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Author's note: I'd like to thank my friend Eric for his help with some of the terminology for this story. I hope I threw out enough technical terms to make it sound real enough. Happy reading... On The Bandwagon By Jennifer White Chris was a guitarist, and had played since grade school. He had been in one band after the other, but none of them ever "made it". So to supplement the income from his weekend "bar band", he started teaching. One of his students was Donna. She played the bass guitar, and was a quick learner. She enjoyed the lessons, every Tuesday and Thursday with Chris. She learned a lot, and unlike her last teacher, he treated her like a musician, not as a girl. He was more concerned with her technique and her knowledge of scales than her boobs. But her favorite part was at the end, when they would jam for the last ten minutes. Whereas most male guitarists she knew were too loud, or always tried to play as many notes per second as possible to show off, Chris was a sensitive accompanist. He played for the song, and not to show off. He was *tasteful*. She knew no better male guitarist. Donna started a band with three other girls. Carol was a great singer, and was the front woman. Deborah played the drums, and Helen played guitar. They called themselves "In This Dress", a play on "in distress". After six months of playing out at bars, they decided to go into the studio. They would record a CD, and sell it at the gigs to make extra money. They booked the studio time, and went in. They spent six weeks, and all their spare money to make the recording. But something wasn't quite right with it. Something was missing. Donna took a mix down tape to her mentor, Chris, to get his opinion. Chris listened to the entire tape without comment, just listening to the music. At last, he spoke to her. "You have some great lyrics, good melodies, a tight beat, and interesting chord progressions." "Yes," she said, "but what's wrong with it?" "Well, do you really want my opinion?" "Yes. That's what I'm here for. I can take criticism." "Well, here goes. Let's rewind to song 1." She cued it up, and started playing it. "See how it gets repetitive here? It's just the same thing going on over and over with the guitar. You need one more element here, just to break things up. Think about how George Harrison would add little fills to Beatles songs, or the kind of little melodic riffs that Eric Clapton would throw in to a song like 'Wonderful Tonight'." He picked up a guitar, and added a few riffs to the song. Donna lit up. That made it sound *so* much better! Just a few notes here and there, and the song came to life. "Can you teach Helen to do that?" "I could, but it would take some time. She is strong in her rhythm guitar, but she is quite sloppy in her leads." "Yeah, but she never wanted to play lead. That's too much a 'boy' thing." She thanked him, and went home. On the way, she started hooking up with the other girls on her cell phone. She told them what had happened, and how much better it made the songs. "It's not that I can't learn that stuff," said Helen, "but I don't *want* to. It's not me." "But we need to make this disc top rate, so it sells." said Carol. "I know you'll hate this, but I think we should get him to come in and overdub the parts." "No way! We're a girl band!" said Helen. "But you can't play it. And we don't have to put him in the credits." said Carol. "Will he do it?" asked Deborah. "I can ask..." said Donna. There was more debate the next day, but in the end, they decided to do it in the end. The music was more important than their pride. So they brought him into the studio, and he set up. He listened to the songs one more time, then started overdubs. Just a lick here, a melodic countermelody there, a different chord voicing, or a clean sound against the distortion of Helen's strumming. It was deceptively simple to watch. He played, and the engineer got it down on tape. The next day, after the mixdown, they listened to the results. There were shocked. The sound was so huge now! Their live energy was there, plus the missing element. *Now* they had a disc which would sell. This is what they needed to make it. Since Chris had listed George Harrison and Eric Clapton as his hero's, as a joke they put "Erica Harris" on the album credits. They had a good laugh over it, and so did he. They offered him a share of the revenues, but he declined, saying that he just wanted to help Donna's career. "Why aren't there more guys like that?" asked Helen as they drove home, jamming to their new CD, freshly cut on the computer at the studio. *** "In This Dress" continued to gig, and word of mouth grew. At first, nobody bought their CD. But over time, they won converts, and bit by bit, sales grew. And as their popularity grew, they started to get headline gigs, in better bars, and with more pay. One day, they played a show sponsored by a local rock station. The DJ was the MC for the night, and he was so impressed with the band that he took a copy of the CD home with him. The next day, Donna's phone rang. "Quick Donna! Turn on the radio! Rock 105!" She did it. To her amazement, it was *her* song playing over the airwaves. "That was 'No Runaround' from 'In This Dress', a local girl band. They'll be playing at Donald's Inn on Friday. Check them out...." She turned it off. "We're on the radio!" "We made it!" *** Callers loved the song, and soon the radio station was flooded with requests for the song. Soon, the local record store contacted the band, and began carrying the CD. They sold out their first shipment in 2 days, so they put in an order for *50* more copies. The girls in the band were elated. One thing led to another, and eventually a big moment came. It was summer, and the outdoor amphitheater was rolling out it's schedule of national acts. Each of the four girls had been there dozens of times, watching all of their heroes play on the stage. So when the CEO called them and asked them to audition for a chance to open one of the early June shows, the band was overjoyed. They had played enough now to really have their songs down cold. They knew how to work a crowd. They thought they were ready. On the big day, they packed everything up, drove their vans to the studio where they met Mr. Big himself, Jack Dobbs. We was wearing a suit and tie which freaked them out a bit, but as soon as they were set up and rocking out, they got over their nervousness. They did their usual stage show, and thought it was about the best they had ever played. "I don't know," said Mr. Dobbs when the audition was over. "I mean, I love your CD, but your sound is a little empty compared to your disc. Where's this 'Erica'? Why isn't she here today?" "Uh... she was really, really sick. I can have her here tomorrow, or maybe the next day." said Helen. "Okay, listen. I'll give you another chance. I'll come check out your gig on Friday. Make sure Erica is there. Then I'll be able to make a fair judgment. Thanks for your time." "What the hell are you thinking?" asked Deborah as they drove home. "There *is* no Erica. How are we going to find a girl who knows how to play guitar like that, and teach her all of our songs in 2 days? And rehearse her. No way!" "There *is* an Erica." said Helen. "No!" said Donna, seeing what she was up to. "Yes! We'll just get your buddy to dress up. We can put all sorts of makeup and a wig on him. Nobody will know the difference." "He will! I don't think he'll be into that. It's too kinky." "Come on, what do we have to lose? Get him to come over tonight. Tell him we want to learn the parts he wrote. He'll fall for it, and we'll turn him into a girl. Then we'll knock them all dead at the gig, and on to fame and fortune!" Donna was skeptical, but Helen was good at getting her way. She felt bad for Chris. She hoped he wouldn't stop speaking to her after Helen tried to turn him into a girl... *** At the invite of the band, Chris came over to Donna's apartment the next evening. She had set everything up, the way she wanted it, so all was ready for him. Donna had provided information on his approximate size. She used photos of him to get a good idea of his hair color and skin tones, and did some shopping in advance. When he walked in, they all thanked him for all that he had done for them and their careers. They offered him a drink, which he accepted. They put on the CD, and asked him to explain some of the parts he had come up with. "On this one, I did a counter melody which played off the main vocal line." he explained. "It strengthens the melodic sense in the chorus, but doesn't stomp over the other guitar part, which I really like, by the way." he said, glancing over to Helen, who beamed at the complement. He explained what he did for other songs, but it was beyond Helen's real of knowledge. When he said that he preferred to use Lydian mode for a certain part, he might as well have been speaking gibberish for all she knew. She was a rocker, and he seemed to put too much thought into what he was doing! Three rounds later, when the album came to an end on the CD player, Helen started in with her little plan. "Chris, I have some great news." she said. "Oh, what's that?" "We've got a chance to open for RockFest this summer." "That's awesome! I knew that with your song getting local airplay, you'd get some offer." "Yes, but we have a problem." He nodded, listening intently. "You see, at the audition, they said we didn't sound as good as the record. We need to add another girl to the band to play your parts." "And you want me to teach her what I did?" he asked. "Well sort of." "Sort of?" "You see, we have to play for this big CEO guy again tomorrow. I told him we'd have Erica with us." "But Erica doesn't exist." "Well, she sort of does." "Oh, you want me to jam with you guys. No problem. You had me going there. I thought for a second that you wanted me to *be* Erica." After a few moments of silence, it dawned on him. "No." "Please! This is our big chance." "I'm not going on stage as 'Erica'." "Oh come on. It's very 'rock and roll'. Bowie's played in a dress. And Keith Richards. And lots more. You won't be the first." "I don't know. Its not me..." "It won't be. It will be Erica. With a wig, makeup, and all that, nobody will know that it's you. You won't be embarrassed by anyone recognizing you." "I don't know...." "Look." said Helen. "What if you try on a stage costume right now? Once you're in the getup, tell us what you think. If you can tell that it's you, then we'll forget it. But if you look good enough that no one would recognize you, then what harm could one gig be?" "And you'd get to play a big outdoor venue. That would be a blast!" "I need another drink first. Make it a double." Deborah got him another drink, and made it a triple. They had been giving him doubles all along anyway. As he sipped it, Helen led him into the bedroom. "Take off all your clothes, and put these on." she said, pointing to a set of nicely laid out *women's* clothes. There was a bra, panties, pantyhose, boots, and a black dress. He could see a wig and other things laid out on the nightstand by the mirror. "Oh, and don't forget these." she said, handing him two large breast forms. "Why do I need such big tits?" "You've got a big body. 32B's would look tiny on you. You'll need 38Ds at least to be in the proper proportion. Don't worry, you'll get used to them." She walked out and shut the door as he started to strip. He hadn't caught the irony of her last remark. He put on the panties, wondering why he had to wear them too. He got into the pantyhose without too much of a struggle. He had peeled them off of dozens of women before, but had never put them on himself. The bra wasn't too hard to get on. He only struggled with the clasps a little bit. He plopped the large breast forms in, and felt the straps pull on his shoulders from their weight. He moved to the side, and saw them jiggle, kind of like real breasts. It freaked him out, but he was sporting quite a woody too. He pulled the dress over his head, forced his feet into the boots, which came to just below his knee. He felt like he was standing on his toes from the heel. "Okay, ready." he called out. Helen came in, and had to hide her huge grin. He looked ridiculous, but she would fix that. She sat him down, and started to apply makeup to his face. "Now when you're on stage, you have to exaggerate the makeup so that it can be seen from the seats. So don't freak out about how much I'm putting on." "Hmm." he mumbled. Next, she put the wig on him, and used bobby pins to hold it in place. She fiddled with it a bit, to get it just right. Next she held his hands out, and painted his nails a bright red color, to match the one she had put on his lips. She put a necklace over his head, bracelets on his wrists, and a couple of rings on his fingers. Large loop clip-on earrings were the last touch for the jewelry. Next, she went into her closet and came out with that looked like hockey pads or something, but it was flesh colored. "Step into this. The padding will have give you curves," she said. He put it on, and felt the padding on the hips and the rear. "Okay girls!" she yelled, and the other three came into the room. "Say hello to Erica!" Chris turned, and looked in the full-length mirror on the wall. "Oh my God." he said. "I'm a girl." They all laughed. "Just look at you!" said Carol. "You're so cute!" "Wow, Erica, you turned out great!" said Deborah. "I have to admit it," said Helen, "but they're right. I'd never know it was you." "Me neither." said Chris, feeling very out of control. Part of him wanted to turn and run, as fast as he possibly could. But part of him was excited at the new sensations he was feeling. And to have four hot babes fawning over him. And if he did this, he would get to play a big concert. His dream. He had been in bands all his life, but despite the fact that he was a great musician, they never had the right image, so they never went anywhere. So this was his life long dream, although he never imagined playing a gig as a girl. *** Before the audition, they had him shave off all his body hair. And they went very heavy with the makeup on his face again. While nobody would have looked at him and thought it was the most attractive girl they had ever seen, nobody would have thought him to be a man either. 'Erica' stayed to the back during the audition, and Mr. Dobbs was impressed. He said that they would indeed be allowed to open the show, but they'd only get 35 minutes. But that was enough for the group to be all excited. Their real shot at fame! *** "Now just don't get too full of testosterone, and start playing 'Eddie Van Halen' leads once you get onstage!" insisted Carol as the primped and preened in the dressing room before the big show. "In this getup, there's not much chance of that!" replied Chris, or 'Erica' as they kept calling him to remind him that he was a girl now too. He had on a tight leather skirt, over a set of pads, giving him the rounded hips of a girl. A girdle underneath helped keep his tummy in, and added to the illusion of curves. His falsies seemed to be bursting out of his blouse up top. He looked like a hot chick. They had spent hours on him this time. There would be cameras there, and they couldn't afford for him to be identified as a guy. It would ruin their image. When it was time for the show, the girls strapped on their guitars, and ran out on stage. There were a lot of hoots and hollers from men, who were all gaping at their boobs. "Show us some more leg!" yelled one who was staring right at "Erica". 'Wouldn't he be in for a shock if I did.' thought Chris. But the females in the audience had a different reaction. They were excited to see other women up on stage. They were excited and supportive. Women can rock too! The band started off the first song as Deborah counted down: 4...3...2...1! They rocked. "In This Dress" played six songs, and by the time they were done, even the guys in the audience were into it too. These chicks rocked! The crowd was calling for an encore when they left the stage. They were just an opening act, so they didn't think that the headliners would let them do it, but the crowd was so into it that they came out and did one more song. Chris, as promised, laid back and just played to support the song, not to show off. The long fingernails they had glued onto his own short ones would have prevented him from going too crazy anyway. Once the song go going, he didn't even really notice all the femme stuff he was wearing. He just concentrated on the song. The other girls in the band were great players too, and the sound was tight. When the encore was done, they waved and blew kisses to the crowd. As they lined up and took a bow, Chris saw all the guys staring at him. *** Once safely backstage in their private dressing room, they celebrated with a bottle of French champagne. "How did that feel Chris?" asked Helen. "Have you ever seen such a crowd before?" "I have to admit, this is the best gig I've ever had," he replied, "although there was one thing that bothered me." "What's that?" "Well, all the guys who were staring at me. They weren't looking at my fingers to see what I was playing. They were looking at my tits. They were looking, trying to get a peek up my skirt." "Welcome to our world!" said Carol, causing them all to laugh. "We have to put up with that every day," said Donna. "Do you know how many guys can't talk to you and look in your eye?" asked Helen. "Most of you look at our boobs." "That's awful. I'm not like that, am I?" asked Chris. "Not most of the time!" they said. They all laughed again. Chris was about to take off his wig, but there was a knock on the door, so he quickly straightened it back up. "Girls, great news!" said the man they had never seen before as he walked into the room like he owned the place. "Who are you?" asked Carol. "Jack. Jack Blakely. I am an agent. How would you like to join up for a national tour as the opening act? You get the crowd going, and that's just what we're looking for." The girls were floored. A national tour? Do this every day? What an opportunity! They talked with Jack for an hour, and he left them. They would talk to their manager, and meet the next day to decide for sure. "This is it! Our big break!" said Helen. "A national tour! Our dream come true!" added Deborah. "I'm very happy for you." said Chris. "Thanks." said Donna. "Um gals, look at this. They want all *five* of us for the tour. If we're going to do this, then 'Erica' needs to come too." "Go around the country as a girl? I don't know..." said Chris. "Oh please don't say no! We may never get a chance like this!" pleaded Helen. "You can't say no. What if we never get another shot?" "And wasn't it always your dream to make it big?" asked Donna. "But not as a girl." "Yes, but you're a professional. You can do it! We can't do it without you." "Please!!!" they begged him. Finally, he decided against his better judgment to do it. It's hard to say no to four pretty women who were so insistent. And he would shatter their dreams if he declined. He couldn't do that to them. He was too nice of a person. *** The next day, the band worked out the details of the deal with Jack Blakely. It was a standard deal where the tour provided transportation, lodging, and a meal allowance each day. They were to perform 35 to 40 minutes of music at each show, depending on the needs of the venue. "Now remember, you're just the opening act. Don't get big heads and start demanding the penthouse suite," said Blakely. "Don't worry about us!" said Donna. "We can take it." Their visions of riding in limos was shattered when they saw their little tour bus. All five of them, plus their manager, their roadies and their crew all had to share the bus. There were small cots in back, and they realized that most of the time they would have to sleep on these during the day as the drove across the country. The headliners would zoom in on a private jet, all refreshed. But they would be doing it by bus. And when they did stay overnight, they were in dumpy budget hotels, not the Marriott or the Hilton. More like Motel 6 and Super 8. They also discovered that $25 a day didn't go very far for meals on the road. In a big city, you could spend that on just breakfast! But they were new to the road, and the grind of it would take a long time to settle in, and for the initial excitement to wear off. There was one big detail however which they had debated back and forth about. To this point, only the girls in the band knew that Erica was actually a guy. They would be with roadies, managers, and a lot of other people. How should they handle it? Should they tell them about Erica's secret? If they didn't and tried to keep the illusion that Erica was a girl, then they would be faced with other problems. 'She' would have to go into the girl's room with them, not the men's. 'She' would dress with them, so 'she' would always be seeing them half naked (or more). 'She' would do things like shower with them backstage. But if everyone knew that Erica was Chris, then sooner or later it would leak out. If they kept 'her' close to them, then it would be much less of a chance that word would get out. So in the end, they decided to try and keep up the illusion. For Chris, this meant that he could not bring his own clothes. He would have to dress up as Erica full time. He would have to act like woman all the time, so that the roadies and others wouldn't get suspicious. He'd have to think, act, and look like a girl, all of the time. *** On the tour bus, driving overnight to Cleveland, a typical problem arose. Erica and Helen were going over some chord changes for the bridge to a new tune they were writing on their acoustic guitars. They were sipping wine coolers, and snacking on cheese, crackers and fruit. Sam, one of the roadies was sitting across the table from them. "So," he said, looking right at Erica, "I've been wondering how your boyfriends feel about you going out on the road like this." "I... I'm not seeing anyone right now." said Erica. Chris should have known better that to fall for that one. He had used similar tactics himself in bars over the years. "Not seeing anyone, huh? Well what a coincidence. Neither am I. When you two get done with your song, why don't you come up front with me, and we can talk for a while." He got up, walked to the front of the bus, and gave a wink. "Oh my God, he just made a pass at you!" said Helen. "Ew! Even if I was a real girl, why would I go for a guy with long stringy hair, partly balding, and an unkempt beard? Does that guy think he's hot or something?" "Actually, I think he's kind of cute, in a way." said Helen. "Well not to me!" They laughed. "Look, here's what you do. If you reject him outright, he'll resent it, and after a while, there will be animosity between you. I've seen relationships at work before, when I was in an office." "Okay, so I don't just tell him off." "No, you do it gently. Tell him that you have a policy of not getting into relationships with coworkers. Tell him that you respect his friendship too much to risk losing it if the relationship doesn't work out. Tell him that you two will be together for many months during this tour, and if it ends up not working, there will be trouble. Think of Fleetwood Mac when they started dating each other." Chris nodded. He understood. And he had been told lines like that by girls in the past. When they did something like that instead of just saying "go to hell", he ended up feeling better about himself. So he would use the technique on Sam. Girls were so much more thoughtful than guys. They actually thought about and cared about the feelings of others. It was one of many things that Chris had always admired about them. He was enjoying this chance to really learn about women. He had a lot more to learn. *** The band rolled on through their tour, and Chris was starting to become accustomed to living all the time as Erica. They were heading to the east coast leg of the tour, and had three days off in New York City before their next show. They were going to a photo shoot for some new publicity shots, so one day the band went on a shopping spree. They bought new matching outfits, and lots of clothes for themselves at the cool stores in New York. Not only where there the famous department stores and boutiques, but also secondhand stores in Chelsea and The Village. Even Chris bought new outfits, since it was tiresome to always wear the same few dresses. And there were lots of shoe stores, which had larger sizes of women's shoes, so he found five cool new pairs. Two of them were for onstage, and the others for offstage. They were so cute, that Erica couldn't resist. They all got matching tattoos on their ankles, with the band's logo. Chris also got his ears pierced, because it was getting too painful wearing clip-ons. Donna bought him two pairs of earrings as a gift of thanks. And they all got knock-off Prada and Kate Spade purses in China Town. $20 for something that cost $500 in the store? Too good of a bargain to pass up! Next, they were in a shop buying leather outfits for onstage, when they found a corner of the shop, which specialized in women's clothes for men. The exciting part was the section with the realistic fake breasts. Carol bought a pair of 38D's for Chris when he was trying on a black leather skirt. She would give them to him that night. Being a band, they had to stop at all of the guitar stores too. There was one street with a dozen of them. They drooled over $10,000 vintage instruments, and looked at the pictures on the wall of everyone from The Beatles to Joan Jett to Sarah McLachlan buying their instruments there. They hoped that some day, they would be able to afford to shop there, and hoped they would get their pictures on the wall too. After dropping off all their bags at the hotel, and resting their feet, they went out to take in a Broadway show. Then off to dinner in Little Italy. It was a great end to a busy day of shopping! *** The next day was the big photo shoot. They wore their street clothes to the studio, then went into the dressing room to put on their outfits for the photos. They had decided on their black leathers. Then they would change into frilly feminine dresses for more pictures. 'Erica' had on the new breast forms, which Carol had given 'her'. 'She' was being a good sport about the whole thing. They made it look like she had cleavage. Men on the street had been almost drooling looking at her. They kept staring at Erica's boobs, instead of looking at her face. Erica was feeling more and more annoyed at this. She also didn't like how some people assumed that she was silly and frivolous, just because she was a girl. They assumed that she couldn't do math or make a decision on her own. But she was getting used to being called Erica, and thought of herself that way some times too. It was like when Chris had gone to France for a summer during his college days. He spoke a little French, but after being there six weeks, he started to even *dream* in French. He had been 'Erica' for long enough now, that he was thinking of himself as 'Erica'. Being called 'Maam', 'her' and 'she' was normal now, and 'she' didn't even flinch anymore going into the women's bathroom at a restaurant or department store. *** At the studio, the band went back to the dressing room. Erica was dismayed that they did not get a private dressing room. They had to share with ten other women who were there for other photo shoots. Now, it wasn't bad that there were ten super models in various states of dress and undress, primping and preening. But Erica felt self conscious about undressing with other women present, who didn't know her. She was used to doing it in front of the girls in the band, but these were strangers. She kept her back to them, and was relieved that nobody bothered her too much. Most of them were too stuck up to even acknowledge the girls in the band. The makeup artist came in, and started to expertly apply makeup. They all felt like it was too much, but she assured them that the camera would make it look like less. "Your skin is pretty dry," she said to Erica. "Here, take this cream. You should put this on every night. You're not going to have nice skin when you get older if you don't take care of it now." Erica smiled and thanked the nice woman. Women treated her so much better than men did. The shoot went great, and even Erica looked glamorous. *** The show was a big success, and the record company asked them to come to their headquarters building the next day. They gaped at the gold and platinum records on the walls as they walked into the VP's office. They were offered a five album deal, which their business manager scanned, and told them to sign. They did. After their current tour, they would go into the studio to make a new album, then they would get a tour where they would be the headliners. Everything was looking up. *** By the end of the tour, Erica was even more upset at the way men had treated her. She had her butt patted by more than one arena manager or security guard. She was tired of boys staring at her boobs instead of her fingers as she played her songs. She was tired of men who just wanted to get her into bed with them (imagine the surprise they would have if they succeeded!). As they rode the bus on one of the last shows for the tour, she talked with Carol. "I hate that jerk who patted me on the butt and said 'Nice tits there, girly'. I wish I could turn him into a girl, so he could see how it is." "Yeah, that would be really cool. You turn him on, he acts up, then you turn him into a girl." "Turn him on, turn him in." "Hey, that's a cool line. Lets write a song." They worked for hours, and when they were done, they woke up the other three. "Listen" said Carol. "We have a new song." They sang it, with Erica strumming an acoustic guitar. Turn You On/Turn You In I'll show you new life... (Turn you on, turn you in) A bright glowing way (Turn you on, turn you in) Let me inside of you (Turn you on, turn you in) I'll free your emotions (Turn you on, turn you in) Your life begins again, Now you're in her world, You fill with emotion, A new sister, one more girl, She used to be your conquest Now instead you wear her dress I'll turn you on: A whole new world I'll turn you in: Into a girl So get an underwire (Turn you on, turn you in) The frilly lacy sort, (Turn you on, turn you in) Cause with a pair like those (Turn you on, turn you in) You'll need proper support (Turn you on, turn you in) You'll turn on all the guys And once you see a man he's Gonna be all over you and Want to get into your panties! She used to be your conquest Now instead you wear her dress I'll turn you on: A whole new world I'll turn you in: Into a girl Don't wear your skit too high, Or go out in heels too low, Make sure to wear your makeup, Now you're a chick, you know. I'll turn you to your new life Turn you into a girl. They all smiled. They knew they had a hit on their hands. They set about writing their individual parts to the song. *** Being a new band, they had a small budget for the studio, so they had to work rapidly. Most people don't know that the cost of the studio time, which the record company pays for, is deducted from the band's share of their sales. So if they spent one hundred thousand dollars recording, then the first one hundred thousand in revenue for album sales would go back to pay the studio. They wouldn't see a cent if they didn't sell a million copies. So they had to keep things small and reasonable, until they became a major act. But they were a tight unit, and it flowed quickly. The producer let them do their thing, and in only a few weeks they were done with all but the final overdubs. Then came the mixing and the mastering. They were a new band without ego problems, so they just let the pros at the studio do the work, without trying to butt in with their own opinions. So again, it went very smoothly. The new album was dubbed "Turn You On/Turn You In", after the first single. When it hit the airwaves, it was controversial, but it gathered more and more airplay. When the CD hit the stores, it was an immediate success. The video moved into the heavy rotation. The tour had to start right away, while they had momentum. During all this time, Erica had never even once reverted to Chris. She had stayed as Erica the entire time. She had done a lot of thinking, and had decided that she actually preferred her life as Erica better than she had ever enjoyed being Chris. As Erica, she got to wear so many fun clothes and shoes! She got to do so many fun things! She got to hang out with all of the girls, all of the time. This was the life for her, she decided. Chris was all but dead in her mind, and she was Erica now. To prove it to herself and others, she went to a plastic surgeon without telling the rest of the band. She had breast implants put in, the same 38D size as her falsies. After a few days of recovery, she played a practical joke on the rest of the band. She had her new breasts safely held in place by her bra. She then took one of her breast forms, and hid it under her skirt between her legs. As they talked, she let it fall to the floor. "You dropped your boob!" said Deborah, alarmed. She picked it up and handed it back to Erica, who was smiling at her. Deborah noticed: she was holding the fake breast in her hand, but Erica still had two breasts under her shirt. "I don't need those anymore." she said. They girls all giggled with delight. Erica had her own breasts now! *** The CD moved up the charts, and eventually cracked the top ten. As the tour progressed, so did Erica. She started on hormones, and was determined to become a real girl one day. The others in the band did their best to help her. They were supportive, like sisters. They were so happy that she was becoming a girl now too. Erica had to take off a few weeks here and there, every time she had an operation. So they set up the schedule around it. She went to a clinic in Miami for the first major 'clipping' of her male parts, so they set up a week at the beach. They also spent a week in San Francisco when she had another major operation done there. Soon they would be starting on a limited world tour, through England, France and Sweden. Then on to Japan, Canada, then back through the US for one final leg. Erica was on schedule to be completed by then. The band would be #1, and Erica would be a girl. What better happy ending could there be?