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Rocker Chick 
by Author Obscure (1996)

***

A struggling guy band complies with a promoter's demand 
that one of them impersonate a women and that one gets 
into the role more than anyone expected. (MM, 1st-gay-
expr, oral, cd)

***

They waited. Five young guys in a room. All wearing the 
same "uniform" if leather jackets, jeans and heavy 
boots could be called that. Mac, Sam, Suds, Frazz, and 
Don. They were friends from school, and since school 
they'd been a band. Soft metal. "The Tide". Now they 
were in their mid-twenties and if they didn't "get a 
break" soon, they wouldn't be a band much longer. 

Tonight, they'd played the Garden, the biggest venue in 
the town. It was where every band began, and they had 
done 10 minutes, gone down pretty well, and were now 
waiting to see if Hans Breecher, the manager was going 
to give them a return PAID booking. If he DID, they 
were on the way. if not, well, They were all tense. 
Frazz, the drummer played a monotonous tattoo on the 
concrete wall of the dressing room. Mac, the vocalist 
shot him a glance, and Frazz stopped. 

"Sorry," he muttered. 

The door swung open, and Hans stood there. They all 
rose. Breecher was tall, with swept back black hair, 
and a lean fit body. He'd run the Garden for the past 5 
years, and started some of the biggest bands on their 
way. He gazed around the room, and smiled. 

"That wasn't bad, not bad at all." 

The five young guys let out a collective sigh of 
relief. "Does this mean you're going to book us?" asked 
Mac, tentatively. 

"Well, yes, three week run, starting next month. Terms 
to be arranged."

Suds let out the first whoop, then they were all 
joining in. Hans held up his hand, "On one condition!" 
he said, smiling. 

They waited. 

He stared at Don, and grinned. 

"You look like that the chick here the most." 

Don frowned. Chick? 

"Thing is," continued Breecher. "Band needs an angle, 
not many bands have a cute fox playing bass, use it 
more, bring her into the light a bit, that's the deal." 

"But..." began Don, and then yelped as Mac kicked him 
hard and sure on the ankle. 

"Sure thing Mr. Breecher, Donna here hates the 
spotlight, but rest assured she'll be rocking next 
time!" The rest of the guys were silent. When Mac 
spoke, he spoke for all of them. 

"And, you know, try to sell your charms a little more, 
doll," said Breecher. "I know its considered sexist 
these days, but give us a bit of leg?" 

He turned and left the room. 

The exhilaration was gone. Don was confused. Sure he 
was slight of build, only 5'6" tall, and like the other 
guys he wore his thick dark hair halfway down his back, 
but to be mistaken for a girl?! 

"What do we do?" asked Sam, the lead guitarist. "Well 
it's simple, Breecher wants us to feature our "girl" 
bassist, so we feature her," said Mac. 

"I-If you think I'm going to p-play the next gig in a 
dress, you're out of your freakin' mind!" said Don 
angrily.

"What's the problem?" pleaded Mac. "Let Breecher think 
what he wants, do what he wants. Lets do the 3 weeks, 
make the contacts, get things rolling, and then it 
doesn't matter anymore!" 

The three others joined in the argument, and so it 
raged for a solid hour. Don trying to explain that he 
couldn't possibly go pull it off, the others begging 
him to try, for the sake of the band, and three hours 
later, after a good too many beers at Murphy's, Don 
finally agreed. 

***

They had just under two weeks before the first gig. 
During this time it was suggested that Don learnt how 
to be a girl "full time" so he wouldn't give himself 
away by an error in speech or movement. They all shared 
a rambling flat in the town centre, and Mac's 
girlfriend Shanna was roped in to help him learn about 
clothes and make-up. 

Don normally shared a room with Suds, but they all 
agreed that as a girl, he should have Mac's room, and 
so one afternoon a couple of days later, he moved into 
it, complete with a new wardrobe of second hand clothes 
that Shanna had bought around town. The first night, 
she dressed him. Firstly, he shaved off all his body 
hair, underarms, chest, legs, all of it. He stood 
before Shanna, naked, feeling the breeze so much more 
on his hairless body. It was a strange feeling. not 
unpleasant... just different. 

Shanna helped him to dress. First she had him wear a 
very tight, flesh coloured G-string, that tucked away 
his balls and cock, between his legs, leaving him with 
a dull ache, and a smooth girlish front. Over this he 
wore tiny white panties. 

Next Shanna had him put on a waspwaisted white lace 
corset, and tugged on the laces, until he thought he'd 
choke. When she'd finished, she measured his waist at 
24 inches. The corset's tightness, had forced the loose 
flesh up his chest, and now, with the minimum of 
padding, and a little shading on his cleavage, Don 
looked for all the world as though he had a small, but 
real bust. Then Don pulled on a pair of fishnet 
stockings and Shanna clipped them into place. 

"Good legs!" she said admiringly. 

Don blushed, though secretly pleased, if he was going 
to be a girl, it was nice to be thought a cute one! A 
tight black lycra mini skirt was next, and an old black 
and white hooped T-shirt completed his outfit. Shanna 
decided he should wear his heavy motor-cycle boots, 
which looked very trendy with the skirt. She busied 
herself slipping lots of silver bangles and rings onto 
his hands and arms, then a pair of hoop earrings, 
completing the jewelry with a few chain necklaces and a 
silver crucifix. 

Then she started on his make-up. Foundation, heavy eye 
shadow, eye-liner, mascara, and deep red lipstick. 
patiently explaining it all as she went, so he'd be 
able to do it himself next time. Then she began to 
backcomb his hair until it billowed from his head and 
cascaded down his back in waves of raven black volume. 

Finally she stood back and looked at him. Don stood 
there, his heart racing. he could feel the tightness of 
the corset, the soft jiggle of his "breasts" as he 
moved, the rasp of the stockings if he crossed his 
legs. He turned to the mirror, and fell silent. he was 
GORGEOUS! Like one of the bands own groupies. Slim, 
sultry, pouting lips, luscious hair, long, long legs, 
tiny waist. 

Shanna threw open the door, and he followed her down to 
the kitchen. The four guys were seated around the 
table. They stared at him, and one by one began to 
smile. Then Mac let out a low wolf whistle. 

"You look, stunning, Donna!" 

Don smiled, and swayed into the room, he felt good! The 
attention the guys paid to him, their questions about 
what it felt like, all excited him, and when Mac 
suggested they all go for a walk, he couldn't wait! 

Out on the street he was nervous at first, but as they 
passed more and more people, and no-one seemed to be in 
the slightest bit curious, he realised that he did 
indeed "pass" as a girl. He hugged Mac's leather jacket 
tight against him, and blushed. When Mac had given him 
the jacket against the chill, he'd been a little 
surprised, but deep down happy to accept the offer. Now 
as he walked, he could smell the "maleness" of the 
singer on the jacket, and part of him was turned on by 
the thought of rolling around on, 

"Penny for them?" smiled Mac. 

Don blushed. "Oh just thinking about playing a guitar 
in a skirt!" he giggled. 

The days passed into weeks, and Don grew more and more 
accustomed to playing the role of Donna. He now did his 
own make-up, and had even progressed to buying a few of 
his own clothes. Around the flat, the rest of the band 
all treated him as a girl, and he realised that without 
thinking about it, his mannerisms had altered, his 
walk, his moods, even his voice. Most noticeably, the 
constant constriction of his corset had had a definite 
effect upon his body shape. 

As he stood there night before the gig, in front of his 
bedroom mirror, wearing only a tiny pair of panties, he 
was amazed at what seemed to have happened. Even 
without the corset, his waist seemed to remain tiny, 
and he had breasts! Small maybe, but breasts 
nonetheless. He cupped them in his hands, and tweaked 
the nipples. He moaned softly, then turned round 
swiftly as the door opened and Mac stood there 
watching. The singer smiled as Don's hands 
automatically went across his chest, hiding his bosom. 

"Don't worry about it, Shanna said they'll go down when 
you stop wearing the corset. I just want to say thank 
you, you've done brilliantly and we all appreciate it, 
we really do!" Don smiled and dropped his hands. He 
stared at Mac. Mac stared back, then turned and walked 
out. Inside Don felt, disappointed? 

***

The next day arrived quickly. The band practiced hard, 
then took the afternoon off. Don had plans of his own, 
and went into town, spurning company, and returning to 
the flat only an hour before they were due to leave for 
the club. As he stood in the doorway, the guys gasped. 
Before them stood, THE most stunning BLONDE! Don 
grinned. He'd had his hair peroxided and now looked 
like an early incarnation of Debbie Harry. He wiggled 
his hips as he climbed the stairs to dress for the gig. 

He stripped to his G-string, and carefully pulled on a 
pair of fishnet stockings that he clipped into place on 
a black lace suspender belt. Over them he slipped a 
pair of black lace panties, and patted his smooth 
"pussy". A black lace and leather basque, which pushed 
his growing chest up and out, was followed by a tiny 
black leather mini-skirt that hugged his hips and 
bottom, and showed off the tops of his stockings. Thigh 
length black suede boots followed, along with a black 
leather jacket, and lace fingerless gloves. Lots of 
silver jewelry, and he spent ages backcombing his 
blonde hair, and applying a particularly wild make-up. 
He felt strong and beautiful, and noticed the reaction 
of everyone on his way to the club, pure lust! At least 
from the males! 

Breecher's face was a picture. He couldn't take his 
eyes off Don, and when Don sauntered into the hallway 
before the gig to get a glass of water, he was waiting 
outside. His eyes drank in the female form in front of 
him, and Don giggled inwardly as Hans tried his best to 
chat him up. To rub insult in to injury, he patted Hans 
obvious bulge and muttered something about "after the 
show" and wandered back into the dressing room. 

On stage the band was electric, they could do no wrong! 
They did 5 encores, and Don nearly wet himself with 
pleasure at the attention he got from the crowd. he 
wiggled and pouted to the best of his ability, and gave 
as many as he could a glimpse of cleavage, and a swift 
peek up his skirt. 

Back in the dressing room, the guys were ecstatic, and 
began passing a joint around. 

"We did it!" screamed Suds. Frazz nodded happily. Sam 
giggled with the effect of the dope, while Mac simply 
sat there stunned! 

Don felt a stirring inside. He wanted to, he 
couldn't... could he? He found himself on his feet, 
reaching behind his back, to unclasp his basque. He let 
it fall to the floor, and stood, staring at the four 
men. He saw them stare back, oogling his breasts. He 
smiled. 

"Lock the door, and FUCK me!" he ordered. 

There was silence. They all looked to Mac. Mac was 
still. Then he strode to the door, and turned the key. 
"Well, you heard the lady!" He grabbed Don roughly by 
the shoulders and pulled him close. 

Their lips met in a violent kiss, mouths opened and 
tongues sought each other hungrily. Don was in heaven. 
He felt hands roughly grabbing at his breasts, lips on 
his neck, fingers groping beneath his skirt, pulling at 
his panties. With a rip, they and his g-string came 
away. He gasped and broke the kiss. 

Mac reached out and whipped off his skirt, leaving him 
standing in boots and suspender belt. Sam, cleared a 
table with one swipe, and two of them grabbed his arms 
and threw him onto it. Don shuddered with pleasure as 
he felt his buttocks groped and tweaked. He cried out 
as Frazz licked his nipples. "Jesus! Now!" he yelled. 

He had never felt SO turned on! He lifted his ass 
invitingly, and suddenly in front of him he saw the 
purple head of a huge cock. He looked up. It was Sam, 
grinning. Don licked his lips, and nodded. Sam thrust 
his hips forward and Don felt the hot meat at the back 
of his throat. So THIS was what it was like!?

He sucked hard, tickling and teasing, mmmmmm it was 
salty and thick. He felt his hands grasped and then he 
was holding Frazz in one hand and Suds in the other. He 
grinned as he sucked and began to pump, wanking the two 
guys at either side. The room was silent except for the 
pleasured moans of the three men and the she-male on 
the table, then Don felt hands below his waist, lifting 
him, a slight pause, and then he yelped as Mac rammed 
home, his cock sliding forcefully into Don's ass, deep 
and hard. The flare of pain subsided, and a glow grew 
deep in his tummy. Mac began to screw him, slowly, ten 
fast, then slow again, Don pressed back trying to match 
him. He licked harder, as Sam began to shudder. 

"Oh god, yes!" muttered Sam. 

Frazz and Suds were moaning too, and Mac was pounding 
harder and harder, at the same time wanking Donna. "Oh, 
yes! Yes, you bitch!" moaned Mac. 

"I'm going to, aaaggghhhhh!" moaned Sam, and shot his 
load. 

Don gulped and swallowed the thick, hot cum. It seemed 
never ending as Sam's cock pumped the thick cream into 
his throat. It seemed to act as a release, as the next 
moment Frazz exploded shooting semen up and across 
Don's back, closely followed by Suds. Sam pulled out of 
Don's mouth, allowing the "girl" to enjoy the final 
seconds of her fuck, as Mac screamed and clutching 
tight, bucked and came deep in "her" ass.

As he felt the waves of hot cum coursing through him, 
Don gave himself over to his own orgasm and exploded, 
his cum shooting up, spattering his breasts, he rolled 
and twitched with the pleasure, then fell exhausted 
back onto the table as Mac pulled out of his ass. 
Slowly he rose to his feet, rubbing the cum into his 
chest and back, licking his lips, and picked up his 
skirt. 

"Can Donna stay in the band??" he pouted.

THE END 

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