Message-ID: <2399eli$9707291850@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: nostrumo@nienor.IN-Berlin.DE (Nostrumo) Subject: Repost TG: All Girl Band (2/2) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5rllhe$jvj@nienor.in-berlin.de> Hi. This could happen when you piss-off your older sister. As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null. If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to avoid the replies to your work. I offer you the chance of posting your stories and collecting the response for you. This offer only stands for story postings and for nothing else. Enjoy the story. Ciao Nostrumo >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> cut here with a sharp knife <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< 2___All_Girl_Band_____________________________________________________ At the same time, my beloved cock dwindled away to almost nothing. It now barely peeked out from a triangular forest of newly grown blond pubic hair. It was no longer long or supple enough for me to grab onto, and I was relegated to sitting down to pee, just like a woman! Now, a week later, Lisa and Lynn were coming to review the effects of their demented handiwork. I trembled at the thought of being seen by my sister as I now was. "I had no idea the change would be so dramatic!" exclaimed Lisa as I stood motionless and nude before them. "Yes, we're quite pleased with the results of the Stage One injection," answered Dr. Sanders. "Nurse, please read the last entry on the patient's chart?" Just a short while ago, I would have been consumed with sticking my big, throbbing rocket into the very pretty and buxom young nurse, but now I bowed my head shyly as she responded. "Patient Barbie Ann Dahl, admitted 6 weeks ago exhibiting the physical characteristics of a fully grown male adult 24 years of age. At the time of admittance, the patient stood 6'0" tall and weighed 190 lbs. Patient's body was covered extensively with coarse black hair, and the genitals were measured as being somewhat...er..., large. The penis was 6" in it's flaccid state, and 12" erect." I listened wordlessly as the details of my debasement were enumerated while Lisa and Lynn just smirked. "The patient now exhibits the physical characteristics of a considerably under-androgenized male in the early teen years. Height is now 5'2" and the patient's weight is currently 110 lbs. Body hair has been all but eliminated, except of course in the cranial area and genital vicinity. The penis now is just 1" long in the flaccid state, and incapable of erection, and the testes have withdrawn to an undescended position and reside within the lower abdomen." I couldn't help myself any longer, and the tears began to flow freely over my lost virility. "There, there Barbie, don't cry," Lynn said sneeringly. "We promised that the police would never catch you. They're not looking for an underdeveloped, sissified teenager, now are they?!" "I hate you all for doing this to me! You've ruined my life!" I screamed with my high soprano voice. The nurse gave me a shot to calm me down, then she and Dr. Sanders left me alone with Lynn and my sister. "Look here, Barbie. All is not lost. If you like, Lynn and I can arrange it so that you can resume your musical career, and be more successful than ever before." Lisa said gently as I sank dejectedly back into the bed. It was the nicest she'd been to me since I came home from Europe. "Really?" I asked, hopeful that they'd finally tired of fucking with my mind and would return me to normal. "Definitely! Furthermore, we promise that you'll not only make a lot of money, but you'll have all the groupies you can handle!" Lynn added. My mind was beginning to get a little fuzzy from the tranquilizer as I considered what they were saying. "But won't the police arrest me?" I muttered, as my eyelids grew ever more weighty. "You let us handle that problem. What do you say?" Lisa shot back, her face just inches from mine. "This is your last chance to return to the life of a rock 'n roll guitar player." By now, I knew better than to trust these two bitches, but the injection had lowered my ability to reason and resist. Besides, if they were being straight with me, I didn't want to blow my last chance at a life filled with groupies! "What's in it for you two?" I slurred as best I could. "You hire Lynn as your manager and agree to pay a reasonable sum for her services. And I get the pleasure of finally seeing my younger sibling amount to something!" Lisa responded quickly as she place a manila folder filled with documents in my small, smooth lap. By now, I was so desperate to escape from my sexless, childlike condition that I agreed to their offer. Lisa immediately put a pen in my soft limp fingers and began guiding it across several of the documents in the folder. I was far too doped-up to read what I was signing, and I may have even dozed off once or twice. "There, dear. That's the last item that needed your signature!" Lisa chirped happily as Dr. Sanders and the nurse re-entered the room. I felt my hip being swabbed with alchohol, and then the sharp stab of a hypo. I was just a hair this side of unconscious, but I was deliriously happy. That injection could only mean one thing: I was on my way back to manhood and freedom! "This phase should only take about 24 hours." I heard Dr. Sanders say from a million miles away. "Good! Because the band starts recording their first album in just ten days." Lynn replied. "We can start her accelerated re-education almost immediately," Dr. Sanders said as the nurse hung an I.V. drip beside the bed. "Through a combination of subliminal tapes, psychotropic drugs and hypnosis she should be acclimated to her new personality within the week." "Wha..., new pers...?!" I mumbled as the light rapidly turned to gray. "That's great doctor," Lisa shot back, ignoring my feeble attempt at a question. "But I want to make one minor adjustment in that phase of her conversion." There was more black than gray now, and I couldn't quite make out what the four women were saying. "I...learned...my...lesson...Lisa...." I whispered as the black consumed me. * * * * The crowd was still cheering wildly, lighters held aloft, as the band rushed from the stage to the waiting limousines. I just a year, The Vixens had gone from obscurity to being the hottest heavy metal band in the country. Their debut album, 'Hot To Trot', had gone double platinum, and following a stint as the opening act for Guns N' Roses, they were now on their own 50 city, six month tour. Their pictures had been on the cover of every rock magazine in America, and inside the lockers of nearly every heterosexual teenage boy. Their popularity was due not only to the hard driving music, but to the fact that they were quite possibly the four most stunningly beautiful, sexy girls you could find in one place at the same time! Kelly, the tall singer and leader of the band had jet black spiky hair, a gorgeous body with long dancer's legs, and a voice as powerful as a jackhammer. Misty, was also taller than average, but a redhead. The bass player, she loved using her height and domineering personality to intimidate the guys in the front row. She would stand tantalizingly close to them, her hands stroking the neck of her instrument like a big musical cock, her legs pumping in time to the music. Then, just when she thought they were ready to shoot their wads, she put her high heeled boot in their face and made them lick it. The crowd would go nuts! Maya was the drummer, and a former Miss Botswana. She used her powerful black legs to kick out the kind of beat you could feel in your kidneys as she sat imperiously above the stage behind her drumset. Her finely chiseled face and full sensuous lips looked regal in the spotlight, as did her muscular arms and large breasts. But the most popular member of The Vixens was their dazzlingly gorgeous guitar player. Unlike the other girls, she was a petite little thing who needed to stand on a special platform when photos were taken in order to be seen! Her flowing mane of platinum blonde hair always looked as though she'd just finished being fucked by a tiger, and it framed her heart shaped face and long neck perfectly, hanging almost to her ass. In concert, she always appeared to be shy and avoided the spotlight, but the guys in the lighting crew had specific instructions to the contrary. Her every movement was highlighted, and elicited catcalls and wolf whistles from the mostly drunken crowd of male groupies. In spite of herself, she found that she rolled her hips every time she hit a power chord, and frequently puckered her ripe pouty lips and licked them, simultaneously winking at a guy she'd pick out of the throng. She never wore more on stage than necessary, and this particular night was no exception. A black underwire demi-bra lifted and pushed her 36D titties into view beneath the black leather bolero jacket she wore. Her bare midriff showed off the 22" waistline she worked to maintain, and the ultra short red leather miniskirt did the same for her 35" hips and pillow like ass. Black fishnet stockings held up by a bright blue garter belt added to the tarty look that she was becoming known for, as did the neon blue ankle boots with the 5" heels. Every time she played one of her technically flawless, visually erotic guitar solos, she would fall to her knees at the fron of the stage and appear to masterbate herself and the guitar at the same time! Often, she would culminate her solo by sticking her fingers beneath her tiny skirt, then remove them and lick them seductively! Her large smoky eyes seemed to possess a combination of passionate abandon and sheer terror. The boys loved this mixture of wanton slut and frightened rabbit. As the limo pulled to the curb at their hotel, each girl exited, leaving only the guitar player and the band's manager behind. "You did very, very good tonight. Although I want you to show off your tits more at the next show," the manager said as the girl stared out the window at the crush of fans holding up signs and things to autograph. "Are you listening to me, Barbie?" She turned in the seat and stared at the older looking classily dressed woman. "Yes ma'am, I hear you." she purred in that sexy little voice that Arsenio Hall had found so funny when they were on his show last week. Ever since the day she'd signed those documents in the hospital, she'd been incapable of addressing Lynn as anything other than 'Ma'am' or 'Miss Horton'. The car door opened and her foster mother Lisa got in beside her. "I hear the show went great tonight. That's wonderful, because there's somebody special up in the hotel who wants to talk to our little superstar about branching out on her own!" Lisa had her hand on Barbie's fishnet clad thigh as she brushed a stray hair off her ex- brother's thrusting left boob. "Solo? But I don't want to go solo. I hate being seen like this by so many people." Barbie whined as she felt a shiver of excitement pass between her legs as Lisa continued to caress her bosom. "But he's talking about television, movies, product endorsements. Millions of dollars." Lynn interjected, her mind already calculating hers and Lisa's profit margin. "What do I care? I never see any of my money anyway. You promised me that I'd be a rich rock star?" the tearful sexpot whimpered. "You are a rock star. And if it wasn't for that contract you signed giving Lynn 50% of your income as your personal manager, and another 40% as your business manager, you would be rich! And thanks to the legal papers you signed making me your guardian and foster mother, I'm the one who decided to donate the remaining 10% of your income to the Thomas Center for Substance Abuse Research!" Lisa responded scoldingly. "When are you and Miss Horton going to let me go back to my old life again?" the poor little transformee begged, her large nipples poking through her flimsy top. Lynn and Lisa looked at each other as though amused by something Barbie had said. "Oh dear, I'm afraid she's had another episode of what Dr. Sanders called 'periodic selective memory'." Lynn said impatiently. "That must be it. The doctor warned us that it might occur every now and then over the first year." Lisa answered. "Periodic...what do you mean?" Barbie asked, still distressed by her new inability to understand or use words containing more than 3 syllables. "Don't you remember, dear. You can never go back to who you were. Not since Dr. Sanders genetic formula turned your little pee-pee and tiny balls into a nice, moist pussy and fertile ovaries!" The car door opened and the flabbergasted beauty was helped to her high heeled feet. Barbie remembered now. She would never be anything but what she was. A sexy little rock ' roll tramp with a body to die for, and a pussy to fill. Her sister's revenge had been completed the day she awoke from that last injection to find herself trapped in the body of a teenage sexbomb! What's more, while she was unconscious, they had messed with her mind somehow, so that every time she was around a crowd of people, particularly men, she felt compelled to act like a horny little cockteaser. She minced over to the crowd of male groupies waiting behind the red barrier, her hands lifting up her tits for all to see, an involuntary smile spreading across her face. "Hi, guys! Do you like what you see?" she cooed in her little girl voice. The fans erupted into a cacaphony of cheers and whistles, and one guy carrying a sign that read: 'Barbie's Buddies' broke through the line and grabbed her around her tiny waist. Before anyone could react, he'd buried his face in her deep cleavage and began groping her ass! Lynn and Lisa were used to this kind of reaction to their creation, and they just stood back while the police held off the rest of the mob. "Well, well, there big boy!," Barbie giggled. "I guess you want to be my Ken doll!" Inside, Barbie wanted to puke as she put her feminine hand to his crotch, and in full view of everybody, began to masterbate him through his jeans! "GO BARBIE! GO BARBIE! GO BARBIE!" the crowd chanted. Finally, the awestruck bow let out a howl of orgasmic delight, and gave Barbie a long, deep French kiss. Before he could walk away though, Barbie unzipped his pants, stuck two fingers inside his shorts until she felt them covered with his cum, and then withdrew them and sexily and rapturously licked them dry! "Bye now guys! I've got to go and get my beauty sleep!" she yelled as she walked, hip swingingly into the hotel. The elevator doors closed on the trio of women, Barbie once again demurely silent away from the crowd. As the floors zipped by, Barbie hoped that she was done being humiliated for the night, and could just retire to her suite for a good night's sleep and further exploration of her tingling new pussy. "Now, it's important that you show this big shot how much you appreciate his interest in your career." Lynn cautioned as the elevator doors opened on the 28th floor. "This isn't the floor my suite is on!" Barbie complained as the two women pushed her into the hallway. "Of course it's not. But Mr. Big's suite is # 2869. I hear those last two numbers are among his favorites!" Lisa laughed as she winked knowingly at Barbie. "We'll see you for breakfast in the morning." They said in unison as the elevator doors slid shut. Barbie hadn't taken more than 5 nervous steps when a door opened and she was facing a muscular Italian man dressed only in a pair of red nylon underwear. "Hello! You must be Barbie Dahl! I'd recognize those jugs anywhere. Hey, I love your band! Do you wanna fuck? I hear you have an uncanny ability to know what a man likes!" "If you only knew the truth?" Barbie thought to herself as she fell to her knees and put her lips to the bulge facing her! THE END -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /