Disclaimer: I own nothing Rocky Horror, except Rocky, but not the Rocky you’re all thinking of. Mwahaha. Beware.

Rocky Horror Picture Show:
A New Kind of Rocky

I suppose for me, it all started when I was thirteen. Oops, I forgot to introduce myself, didn’t I? I’m sorry. Here, let’s start again…

Hello! My name is Rocky Majors, and please, don’t let my name fool you, I am a girl. Dad said that the doctor made a mistake and said I was a boy, but I don’t really believe that. Especially since when I asked Mom, she just walked away saying something about how I, “Looked just like him without all the muscles.”

Oh well. My parents are weird.

Anyways, back to the story.

I suppose for me, it all started when I was thirteen. For my parents, I later learned, it started before I was even born. What started, you ask? A series of long and slightly disturbing events.

My thirteenth birthday had finally come, and I had received my first makeup kit. That evening, after all the guests had left, I attempted applying it. Of course, it was far from perfect, but as far as first tries go, I’d say it was pretty decent. Anyways, as I took a look at my work, there was a voice. A voice with a very nice accent, if I recall correctly.

“You’ve got too much blush,” it said in a matter-of-factly way. Startled, I took another look in the mirror. This glance revealed that not only was the voice right, but there was a semitransparent figure standing right behind me, looking into the mirror as well. As soon as (s)he noticed that I had seen him, he vanished.

I was left with one question after that. A question that plagued my mind for five years…

Was he wearing fishnets?