Chapter 1
Thanks To Stanman63 for editing!
Synopsis:
A popular all girls rock and roll band needs a new member for their world tour. The lead singers annoying little brother seems like a good choice.
“I have taken all your attitude I’m going to take now, little brother,” my sister screamed at me as she stormed toward me angrily.
I was backing up slowly, afraid. I didn’t mean anything. She got to me as I backed into the far corner. She grabbed my shirt pulled me toward her. Her face twisted in an angry expression as she bent down toward me, her nose nearly touching mine.
Her friends standing back watched her outburst of anger toward me as she held me in her grasp, her face inches from my face, she said, “You will apologize to me now or you will get the beating of your life, right here in front of my friends and in front of Lita!”
Lita was one of my sisters close friends. She was stunningly beautiful. She had blonde hair, her body was awesome and she always wore sexy leather outfits. I had a crush on Lita. She was also the most beautiful of all my sisters friends. She was standing behind my sister watching her abuse me with a grin on her face. She was wearing fishnet stockings and a very tight black leather skirt and a black bustier that plunged down between her large breasts. I did have a crush on her
I felt myself trembling in fear at the sound of her hateful angry voice. My sister always had a very short fuse and a mean temper. My sister Cherie was beautiful, blonde, seventeen and she was really strong. It has got worse lately.
“I am sorry, sister. I just don’t know why Mom lets you stay out all night and dress like you do when you go out. You get so much and I don’t get anything. It is not fair.”
She always dresses sexy and sluttish too. I never understood why mother let her wear that stuff for her photo shoots and concerts but she did. I guess she was expected to look like a rebel type rocker girl. She was the lead singer for a popular rock and roll band and it was 1976. She came in wearing a white lacy corset, super tight short shorts, white stockings and a lot of makeup. She was supposed to look like a slutty runaway. .
She sneered, “That is because I work hard for it. Me and my friends are rehearsing every night. You know we are in a band and we have to work.” She asked me, "What? Do you think all of this success is for nothing?" she sighed, “No, stupid. We rehearse all night and Lita and myself help write new songs that pay for this new house and all of our new outfits."
I looked at her with new respect as instead of her usual anger, she was actually being nice, in her own way.
"I know you have a thing for Lita, but you aren't her type. She doesn’t like guys that look like they could be her sister. She wants you to stop flirting with her. Now stop bitching about me getting everything. Its fucking exhausting and I’m going to bed and if I hear another whine out of you I’m locking you back in the basement for the night.“
I sat down sadly. It wasn’t fair. I tried to look good as Lita walked by, I smiled and said, “Hi Lita, you are looking hot today.”
She gave me a vicious look and the rest of the girls broke out laughing. Then she laughed too and said giggling, “My god, he does look like a girl.“
Joan said, “Look at that long hair. Is that hairspray.“
My sister Cherie said, ”He uses hairspray and look at his lips. He says its chap stick but it sure looks like he uses lip gloss. And he thinks eyeliner and eye shadow makes him look masculine.“ That made them all burst out laughing. I was humiliated, what little respect that I had had for her vanished under her verbal abuse.
Lita had to rub it in and say, “And his ass and hips. He looks like a teenage girl. Its so funny and annoying that he has to hit on me every time.“ Then she looked at me and said, “I would never go out with you, David so quit asking. You look like my younger sister, so cut it out. I only date real boys.”
That was when my sister angrily stormed toward me like an angry storm cloud, and punched me viciously in the stomach. I doubled over, crying from the girls humiliation and in pain from the strike. My eyes watered from the dull pain in my stomach as I curled over. I got up still in pain and ran toward my bed room, threw myself on the bed and began crying.
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Life was not fair at all. It was 1976, I was six months from being fifteen years old. I was a boy but I was quit often mistaken for a girl. I guess that I asked for it being so feminine. I couldn’t help it. I wanted to be beautiful and popular like my sister. To top it all off my sister was the lead singer for a very popular rock band. Her and her friends called themselves The Little Runaways. One of their most popular songs was the Runaway. Their new album was selling like mad.
There was my sister Cherie, she was the lead singer. Her best friend Lita was the lead guitarist. Joan was sexy but she was scary. She loved wearing black leather and even her hair was solid black. She seemed to hate me the most.
It made my family very wealthy in the past year. But I didn’t notice. I hardly got anything. My mom, the bands manager dotted on my sister and the band. I was hardly noticed. And the abuse I suffered at the hands of my sister was also not noticed.
Even when I complained to my mother, she ignored it. She told me that she didn’t have the time to bother with my constant bitching, and to stand up for myself. Then she told me to stop pissing my sister off. Add to all of that, my sister was so mean and she was getting insufferable and arrogant with her new found wealth and popularity.
Her abuse had been getting worse and I was only fourteen. I didn’t know what to do. My dad told me to deal with it myself. He said, “You are a young man and if you cant handle what a girl throws at you then don’t come to me crying. Deal with it like a man.”
She was older and her strength easily overpowered me. I kept crying into the night until I finally fell asleep. I even forgot to put on my moisturizer cream on my face like I always did. So I cared about my skin and how I looked, did that make me any less of a boy?
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I didn’t get as much sleep as I wanted. About 4:30 the next morning, I was rudely awaken. I felt my body being shook. I looked up, still groggy to see Mom pushing me and shouting, “Wake up David. Wake up.”
I looked up to see her, My sister Cherie and her friend Joan standing behind her. I asked, “Why are you bothering me at this time? Just let me sleep.”
She kept shaking me and said, “Get out of bed sleepyhead. We have a serious problem with the band and we need you. Lita has quit the band. That leaves us without a lead guitarist and a good singer. We have to find a replacement but until that happens we need someone now.
They looked at me and mom smiled. She said, “Since you look so much like her, we decided that you can fill her place for the time being. You look just like her and you are a good guitarist. And I heard you sing some of her songs and you can do this. So get out of bed. You need to start practicing with the girls and lean their songs more if you will be playing with them in the concerts. You know they are releasing a new album next year and we are planing a big tour for 1977. Isn't that great. You will be doubling for Lita."
My mind was in a whirl. 'Were they crazy?' How the hell was that going to work out? They wanted me to be a girl, and play in their band, in a big world tour as part of a all girls band? People would be looking at me on stage, taking pictures of me with the band. That was stupid! Someone will find out I wasn’t the REAL Lita sooner or later.
I looked at them and I started laughing. “Mom that is the stupidest idea I ever heard of. I am Cherie’s little brother. I know I can probably pass as a convincing girl but I don’t think I can pass for Lita well enough to go on a public tour with them. It is a dangerous idea and a fraud. You cant be serious!”
My sister Cherie looked at me and smiled. “We got it all covered little brother. You look like a very convincing girl already. With a little work, right clothing, padding in right places and a lot of work on our songs I know you can convince the world you are Lita. It will be only for a year until we can find a replacement. Now don’t give us any trouble or you will be sorry, David. Get out of bed. We have a lot of work to do and only four months until we release our new album and go on tour."
It looked like I didn’t have any choice in the matter. My sister and Mom already had decided for me. I reluctantly got out of bed and said, “All right. I’ll do it for you Cherie. What do I have to do?” I got out from under the blankets and stood up.
Cherie and Joan had a good laugh, “Wow your legs are so smooth. And I love that pink satin nighty you are wearing. It looks like a some of the work is done already. But you need to learn all our new songs for the tour. You need to learn the lyrics for them. You have to learn how to move like a girl, on stage too. It will be fun, David. Don’t worry about Lita getting upset. She said it is ok and she will be here to help you learn the cords to play. First rule, no more boy clothes. You have to erase your male identity for a while. You cant be seen as a boy. Ever. If anyone takes a picture of David next year then we are all in very deep shit. You are Lita for a year. Get used to it. Now put on this outfit and meet us for practice. After that, we have hired a Mistress to help you learn how to be a girl in public."
By Princess
Thanks To Stanman63 For Editing!
Synopsis:David submits to the bands demand that he be a girl for them and some interesting and uncomfortable situations develop.
Joan was looking at me. Out of all of them, she was the most interesting girl. She had a great voice, the rhythm guitarist of the band. She sung lead in a few of the songs, but there was something really scary about her too. She was really hard core that gave her a confidence and fierce nature. And there she was, standing by my bed that morning, looking at me with that mean look she had. I knew she was trying to intimidate me, and it was working.
She just looked frightening with her jet black hair, leather pants, that tight leather top and those hard eyes. I knew she could kick my ass in a fight. I did not what to tempt her.
I stuttered, “Okay, Okay, guys, I’ll do it. Cherie is my family and I don’t want her band to go down because of me. Anyway, I know I wont like what happens if I refuse. You guys will probably beat me again or throw me in the closet for a day. I don’t want that to happen again.”
Mom said, “Damn right you don’t, you little girl. I might have made it two days this time. If you let us all down you will really suffer. But I knew I wouldn’t have to threaten you. I know you love playing a girl by the way you shave your legs, wear nylons under your jeans and trim your eye brows. I cant believe my son wears a pink nighty to bed. How long have you been doing that?”
Mother has always been rather mean toward me. I don’t know why but I suspect its that I was a boy and she didn’t like boys.
“Oh, “ I said. “For a few weeks. I brought this nightie at a store around the corner. It’s cute, isn’t it.” I did a feminine pose in the pink lingerie for my mother. Hoping to get a complement back.
“Yeah,” She said. “You’re really cute. And the nightie looks beautiful on you. Okay. Joan will take you to the studio. I’m off,” she turned and left the room.
Joan sat on the bed beside me. She said sympathetically, “We just need you to do this for a year, at the most. I will make it as easy on you as I can for you. And I am sorry about this, David."
"Thank you, Joan."
She smiled at what I said, "The rest of the Band want you to do this. I was the only one that was against using a boy in the band. But your mom overruled me. Lita, Cherie and Sandi all wanted you."
"It's too bad, but I am used to being pushed around when ever they need me. They have sent me on humiliating errands before. Getting their dresses or lingerie for them. Cherie sent me to a department store once to get her a new bra and pantie set. That was humiliating," I said with a shrug.
"There is nothing you or I can do. I will help you to fool Jeff. You know Jeff right?“
I nodded my head. He was the agent from mercury records. He controlled their recording contract, provided the studio to make their records.
“Well he has to be convinced you are Lita or he may refuse to promote our new record. And since Lita is being a bitch we have to do something, “ Joan said to me.
I nodded, “I understand, Joan.”
Now lets get you made up for rehearsals. You have four months to learn our new songs, then we will be on tour. So you better learn them or we will look like fools in front of the world. Please, help us, David!“
I looked at the girl beside me. She was beautiful. I thought for a few seconds. I didn’t want the band to fail. I always wanted to be in the limelight like my older sister was. But not as a girl. I looked at her and said in a defeated tone, “OK, I will do this, Joan.“
She smiled at me, It looked like a real smile. “Thank you, David. You have a lot to learn. So follow me and I will teach you how to be a Diva. Who knows, may be you will like it.”
Yeah Just what I wanted. To be a Diva like my sisters. "I doubt it," I answered sullenly.
Joan told me, “I need to take you to the studio, but first, you need to get dressed. I don’t think you need to shave, but you do need some work. I picked you up a few things on my way here. You can rehearse with the girls in this. And then, I need to help you get fixed up. “
I moaned depressed, “I figured you would want to give me a girl’s makeover. I guess I need some work done if I’m going to do this.“
She said, “I am really sorry about this. but yeah: A hair do, some work on your nails, your face, and you need something for your chest to fill in the bra that you will have to wear. Don’t worry, I will make it all work.“
"A bra,” I said shocked.
She looked at me and said, “Yeah you need to look the part and you know how busty Lita is. “
I trembled, “OH GOD,” I hid my face.
She turned to leave the room, “I will give you some privacy. Put this on and call me if you need any help. I will be waiting just outside your door.”
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I was already humiliated. Yeah, yeah! I know, I am very girlie already. I sleep in a nighty, I style my hair in a slightly feminine way already. But, I cross dressed in private. My hair wasn’t totally feminine. On the outside, I consider myself totally boy. But I was being forced to come out with it and actually try to convince people I was actually a girl. I would have to wear the stuff in front of other girls, and girls that I liked. I don’t think I could go back after so much exposure.
On top of that, I was being forced to make it my entire life. My identity as a boy was being erased. And, I either did it or else I would be punished severely and my family would probably loose everything.
So, I took the stuff out of the bag Joan left for me. Unsurprisingly, it was all girls’ clothing. I took out the black lacy thong and the matching black padded bra that was on top. They were sexy but I couldn’t believe I would have to put them on and then go out and face Joan and the rest of the girls. I moaned in despair again.
They were pretty slutty and the bra said 32B. I didn’t have anything to fill the bra cups. I slipped the thong up my legs. Then, I wrapped the bra around my chest. I put my arms though the delicate lacy Bra shoulder straps and slipped them over my shoulders. I had done that before so the movements of putting on a bra were pretty natural by then. I reached behind my back and hooked the straps together in one try. The cups were foam and stood out from my chest. It looked pretty and sexy on me.
Putting woman’s lingerie on wasn’t a new thing for me. I did it a lot, in private. But I would have to go out and let the other girls see me like this. That was totally new and it would be humiliating for me.
I looked in the bag and saw the next few things I would have to put on. I pulled out a pair of black thigh high stockings, a black garter belt and a black leather miniskirt to match Joan’s. My skirt was shorter than hers. I wrapped the garter belt around my hips and carefully positioned the stocking straps right. Then, I carefully rolled the stockings up my legs like I had done many times before. It was a skill acquired by practice. I easily hooked the straps to my stockings and admired myself in the mirror.
Then, I slipped the skirt on and zipped it behind me. Then finally I slipped on my new sexy top. My lacy bra showed right though the top and the bra straps showed too. Well That was done. I walked out with Joan looking at me.
I expected a humiliating burst of laughter but, She just smiled approvingly and said, “Nice, David. You look good. I find it interesting that you needed no help to put the lingerie on. Not that I expected you to, I noticed you are very proficient at putting woman’s lingerie on. I am impressed, David. Lets see if you can manage with these heels. “
She handed me a box with women’s black four inch stiletto heels. I groaned, oh god. I thought. She would find out that I learned how to manage high heels too. I had walked around in my sisters heels when she was gone and I would be left alone. It took a while to learn how to walk and balance myself on tiny high spiked heals. Oh well. Time to show off that acquired skill. I smiled at her, slipped the heels on my feet and confidently walked across the room.
She smiled at me approvingly. And said, “Oh my god David. I can hardly tell you are a boy now by how you are walking in those heels. This wont be as difficult as I thought it would be. You must have had ‘a lot’ of practice at all of this. I wonder what else you can do.”
I smiled at her, it was a worried unsure smile. Yeah I did know a lot more. And I knew she would find out. I dreaded when she expected me to put on makeup. She would surely find out I had practiced that in my sisters bedroom alone too.
She looked at me with that sweet reassuring smile of hers. It was a genuine smile that put me at ease with her. It wasn’t like my sisters wicked smirk that was meant to frighten me. Joan was warm and inviting. She said, “Good, lets go. We have places to go, David.”
I followed Joan out of the house and she let me get in her car. She let me sit in the front seat beside her as she took us to the studio. She said, “You really do look good now. Cherie scheduled you a appointment with her beautician. "
"What? ?" I asked, wondering what humiliation was in store for me. “Isnt this enough. I wore everything you told me to.”
She laughed, “No silly. The clothing is just a start. You need a more feminine hairdo. You need your eyebrows shaped and something needs to be done about your chest. You still look too much like a boy. Your chest is too flat. But The woman we know can help you. She had many breast forms in the shop. I know she can get one for you.”
"She Has breast forms for women that have had to get a mastectomy. That’s what you need. To fill out your chest. And she can get you fitted for a corset."
"GREAT! NOW A STRANGER WILL BE CALLING ME A SISSY!"
She shook her head and sighed, "Don’t worry, NO one will ever know except for me, Mom and the other girls. I will help you get though this.“
I looked at her surprised, could she actually care about me? I said, “Thanks Joan and I mean it. I didn’t think you would be so nice.“
She laughed kindly, “Hey. Don’t get me wrong. I do have this image, and it is me. But I am not cruel or anything. I said I don’t agree with what Cherie is doing here."
"Oh?"
"Yes, they made the decision."
"What about you?"
She smiled, knowingly, "If it wasn’t me, Cherie would have hired a professional dominatrix that would had beat it in to you. I don’t want that, so I offered to do it. They think I will be beating you and strict disciplining and controlling you. But I can not do that to a kid. Anyway, I like you. This is better, Isn’t it, David?“ she winked at me and kissed me lightly on the cheek.
I nodded, “Yes It is.” Ohmygod she kissed me. I looked at her as she smiled at me again. Her hand rubbing my thigh gently. I felt uncomfortable. The way she looked at me wasn’t the same as before. Her smile was a smile of attraction. Oh my god Joan was attracted to me. What is going on. She was never attracted to me before. I was just her friends annoying brother but she likes me dressed like this. I felt really uncomfortable now with Joan driving me to a beauty parlor and her other hand rubbing my high.
I endured her touches until we stopped. I looked out and saw she had parked at the mall. She noticed and said, “We are here. Our beautician has a place at the mall. Lets go sweetie. She is waiting for us. “
We walked in side by side. She held my hand as we walked in. I noticed she kept smiling at me and holding my hand and it made me pretty uncomfortable.
The way she was holding me was like a woman holds a lover.
We walked in and she lead me to the place. The door was shut and it said closed. “Joan, what are we going to do. It is closed.”
“No silly. We made a appointment for you so she doesn’t want to be disturbed. “
The door opened and she came though, “Oh hi David. Come on in. I am waiting for you.”
Oh my God it was that horrible bitch Jennifer. She was Cherie’s friend and she picked on me something horrible. I was trapped by her. Cherie made this happen and it made sense.
She pulled me though the door and shut it. “I knew you would come out of the closet some day soon. I am glad you came to me. Cherie told me you wanted me to make you pretty and sexy. I can do that so sit down in the chair while I help you look like a sexy slut.”
She got some foil and put it in my hair, and got some bleach out. I asked, “What are you going to do, Jennifer.”
“Your sister said you wanted to be blonde and sexy like Lita. So I’m going to make you look like a sexy bleach blonde bimbo. Isn’t that great. I knew you wanted that look”
I groaned helplessly as she transformed my hair. She kept making snide humiliating remarks as she bleached my hair out.
As she rinsed my hair out, she said, “You are a sexy bimbo now. The men will go wild for you now. Bet you would love that huh. How about one behind you and another in front. “
I started to whimper when suddenly Joan came in. She shouted, “Shut up Jennifer. Damnit. I know that Cherie and her mom pays you well for this but that doesn’t mean you can humiliate this kid like that. We are going somewhere else. Bitch.” She grabbed me and took me out of there.
She looked at me warmly and said, “I know someone that is nice that will help us. Don’t worry about that bitch Jennifer. Or what she said. I will kick Cherie’s ass if she tries something like that on you. I should had known what Cherie had planed for you. “
She drove me across the town. We stopped at this other beauty salon. It looked like a nice place and she lead me in. I saw this other woman in charge of the place. Joan went up to her and told her, “My friend, Tiffany, she needs her hair curled and we would like you to arch her eye brows and pierce her ears. “
She knelt down and smiled at me, “You are a cute girl, Tiffany. You will be glad your friend brought you to me. I am the best at helping boys like you so don’t worry. “
I felt immediately at eased with her as she sat me down in the chair and started spritzing my hair. She had it curled in no time. Then she got out a pair of tweezers and started yanking out hair after hair on my eye brows. I winced each time but she put me at ease and said, “This part is a little painful but I will make it as good as I can. “ She looked sorry that she had to do that to me.
In no time, my eye brows were pencil thin and arched sexy. It was a girl’s face looking at me.
She quickly got out a piercing gun and put two holes in each ear. It was almost painless. She had two diamond studs in each ear and she smiled. You do look pretty. Joan paid her and she took me and left. Then, Joan did the last thing I expected. Before I could do anything, She grabbed me roughly, pulled me in close and mashed her face against mine. Cupping my head, she kissed me, drove her tongue into my mouth.
I couldn’t get away, I was trapped by her as she held me firm, kissing me passionately. She let me go after a full thirty seconds of forced kissing. She was still hot and panting. She said, “That was good, Tiffany. You look so hot I cant help myself. We still have to get you a corset. You need the figure if you are going to go on stage but that will be OK.
***
By Princess
I was totally humiliated. Joan and my sister Cherie had taken me to this pink girlie shop that sold lingerie and various sex items. And in no time the store owner Jennifer, had me standing in one of their small rooms in the back, totally naked ready to be fitted for a corset. My loving sister was busy with the owner and they were looking though dozens of frilly corsets for me. Jennifer had already taken my measurements. I couldn’t believe it. My cheeks were burning red. The more frilly and feminine the better. Finally Cherie chose one for me. Cherie came over to me holding out a bright pink corset for me. She had a huge smile on her face as she said, “Here you go little brother. I hope you love it, Sissy.”
I frowned at it. It look so girlie. How could I wear THAT? It was so humiliating but I knew it would be on me sooner or later. It was a hot pink corset with a big embroider frilly heart in the center. But, even more humiliating than the embroider heart was the two large cups on the chest. They gave ample room for the breasts and it did dip down to give a good cleavage view.
She said, ”I know it is very pretty. No real boy would ever wear that but luckily you are not a real boy.” Then she gave me a creepy smile and asked, ”Jennifer, help me put the pretty corset on my little brother please.”
Jennifer smiled back at my sister showing that she was all too happy to help. “Of course, Cherie. Helping you put a lacy corset on your sissy brother sounds like a lot of fun. “
They started to put the humiliating corset on me when Jennifer suddenly stopped. She Interrupted Cherie. “Hey, Cherie, stop for a second.”
Cherie frowned. “Why?”
“Well,” Jennifer said suddenly unsure. “I thought you wanted me to put some breasts on your brother too. Isn’t that what you said on the phone?”
Cherie smiled in joy. “Oh Yes indeed. Thanks for reminding me, I almost forgot about that.”
Oh great I would have breasts, I thought sadly.
Jennifer asked all too happy to be a part of this, “How big do you want his breasts to be?” I shuddered every time they mentioned me having breasts.
“Since I am paying for it I get to decide,” Cherie answered looking at me. “I want her to have really big breasts like a slut. What are the biggest you have.”
Jennifer laughed and said, “I have all shapes and sizes of breast forms so I can get you any kind you want. I have tiny double As on up to triple Ds. But triple D would look wrong on a boy so small. But I think the double Ds would look good on him. And luckily I got a special order of them just in this morning. A woman just ordered them and recently canceled so she wont be getting them. Isn’t that lucky for you David.”
All I could do is stare almost mute in horror at them.
As can be expected my wonderful sister interpreted that as consent.
“Now these are really expensive, Cherie. They are top of the line breasts. But I would say they are worth it. Just as good as implants and a lot more safe. They feel just like the real things and even have electronic attachments that attach to the persons chest and nerve endings to transmit touch, feeling, and sexual arousal. It feels exactly like human breast tissue. But, Cherie they are around four thousand dollars for each breast. Do you really want this.”
It was nothing for her. “Of course Jennifer. I can afford it. Tell me how much and I will write you a check now.”
Well of course she can afford them. Her, being Cherie the lead singer of one of the most popular bands in the United States and just finished a tour in Japan. Eight thousand dollars was nothing for her. She had millions. And she already had her check book out.
Jennifer suddenly looked warily at my sister. The previous joy she had at dressing up a boy was gone. She had a dead serious look now. “Um Cherie. I am not sure you understand here. This is experience and pretty serious. These breasts are almost the real thing. They cant be removed except by a doctor and a knife. Surgically. And he had to be sedated to attach them. You better be sure about this. I can do it. But you better be sure.”
I was scared. But my nice sister said, “Oh I am sure Jennifer. Positive. “
“Oh My God, Cherie. This is serious. You want more than just the clothes and dressing don’t you. You really want him to BE a girl. This is really serious if that is true.”
“Oh Yes Indeed. He had to be as much of a girl as possible for the next year or two. He has to be able to pass inspection too. If he is revealed then its all over. Can you do this?”
“Of course Cherie. You know that I was trained as a nurse. Attaching them is easy. And if that’s what you want I can do far more than that if you know what I mean.”
Cherie gave her a foggy look and Jennifer said, “Well. I have these pills you can give him. They are very fast acting and will work wonders on his body in little more than a few weeks. But they are all very permanent changes to his body. I can get you them if you are serious.”
Tell me about the changes, Jennifer,” My sister asked inquisitively.
“Well. They are a new incredibly fast acting hormone medication. Very quick. You will typically see what would take a average transsexuals changes eight months now would be two weeks with this medication. His hips will flair out like a woman’s. More breast development, his skin will be soft and smooth like a woman’s. He will have a woman’s natural form. But it wont be able to be changed back not without a lot of testosterone medication. Is this what you want, Cherie. I can do all of that for you if that is what you want. “
“Yes, “ My sister said.
I suddenly spoke out, I shouted, “No sister Oh my god you cant be serious.”
She said, “Shut up David. You agreed to help us.”
“I agreed for a year nothing more and these changed cant be reversed. You heard Jennifer. You are discussing changing my body. This is going further than just clothes and acting. No I don’t agree.”
She looked at me and said, “It doesn’t matter David. I have our mothers signature and consent forms. She agrees to it so that’s all that matters. Jennifer can do what she wants. “
Obviously what I wanted was irrelevant now. This was going to happen and there was nothing I could do.
She looked at Jennifer and said, “Do it.”
She smiled at me again and said, “Sorry David. You will have to be sedated now.” She pulled out a syringe from her desk and approached me. I felt a sharp pinch in my arm as the needle stuck in me and everything went back.
I don’t know how long I was out for but it must had been a long time. It was daylight when they put me out and when I woke up it was dark as night. I saw a full moon glowing though the window. I blinked several times trying to get all the sleepiness out and I saw my sisters face. I asked her, “Sis how long was I out for?”
She said casually, “The operation went well. It was only for around five hours. How do you feel little sister.”
“I feel different. But there is no pain anywhere. I feel really weird. I guess that means you did it!” I said accusingly.
She chirped cheerfully, “You got that right little sister. Get accustomed to your new body because in around four weeks You Will be performing in front of a crowd.
Thanks To Stanman63 For Editing!!
Synopsis:David submits to the bands demand that he be a girl for them and some interesting and uncomfortable situations develop.
I was given over several weeks to rest from the operation. My sister Cherie gave me some lyrics to memorize during that time. Some of them were quite humiliating for a boy to do and I was supposed to be the lead vocalist for some of the more girlie songs. Some of the most humiliating was this new song they wrote named "Cherry Bomb". I was going to have to talk with my sister about me singing that song.
There were several other songs about wanting to be with boys or others about being a pretty girl wanting boys. It was like my sister was trying to humiliate me with those. That was probably the point of making me the lead vocalist. But wasn’t Cherie the lead vocalist? It was going to be very rough.
The weeks went slowly because my body feminized extensively during those weeks, my breast implants also grew even larger during those weeks that I rested.
It was scary because I thought the point in feminizing me was to make me appear as Lita, but she wasn’t a voluptuous double D. How could I pose as her now?
My hips also flared out and after the two weeks I could totally pose as a girl unless someone looked inside my panties. That area was still the same, but a lot smaller. It was totally nonfunctional at the end of the two week period.
Cherry was at my bedside telling me about how they made "Cherry Bomb" when I got up the courage to ask her how I could possibly pose convincingly as Lita now.
She laughed and told me, “We had a falling out and she said she was leaving. She still cares for the band and gave me permission to replace her with a look-alike for a year. We will give the story that she got a breast enlargement.“
'What the fuck? She was leaving, but didn’t she have any other plans beyond the Little Runaways? If she did she was like screwing herself letting me do this.'
"So, what do I get for being Lita?"
"Any royalties that I made are legally Lila's."
That pissed me off but what could I do? Nothing really. I was stuck for the year
It was difficult, but I had adjusted to the new body by the end of the two week period. My weight was redistributed and I had a lot of new weight in my chest area. That required me to adjust the way I moved. My hips were also a lot larger so that affected the way I walked.
My sister told me it was time to go home. She laid me out some clothes to put on. I gave her a stunned look. They looked like streetwalker clothes. Fishnet stockings and a very tight leather miniskirt and a pink tank top. But it was clear from her serious look she gave me that she expected me to wear that outside. She left and shut the door and I proceeded to dress. It wasn’t very hard for me to do it since I had dressed like a girl before.
But I never did it in public. I realized that I was very exposed when I finished. There was no bra and my tank top plunged down showing a lot of cleavage. With my double D cups there was a lot of cleavage. And my nipples poked out.
I walked outside and my sister was there with the bands manager Jeff and Sandy. They began to laugh at my whorish outfit. I wined at my sister, “Oh come on Cherie. Cant I at least have a bra on so my nipples don’t poke out?”
She laughed at me and said, “NO way SIS! A hot girl like you should love showing off her nipples. That’s a good look for you.”
I frowned knowing there was no way out of this.
She said, “Good now that’s settled lets leave this place. “ She made me walk in front as we left. I could feel all the men's eyes on my big chest and on my hips as I left the place. My hips swayed side to side like a woman’s. It felt natural now that my hips had changed. But It was also very humiliating and I couldn’t stop.
We got in her car with the other girls. I sat beside Jeff as the car took off. I could feel his eyes on me and it made me uncomfortable. My sister saw and it made her giggle and then she said, “Get used to that. You will have to get close to him just like Lita did. That’s one of the reasons she left. Oh and get a lot of rest tonight because we will have practice tomorrow morning at 8:AM sharp. So Learn your lines well.“
We dropped Sandy at her place and went home that night. I got to spend the first night in two weeks in my own bed. It was great. I was studying my lines in the new songs that I would have to sing. There was one song that I suspect my sister made with me specifically in mind. It was titled the woman in me. I wasn’t sure if I could pull off those humiliating lyrics but some how I had to.
I memorized the lines and was ready for bed. I had slipped into a soft pink nighty my sister bought for me and I was lying in my bed slowly drifting off to sleep.
I had remembered what my sister said about the time so I was dressed and ready by the time she came to wake me up. Cherie smiled approvingly at me saying, “Good, little sister. I see you have wore that new outfit I brought you. Why do you look so down today?”
That snide statement got me upset. I said in anger, “Oh, why would I be down? Maybe being changed into this when I didn’t consent? Or could it be having years taken from me and forced to do this in public the risk of public humiliation that I may never be able to live down?“
She shrugged and said, “Don’t worry, little sister. I wont let anyone find out you are really a boy. How could they possibly figure it out now. Look at yourself, you are stunning. The boys will fall in love with you. Is that how you plan to go to the studio?”
I nodded and she shook her head, “No Lita. Go to the bathroom and shave your legs again. Your legs need to be smooth and feminine. Go now and I will inspect you when you return.”
I went to the bathroom and took of my nylons. I got my new bright pink razor. I shaved my legs down until they were silky smooth. I put my pretty nylons back on and slipped my pink stilettos’ on. Then I walked out for my sisters inspection. That was humiliating. She pulled my silky nylons down and inspected my legs. Running her hands down my calves and thighs. She nodded in approval and pulled my skirt up. She said that I needed to shave there too. She said I had to have a runaway strip shave tonight. But we had to go. I followed her to the car. And we went to the studio to practice. That was another humiliating experience.
The other girls there were pretty nice to me. Except for Cherie, but I suspected the other girls were getting mad at her for how she was treating me. Sandy seemed to like me. She came up to me when I walked in with my sister. She said, everything will be okay." Then she hugged me.
Jacky came up to me also and smiled. She said, "I'll help you too." She took my hand and lead me to my place. Joan smiled at me. She came up and kissed me, then she said that she'd help me, too.
It seemed that no one really liked Cherie. Joan asked me if I knew the songs yet and I said, “Yes I think I do. DO I really have to be the lead signer for those songs?”
Joan said, “Yes. I know it will be very difficult for you to sing those girlish songs, but I heard you sing some of them before and you really do sound like a girl when you sing. I know you can do this, David. We really need you.”
“I understand, Joan,” I told her. “I will do my best. I think I know the songs.”
I looked at her with a warm smile. I was really the only one that looked like a girlie girl. Joan had her typical black leather outfit that she was known for. Her jet black hair and tight leather pants and top. It all looked very alluring on her tough biker took. Sandy and Jacky had on orange jumpsuits that they liked to wear. They wore those for their tour last year. I was wishing that I could wear something more boyish, but there was no way.
Cherie said, “OK girls. Lets start with Cherry Bomb. Did you memorize that one, Lita?”
I groaned dreading signing that one in front of them all. I said, “Yes, of course, but cant someone else do lead for this one.”
She said sharply, “No you have the voice for it. So lets start.”
I groaned inward as Jacky clicked her drumsticks several times getting the beat ready. Joan started the beat on her guitar. Jacky followed her with the drums. They had the beat started and we waited till it was our time.
It was my time and I had to start singing the lines a boy should never have to sing.
Can't stay at home, can't stay at school
Old folks say, ya poor little fool
Down the street I'm the girl next door
I'm the fox you've been waiting for
Those were my first few lines I sung. The beat continued, but I was too embarrassed to continue. They stopped and looked at me as I just stood there mute and my cheeks bright red from shame.
Cherie came toward me with her face red about to yell at me when Joan shouted, “Cherie NO! Don’t you do anything to him. Let me handle it." She said it with such force that Cherie didn’t dare counter. She looked ready to fight if Cherie tried to do anything.
Joan approached me and said gently, “The next few lines aren't as embarrassing as that. I know you are strong enough to do this, David.” She held me as she tried to inspire me to do this.
I said with my voice stuttering, “I, I’m not sure, Joan. IN the next course I will have to say how I am a wild girl.“ My face got even brighter.
She laughed and said, “Yeah. I cant imagine how rough this is for a boy, but I know you can do this. Please, for me?” Then she gave me a really hot kiss right on my mouth.
If I could had got hard I’m sure I would have from that kiss. I nodded, now aroused, “Okay Joan. I can do this.” My face still flushed with embarrassment.
Cherie shouted lets go again. Jacky clicks her drumsticks again for the beat.
Click
Click
Click and Joan started the cords with her guitar. The beat went on for several times and I started singing my lines. Even though some of the lines were really embarrassing for a boy to sing, I made it though. I said how I was the fox they were waiting for without stopping.
I made it to the end and we were all singing the end. It felt pretty good. Even Cherie said, “That was really good, David. I think you will be ready for the tour sooner than we thought. Now, Lets try Queen of the Noise. I cant wait to hear you sing that one.” She giggled.
Joan gave her that fearsome look like she wanted to knock Cherie into the wall again. The other girls looked like that wouldn’t care if Joan did. I began to think we might not make it though the tour. The band seemed like it was about to break up.
I remembered the lines for that song and Jacky clicked her drumsticks again. Joan started on her guitar and it went off without a hitch. We practiced all night and I gradually got better. I was worn out by nighttime, but I did get over my embarrassment from singing those lines.
I began to feel like a hot girl singing about being a hot girl. How weird is that?
I was lying in my bed that night when Joan came in. I smiled weakly at her. I was really worn out when she said, “Hey, Lita. Do you want to go practice?”
I answered stunned, “What?”
She sat down beside me and said, “Lets be honest here. This is really stupid. The real Lita left and she was the lead guitar. You replaced her and you cant do that. But you can sing great. Lita was stupid to leave us like that. But choosing for you to replace her was even more stupid. This band will fall apart. that’s the truth of it.
The girls are ready to rip each others heads off. I think this will be the last tour. I don’t know if they will survive alone, but I'm making plans on forming my own band. I can strike out alone and probably make it really big. I want to try out a few new songs I have made. Do you want to help me? And I will teach you the guitar, too.”
Even though I was really worn I nodded, “Yeah. Lets go Joan.”
I dressed and as we were leaving Joan said, “I heard this new song on TV from the ARROWS. Its titled I Love Rock and Roll. I bet I can get permission to do it and really make it kick. Lets try it. “
I smiled.
I made it though the final world tour with the Runaways. I made a lot of money and after a rough legal battle for the royalties, I won. Judge said the real Lita forfeited her right by signing me to take her place. I moved on to make my own band and during the 80s I made it big time.
Joan made it big too. She became one of the biggest names in girl rock after the Runaways. She remained big even into the 90s.
I made millions and made it into the Big time. Cherie got into drugs it the 80s and had it really rough. I made sure she paid for what she did to me. She ended up spending every cent she made on her legal battles with me.
I sued her big and her and her mother had to spend every cent they had defending themselves. The settlement bankrupted them. But I had to sign a stipulation that it was all never to become public. After All, I am very Happy.
 
Afterthought and Authors Notes.
The Runaways, are or were an actual band in the late 70s.
Cherry Bomb and Queen of the noise was a few of their actual songs that made it big time. I hope I am not breeching any legalities by mentioning them in my story.