent development of the sonic transducer which could be used to send people to investigate other planets. A rather exciting discovery.
Lying on her back staring at the ceiling, she waited untill Riff came home. The door swung open and she looked over at him smiling and handed him the letter. He snatched it greedily and read it, then pulled her to her feet and spun her around.
"Can I go with you?" she asked, a little nervously. "Of course, my beautiful sister."
She laughed, finally a chance to meet all the people he knew from school. After this it would all change again. He would have more money and a better job. He might be home with her more often. Just before his final examination, he had hardly been home at all, he had been studying so hard. For the last few weeks since the exam, he had been home most of the time, except rare social engagements like the one he had just been taking care of, and she didn't want this arrangement to end.
Her brother slowly seemed to be becoming more aware of her naked body pressed against him. He smiled then kissed her neck, nipping and sucking. She knew that by tomorrow there would be a glorious love bite there.
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On the night of the awards ceremony, Magenta dressed up. She didn't dress up often, there was only Riff who she wished to dress up for and he loved her whatever she looked like. She had pulled her hair up in the latest fashion and Riff had let her buy a new dress. As she applied the last of her makeup the door swung open and Riff entered. As he looked at her, a smile spread across his face.
"Oh," he whispered. "Magenta, you look stunning." She felt a blush rising up her cheeks. It wasn't the first time he had commented on how beautiful she was, but the look in his eye...
The long walk was a daze with Riff holding her hand. He had already told her that she was here as his sister, not his lover. She couldn't be both. As they approached the large hall he dropped her hand.
They entered and the mingling began. She was aware that most of the people there had more money then she would ever have. The women wore dresses which must have cost 5 times what hers did and she felt well and truly outshone, even though she knew when they got home Riff would insist she had been the most beautiful there.
He led her through the crowd, stopping now and again to introduce her to some friend or another. She soon lost track of who everyone was and fell back into a haze, until she spotted someone striding purposefully towards them.
She didn't know why, but the second she saw him she hated him. She wanted to avoid him, but she knew it would be impossible. He was wearing a very short black skirt and a bustier. His makeup was perfect, not a smudge on it. It wouldn't surprise her to find out that he had a team of makeup artists who's sole job was to apply his makeup every day, considering how rich he probably was.
He walked briskly towards them, then extended his hand to Riff. Riff took it reluctantly and shook it.
"So, you actually made it this far. Maybe you are good at science after all."
"Frank-N-Further, I’d like you to meet my sister, Magenta."
"Charmed," Frank-N-Further said without even looking at them. Magenta was shocked. After all this time wondering about Frank-N-Further, this evil man was him. Riff had said he wasn't a good person, but she had had trouble believing it until now.
"Just remember who put you through this Riff Raff. You need to be out of the apartment in two weeks. I suggest you find a job quickly."
"It shouldn't be a problem," Riff replied, forcing a smile. Frank-N-Further walked quickly away.
The rest of the night went by quickly. She met more people then she could remember and felt so happy for Riff when he finally was rewarded for his hard work. Then they returned home for lots of rewarding sex, but somehow Franks words hung over her, ‘Just Remember who put you through this’.
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Life settled down for Riff and Magenta. They were just like any other Transsexuals. She worked as a maid and he soon found a good job as a lab assistant. Their lives weren't perfect, but then few people’s were and they knew they would always have each other.
Things began to take a turn for the worst on her 25th birthday though. Riff, now 30, went out every morning to get the paper. She would wait for him in bed and they would indulge in a little recreational sex before speeding of to work.
This morning was different though. He came into the bedroom, threw the paper beside her, and began to pace. She picked up the paper curiously and saw Franks picture on the front page. The headline read ‘Scientist in Disgrace’. She didn't read on, she knew what it meant. Riff had told her when he had taken her away that Frank was a bad scientist and that he owed him a favour. The odds were if he wanted his reputation back, Frank was going to call the favour in. She rose and pulled on her robe, then wrapped her arms around Riff from behind. He stopped pacing, but he was still so tense.
"Don't worry," she whispered. "I'm sure there are a lot of people higher up who owe him favours. We probably won’t even hear from him."
Riff didn't seem convinced, but he nodded. Silently, he went into the bathroom and started to get ready for the day.
It was two months before they heard anything else. Riff had been on end the entire time and their sex life had suffered. This particular evening, they were watching the public news broadcast. She was spread across the couch with her feet on his lap and he was sitting pensively on the other side of the couch. The door rang and he practically jumped to his feet. She yawned and curled up as he went to see who rang.
"What do you want?" she heard Riff ask, then another voice replied, a voice she had only heard once but haunted her every day. "Well, that's no way to talk to an old friend."
Magenta heard movement, then Riff appeared in the living room door, quickly followed by Frank-N-Further. Riff offered a seat then sat nervously next to her, as if to protect her should Frank-N-Further try anything. Frank looked at her and smiled seductively, then sat down.
"Actually, there is a reason for my visit." "Let me guess, you’re calling in the favour."
"Precisely. I have already spoken to the TSA, They have agreed to give me one more assignment. I will travel to Earth in a castle and try to blend in with the locals. Earth is a small, boring planet, quite a way from here. It should be easy. We’re to find two male and two female specimens to bring back and study. I need to assemble my own team. I had heard you have become quite the lab assistant and since your sister is still here I'm sure she can handle the domestics.
"I need you to come on this mission. You will be registered with the TSA, so there will be no unfair treatment. I am sure you remember my school days. I'm rather opposed to work so you will have to do most of the thing. It should be a quite boring mission but who knows, we could find something interesting."
"I don't suppose I can say no, can I?"
"Of course not."
Riff sighed, then shook Franks outstretched hand.
"Excellent, I’ll get you the relevant paper work asap and we’ll get this show on the road." Frank-N-Further showed himself out and Riff collapsed back on the couch, sighing.
Magenta leaned over and laid her head on his shoulder. He reached up and stroked her soft hair. She knew it was all changing again but they would get through it, she and Riff together.
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