From: J <J@nicholsn.demon.co.uk>

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   Subject: TG : Rockchick

   Date: Fri, 04 Aug 1995 10:50:24 GMT

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   ROCKCHICK.

   They waited.  Five young guys in a room.  All wearing the same "uniform"
of leather jackets, jeans and heavy boots.  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 25, and if they didn't "break" soon,
they wouldn't break at all!

   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...

   "One condition!!!" he yelled, smiling.

   They waited.

   He stared at Don.....and grinned.

   "You feature the chick here more!"

   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 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 ft 6 ins 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.

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

   "What's the problem?" pleaded Mac "Let him think what he wants...do what
he wants.  Let's 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 through with it,
the others begging him to, for the sake of

   the band, and three hours later, after a good too many beers, Don had
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, she 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.

   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.

   Next, he 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 back-comb 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!"

   Donna 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 attentions of his corset had had a
definite effect upon his body shape.  As he stood the 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 back-combing 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 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 at his
nipples.

   "Jesus!!  Now!!" he yelled.

   He had never felt SO turned on!  He lifted his arse 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 arse, 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 agin.....Don pressed back trying to match him.
He licked harder, as Sam began to shudder.  Mmmmmm.  "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.

   He 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" arse.

   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 arse.  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