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Shared believes will change the world.
This story is based more or less on a theory that I like quite a bit.
Has the world always been a sphere, or did the common belief of
millions shape the world when a plausible theory had been found? In
what way do expectations influence the result? Do we believe we can go
to the moon because we can, or can we go to the moon because we believe
we can? Our protagonist is about to find out what the expectations of
millions can do to you.
---
Finally the day had come. After a lot of practice Jesse and his band
had finally managed to put together enough original material to play a
full hour of music. They all sat together around the stereo, waiting in
anticipation. In about five minutes their first song would be aired on
the local alternative radio station. They'd tried some other radio
stations first but most wouldn't even listen to the tape. As soon as
the station heard that the music they played was metal, they would
usher them out (without listening to the songs) with comments like:
"Metal is not what the public wants to hear."
They had managed to keep the band a secret for quite a while now. The
idea was to come out in a big opening. Each and every member of the
band was quite a musician when playing alone. But during an impromptu
jam session, they found out that they could be great when they played
together. They decided to make more of it.
The drummer, Eric, had been tapping on everything in his house from
back when he was five, until his parents bought him an electric drum
set. It was a compromise that allowed for some manner of peace in the
house (as long as he used the headset in stead of the speakers).
Then there was Vicky. She and Eric had been an item for several years
now and they where on the exact same wavelength concerning the music.
Eric's work on the drum was backed up by her bass. Every subtle shift
in rhythm was felt by her and acted upon. Together they formed the
perfect base setting for all their songs.
John, on the guitar could match the most intricate patterns note by
note. He was completely self-taught and had developed a unique sound to
his play. The only reason he hadn't been discovered yet was because he
never played for anyone but friends. He always used to claim he was not
good enough, and always found points to improve, where others found
none.
And last but not least Jesse himself. His role in the band was a dual
one. Having a high (and crystal clear) voice he could reach notes even
Vicky couldn't reproduce. The violin was his weapon of choice. He loved
to play the wailing gypsy songs and medieval tunes but always twisted
them into something that sounded more modern.
Everything put together they where a perfect setup, and tonight they
would finally start to see the fruits of their labor. It was almost
time for the tape and Jesse's motioned for everyone to be silent.
"Tonight on Radio NR-key, we have a brand new premiere. How this group
has been able to maintain a complete media-silence during the making of
their album is a complete mystery. But here they are now, the Steel
Angels with their first number ever: 'Just after midnight'!"
'Let's go to the club down on Mortimer street,'
He said when she wanted to dance.
'I have this friend there I'd like you to meet'
He lied, hoping this was his chance.
Just after midnight,
The party is dying.
In moon's silver light,
She's sitting there crying.
Drink after drink he forced down her neck,
Until she could no longer stand,
Then leaving her someplace in the club at the back
He went for another girl's hand.
Just after midnight,
The party is dying.
In moon's silver light,
She still sits there crying.
Sobering enough to see her boy cheating,
She tried in vain to stand up.
She tripped and fell down; her head took a beating,
Her life was lost, there in the club.
Just after midnight,
The party is dying.
In moon's silver light,
Forever she's crying.
Still haunting those grounds, a lost lonesome teen,
Betrayed by a cheating boyfriend,
And just after midnight her form can be seen,
Weeping each night without end.
"I am almost certain that this is far from the last we'll hear from
Jessie and her Steel Angels. Just remember that you heard it here
first, on NR-key Radio!"
Eric snickered: "And HER Steel Angels? Jesse, is there anything we
should know about?" Jesse started protesting but soon saw they where
only making fun of him. "Oh stop it already; we'll get this sorted out
in the morning. But for now, we've been on air and they liked our song!
Let's party!"
---
*RING*
*RING*
Slowly waking up, and sailing the alarm clock through the room Jesse
sits up.
*RING*
Bewildered, Jesse looks at the clock and realizes belatedly that it's
not the clock but the phone that's ringing. Half drunk with sleep he
picks up the phone. "Yes?" he says while trying to clear his head from
the cobwebs.
"Jesse? Vicky here, turn on the news on Station 2 if you will."
He grabs for the remote and switches the TV on. After a few seconds the
screen lights up and Jesse hears his own voice singing on the
television.
"This new song by the previously unknown band called 'The Steel Angels'
has taken over the town. Since their debut yesterday at NR-key Radio
the phones haven't stopped ringing with requests for more and info
about the band. Already after such a short time people are claiming
that Jessie has the best female voice in this branch of music."
Bewildered, Jesse turns off the TV. "Are you still there?" Vicky asks.
"Huh? Oh, yeah... I'm here. How did this happen? Why do they think I'm
a woman?"
"Well, I think first and foremost it's your voice. You do have a
beautiful voice, and it's quite high for a man. It does not really show
when you talk, but if I heard you while you are singing without knowing
you, I think I might have made the same mistake. And the fact that your
name might be short for Jessica doesn't really help either."
"But for now we need to figure out what to do. I'm calling a band
meeting in an hour at my place. Can you make that?"
Jesse picks up the clock that had landed in a corner of the room to see
what the time is. "Yeah, I'll make it... I'll be there at eleven."
---
"Okay Jesse, don't take this wrong, but the problem is this: within a
day we have gained such fame that we it's going to be very hard to tell
everybody you're not a girl. We'll forget the dent in our reputation as
a band it would give us for a moment. You are more important to us. But
what would it do to you? People will start talking about you. It's
almost sure people will think you are gay, transsexual, transvestite or
whatever they'll think sounds appropriate. We can probably set it
straight, but is that the result you want?"
"Much as I hate to admit it you are right," Jesse sits down with a
depressed look on his face. "just when we got this far! Hmm... Vicky...
I'm not sure if I look the look in your eyes. What are you thinking?
Spill it."
"Well, there are several things we can do. We could stop the band, and
start a new one under a different name. But since we all have rather
unique qualities, people might start to suspect we're one and the same.
Never mind about the public. They will want to know what happened to
their 'new discovery'. The same will happen if we decide to just quit.
We can't tell them you are a boy as we've just seen. But we can
continue.
"Wait a minute before you comment on this. You could pose as a woman.
With the right make-up and accessories we could pull it off. Your lean
figure and long hair will only help. This way you can maintain both a
normal social life and we can retain the band. Please think on it a few
minutes before you decide."
Jesse pondered on this for a while. Could he pass it off as a woman?
Sure, his voice may sound feminine, but could he pull of the visual
effect. And what other options where there? Being ridiculed all the
time? Giving up his dreams of greatness? Pondering this Jesse remains
silent for several minutes. The rest of the band sits waiting anxiously
for the answer.
Finally Jesse makes up his mind. "I'm willing to try it under two
conditions. The first is that I have to look completely female. If we
can't manage that, I refuse. I don't want to risk this being found
out."
Eric, John and Vicky nod their agreement. "Sure, that's only
reasonable. But what's the second part?" John asks.
"It's the most important part. NOBODY gets to know about this outside
the four of us, and I won't accept any so-called funny remarks about
this. And I'm not kidding about this. I feel insecure enough about this
without you guys pestering me on it. I'm doing this for you as much as
for me so don't even think about getting your fun there."
Eric looks down to the ground, blushing slightly. "I promise man, sorry
about yesterday. I only made that jibe then because there was nothing
behind it at that time. You got my support." Vicky and John both
agreed.
"I can't belief you're doing this. I'm not sure I would have the
courage for that if it'd happened to me. I promise not to make fun of
you." said John. Eric and Vicky made the same promise.
"Then we'd better get you ready." said Vicky.
"What? Ready for what?"
Eric, John and Jesse all exclaimed at the same time. "The interview of
course. Didn't I tell you about that?" Vicky ducks behind the couch as
several pillows fly her way.
"Okay, okay I'll fez up." She laughed. "I haven't promised anything
yet. I've been contacted with the question if we'd like to come for an
interview. I said that I'd check with the rest first. They left a
number where they could contact us. We'll only do this if you think
you're ready for this Jesse."
"Today? I don't think I could handle that. Let's first see what magic
you can perform. After that we'll see how to go on."
---
Two hours later it was Jessie who stood in front of the mirror. Unable
to believe his eyes he kept making sudden movements to fool the person
behind the mirror. It really was him. A beautiful lady stood there
before the mirror. After a lot of fuzz his long hair had been put into
a ponytail. He was quite used to putting his hair in a tail, but this
time it was almost on the top of his head.
A bit of mascara, rouge and lipstick had transformed his face beyond
recognition. What previously was a boyish baby-face had become a vision
of beauty. Stunned Jesse stared and stared, desperately seeking for his
former self. Slowly he started to recognize features. His facial build
was still the same, but every facet of his face now had a feminine
undertone.
The dress he was wearing needed no padding. The form of the dress
suggested just the right amount of curves, and created the illusion of
breasts. All in all the effect was quite stunning.
"John, Eric, you can come in now!" Vicky called out.
Both stepped into the room and where as breathless as Jesse himself.
"Is this some joke? Where did you leave Jesse and who did you get to
play his part?" John asked.
Jesse looked startled, stepped up to John and looked him in the eyes.
"It's me John; I never realized how feminine I already looked. It
almost feels as if I should be insulted somehow. My masculinity seems
so cheap if it only takes a few strokes of makeup and a different
hairstyle to change me into something so feminine."
John searched Jesse's face, and slowly realization dawned. "Oh my God,
it is you. If I had any doubts before you would be able to pull it off,
they are gone now. Don't take this the wrong way, but you are
beautiful."
Jesse looked back at the mirror, breathed in deeply and said, "I guess
I can pull this off... Let's get this show on the road."
---
Several weeks passed and most of that time Jesse posed as Jessie. At
first he felt a bit uncomfortable in woman's clothing. He was nervously
looking around all the time, afraid that anyone would see through the
disguise. But after fooling the first few interviewers that got to pass
real quickly. His attitude changed as soon as he was en femme. It was
almost as if he was putting on another skin, another person.
The reason that he spent all that time as Jessie was because they had
one gig after another. They mostly traveled between gigs and while in
the hotels Jesse was forced to remain Jessie or risk being exposed. At
the end of the second week Jesse got a big shock.
"Jessie, would you like to go to dinner with me?" John asked.
At first Jesse thought he was pulling a prank on him. He was about to
remind John of the two conditions when he saw the look in John's eyes.
John was completely sincere and had a sort of love-struck look in his
eyes.
"John, what are you thinking? You seriously want to date me? I'm still
male under all this, don't ever forget that!"
John looked confused for a moment and then starts to blush furiously.
"How could I ever have forgotten that? What was I thinking? I'm sorry
Jesse; you've been so convincingly female the last few weeks that I
completely forgot you were ever male. I don't understand this, but it
completely slipped my mind."
At that moment Vicky walked in. "Girl, have I got news for you. Oh, hi
John, did you ask her yet? Anyway it's good you are here as well. I
just heard that "just after midnight" hit the charts like a storm, and
we are now at the top!"
"Vicky! Not you too, don't you remember that... sorry, what did you
say?!? Charts?!? At the top?!? That's fantastic!" Jesse exclaimed,
completely forgetting was he was starting to say.
"Yeah, and that's not all!" Vicky continued, "We've been elected to do
a life performance, which will be broadcasted in over 90 countries!
We're going to be world famous!"
Totally lost in the excitement of the news Jesse forgets the memory
lapses his friends seemed to suffer concerning his real gender.
---
It finally was the big night. They where all set on stage and ready to
go. The announcer on the other side of the curtain called out, "And
here they are, the newest sensation on rock and metal music! They have
risen to the top of almost every music chart in the world within two
weeks! Ladies and gentlemen, give a big hand to Jessie and her Steel
Angels!!!!"
Although the band couldn't see it yet, the crowd went wild. Slowly the
curtains opened and the roar coming from the public became almost
deafening. Then, as Eric and Vicky start to play the first notes the
roar lessens and finally quiets down altogether.
As John kicks in with his first Solo the crowd goes wild again,
cheering and whistling. John plays a rather happy theme, very fast.
Jesse backs him up with the violin but remains on the background. He
looks into the audience, and sees the first few rows of spectators
filled with love-struck teenagers. Jesse starts the first verse:
'Let's go to the club down on Mortimer Street,'
He said when she wanted to dance.
'I have this friend there I'd like you to meet'
He lied, hoping this was his chance.
John whips up the tempo even more in the interlude, closely followed by
Eric. Jesse still remains in background. Then in time for the refrain,
John and Eric slow down, and Jesse's violin takes over the lead, a
wailing melody to accompany the refrain.
Just after midnight,
The party is dying.
In moon's silver light,
She's sitting there crying.
Once again John takes over the lead. The theme he plays is still the
same as before, but there are some variations here and there to
indicate a loss of control. Then, while John is still doing his piece,
Jesse starts to notice something is going on with his body. His skin
tingles and seems to soften. He gets his attention back to the song
just in time to sing the next verse.
Drink after drink he forced down her neck,
Until she could no longer stand,
Then leaving her someplace in the club at the back
He went for another girl's hand.
John here continues to follow the boyfriend with a renewal of the happy
fast tune he played earlier, while Jesse's violin kicks in once more,
playing a slow lament. Jesse's mind was still half on her body. It felt
like some of the padding had disappeared, but when he looked he still
fitted the dress perfectly.
Just after midnight,
The party is dying.
In moon's silver light,
She still sits there crying.
John's happy tune fades out as Jesse's violin begins to pick up speed.
With the speed comes a theme filled with rage and anger. The remainder
of John's guitar play looses the happiness and starts sounding more
surprised. Jesse's face started tingling now and he could almost feel
his features shift around.
Sobering enough to see her boy cheating,
She tried in vain to stand up.
She tripped and fell down; her head took a beating,
Her life was lost, there in the club.
Jesse, who still had the violin leading the melody, shifted the anger
to mourning. John's guitar was almost completely silent now, and the
backup came primarily from Eric's drum and Vicky's bass. Meanwhile
Jesse was still under the spell of her body, for now his bones seemed
to shift around.
Just after midnight,
The party is dying.
In moon's silver light,
Forever she's crying.
John picked up pace again until he matches the violin note by note.
Together they played a mourning duet on a young life lost. Vicky plays
the party theme on the background, softly, as if life far away was
still continuing. Jesse looks down for a second to see his breast
padding had disappeared only to be replaced by real breasts.
Still haunting those grounds, a lost lonesome teen,
Betrayed by a cheating boyfriend,
And just after midnight her form can be seen,
Weeping each night without end.
At the end of the song Jessie got her solo. Her bow danced upon the
strings as she put everything into her play. Upon the first few rows
tear striped faces could be seen, and Jessie's own tears where rolling
down her cheeks as well. For the tugging feeling of her manhood folded
between her legs had disappeared. She was now fully a woman.
The ruckus the crowd made earlier when they where announced seemed like
nothing at the applause they received now. After a while they quieted
down as Jessie mentioned she wanted to say something. She took a few
steps forward and said:
"Thank you all! It has been a great honor to play for you all tonight!
And thanks for believing in us, without your belief I would never have
been here. We would never have been here! Thank you all!"
The audience once more brought down the house while the curtains slowly
closed.
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