Girls in the Band

by Janey Lee McGui

  

Chapter 1

My name is Jeff and I am an out of work musician. My last band broke up because of a fight between the drummer and the lead guitarist. Musicians are so egotistical, such prima donnas. I thought about getting a real job. The only things available these days seem to be minimum wage positions. "Would you like fries with that?" So I was looking through the local musicians rag to see if there were any bands that needed a guitarist or bassist. I could play either. I could sing too.

One ad caught my attention. A newly formed Classic Rock band needed a bassist. The ad said playing guitar and singing a plus. I fit that description well, so I copied down the number. The only concern being that they are new. That would mean not as many gigs right away and less money for each gig until the band was established. I decided to call anyway. Anything was better than wearing a paper hat at a burger joint.

When I called the number, at first I thought a woman answered, then, the person on the other end said his name was John. I figured it must be the singer. He will be able to hit that high notes at least. He had to be a high tenor.

"Hi, my name is Jeff and I was wondering if the position with the band still available?" I asked.

"Yes it is. We have a keyboardist, drummer and guitarist. Still need a bassist. What kind of experience do you have?"

"I have been playing for about 15 years, the last 7 professionally." I answered.

"What kind of music do you like?" John asked.

"I like anything, but I prefer a classic rock style, that is what my last band played".

"What kind of ax do you have?"

"I have an Ibanez Prestige Bass and a Gibson Les Paul Hollow Body 6 string. I can play either and I can sing too if needed." I answered.

"Sounds like you would work. If you want to try out, we practice Saturday at noon". He gave me directions to where we would be practicing, it was the drummers house, I told him I would be there and we hung up.

 

Chapter 2

Saturday came and I packed up my guitars and amps and headed for the tryout. I just hoped this band wouldn't have the same problems as the last one. I had some bills to pay. I found the place with no trouble. It was kind of an old house in a run down neighborhood. At least he had his own home. I could barely afford my apartment. There were already three other cars parked in the driveway. I decided to knock on the door before unloading everything. Just wanted to make sure I was in the right place. A skinny guy with long hair answered the door. I recognized the high pitched voice as that of John.

"You made it." He greeted me.

"Yup, I will go get my equipment if you can hold the door for me"

It took five trips to haul everything in. Once everything was in, John, who was the keyboardist, introduced me to Robert, the guitarist and Sam, the drummer. They all had long hair. I had shoulder length hair, but theirs was all a good foot longer than mine. I noticed that John was quite feminine. I guessed he was probably gay. It didn't bother me, in this business one has to be accepting of all lifestyles. I had been accused of being gay a few times too because I had some mannerisms that were a little feminine.

Robert was blonde and quite skinny. He was about 5'10" and it looked like a strong wind would blow him away. He had very little, if any facial hair. He was very fair skinned. Seemed like a nice enough person. He was very mild mannered and laid back.

Sam was a brunette although even with the darker hair he didn't seem to have much facial hair either. He looked like he was barely old enough to drive. He too was quite skinny and only about 5 ½ ft tall.

John was a blonde like Robert was. He was shorted though, about the same height as Sam.

I am a brunette, 5'11" tall. I figured I was quite a bit heavier than they were. I was in good physical condition though. I worked out every day. There wasn't any fat on me. I was quite a bit more muscular than the others though.

Finally we got down to playing. We started with "Hit me with your best shot" by Pat Benetar. I was right about John being the singer. He could really hit the high notes. After we had played a few songs they asked if I wanted to sing one. Robert and I switched positions, I picked up my guitar and Robert picked up his base. They wanted to do "Lola" by the Kinks. It was a lower song and John couldn't hit those low notes.

I had always loved this song. Something about it always stirred my imagination. Not that I was gay. I wasn't gay. I also didn't want to be with a transvestite like Lola. Not that there was anything wrong with that. But I was a real man. Yes, I used to sneak into my mothers room when I was home alone and try on her things. I had also been picked on a lot in school. Kids always called me a sissy. That is why I worked out so much. I wasn't a sissy. I was a real man.

I sang the song well and they had me sing a few others. After a few hours of playing, we had gone through about 20 songs. They decided I would work out well and we scheduled another practice for the following weekend. After that we would start playing real gigs. They already had one lined up for two weeks from now, which was good because I really needed the money.

They gave me a list of all the songs they did and gave me some music and a CD of a few originals that they also wanted me to learn. I took these, packed up my equipment and headed home.

The following week we played all the songs we had done the week before plus another 20 songs including the originals. We had a gig scheduled for the following Friday night and another for Saturday night. They said I would get $150 for each gig. Pretty good pay for a new band. We also scheduled a practice for mid-week.

"The gig is at a bar called Crickets" John told me. I wasn't familiar with that bar.

"I've never been there, where is it?" I queried. John told me where it was. I knew the area of town. It was the gay district. That didn't bother me though. The money was too good to pass up.

"See you there about 6:00 to set up. That will give us a couple hours to get everything set" John instructed me.

 

Chapter 3

I was there at 6:00 sharp. I parked by the back doors like John had said. There were three big muscular guys hauling musical equipment.

"You must be Jeff, we are the roadies" one said to me. "Give me your keys and I will unload you equipment and get it set up for you. Then I will park your car."

Wow, I thought, I've never had a roadie before. This was nice. Maybe this gig wouldn't be so bad after all. I handed him my keys with a big smile.

"You go in and ask for Brad. He will take you to the dressing room" he told me. This confused me. I had always just worn the jeans and t-shirt that I had on. Didn't know I need to wear a uniform. It had better not be too gay I thought to myself.

I got inside and there were a couple more rather muscular guys standing there. At least this will be a safe place with bouncers this large. I looked at them, envious of their size. The irony that I had worked all my life to get as muscular as possible to prove I wasn't gay occurred to me. And now I was standing beside some gay men that were way more muscular than any straight men I knew.

"I'm looking for Brad. I'm with the band" I told them.

"I'm Brad" one of them smiled at me. "Come with me, I'll show you to the dressing room. Jessica has picked out some rather nice clothes for you."

Ok, this was getting stranger. Who was Jessica and how did she know my size. I was beginning to worry that maybe this wasn't worth the money.

He led me down some stairs. The basement had curtains hanging down the middle of it, making a long curtained hallway. Brad led me to the end and through the curtain. Inside was what looked like a barbers chair and shelves filled with what I though was makeup. A rack of women's clothes was on one side of the curtained room.

I could hear women's voices coming from inside some of the other curtains. One voice I recognized wasn't a women's. It was John's voice. This made me feel more at ease.

"Danielle will be right in to work on your makeup and help you get dressed" and with that, Brad left me alone. I sat there thinking "what have I gotten myself into?"

Just then a rather large lady, at least I thought it was a lady at first, came through the curtain. I quickly realized it was a transvestite. "Lola" ran through my head and I snickered a little.

"Hi, I'm Danielle" she said in a dark brown voice, which made me snicker some more. "Let's see, before we do your makeup, lets figure out what you are going to wear."

With that she pulled up my shirt. "Nice flat stomach, I think with your color, you would look good in red. Let's go with a red halter and a black mini. Hmmm, fishnets and some calf boots. We will go with low heels since I've heard you are pretty new to heels. Have you come up with a girl name yet?"

"What are you talking about? I am with the band. I'm not a Drag Queen" I said with disbelief.

"It's a drag band. You have to dress up or you will look out of place silly girl."

Just then another girl came through the curtain. She was beautiful. "Jeff, you have to dress up, that is what we do in this band. It is a t-girl band." I recognized the voice as John's.

"I didn't agree to this John. I am out of here."

"Jessica" she replied.

"What"?

"Jessica, my name is Jessica".

I just looked at her in disbelief and walked out the curtain. No way was I dressing up like a girl. In the hallway two of those rather muscular guys were blocking my way. They each grabbed an arm and hauled me back into my dressing room.

Jessica looked at me and smiled, "See, you have no choice. These two are going to be standing right outside. You can either cooperate, or you can be in a lot of pain."

I looked around. There was no escape. I just sighed. "OK".

Jessica smiled and returned to her dressing room. The big burly dudes went outside the curtain. I could see their feet though at the bottom of the curtain.

"OK, back to work" Danielle piped in. "First you have to undress." I did as instructed. She took my clothes and passed them out to the big guys. Now there was no escape.

"First thing we need to do is hide your tools. Here, put this on. It's a gaff." It looked more like a torture device. I started pulling it on. She reached between my legs and started stuffing my balls up into my body. Then she took my dick and pulled it back between my legs. She held everything in place while I finished pulling up the gaff.

"Well, at least you look like a girl in the most important area now. Now put these panties on." She handed me some skimpy black panties. I obeyed.

"Sit down in the chair" she commanded. I again obeyed. She pulled out a towel that was soaked with hot water. "This isn't how you will normally shave, but it will have to do for tonight." With that she wrapped each leg in a towel. She let it sit for a few minutes then unwrapped the lower half of my right leg and proceeded to cover it with warm shaving cream. Then she carefully shaved that part of my leg. After that she did the upper part of my leg and then the other leg.

That was a strange sensation. My legs felt so sensitive. I could feel the slightest air currents. I liked it.

"You are lucky, we won't need to shave your chest, since you have no hair there. Raise up your arms, we need to shave your armpits." Again I did as I was told.

Next she got out a bra. I raised my arms so she could help me put it on. After fastening it, she went over to her cabinet and pulled out a box.

Danielle opened it and pulled out a couple pink squishy things. Silicone breasts. She placed one in each bra cup. "Your figure is sure looking better."

After this she handed me a black garter belt and some fishnets. "Here put these on."

I looked at the garter belt "which end is the front?" She laughed at me and showed me. It took a little struggle to get the fishnets on. Next came the mini skirt and a pair of black calf boots. They only had a 2 inch heel. It was a big wide heel too. At least I could walk in these.

Next she helped me put on the red halter. She tied it in the back. "In the future we can work on getting you some cleavage. Then you can wear some real sexy outfits. Although you look quite sexy as it is." There were no mirrors in the room, so I had to take her word for it.

Now that I was dressed, it was time for the makeup. Another girl came in and introduced herself as Shannon. I couldn't tell if she was a real girl or a t-girl. She was going to do my nails. I couldn't get long ones though as they would interfere with my playing.

I sat in the chair and let Danielle and Shannon do their work. I was kind of enjoying the pampering. This wasn't so bad. Having two pretty girls giving me all this attention. Wait, what was I thinking. I knew Danielle wasn't a real girl and wasn't sure about Shannon. I was getting so confused. It seemed like forever, yet it also seemed like no time at all had passed. Finally they were done. Danielle then spent about 15 minutes styling my hair.

"Ok, you can get out of the chair now" she said. I stood up. "Look over here" she told me. I looked where she indicated and she opened a curtain. Behind it there was a beautiful girl. NO, IT WAS A MIRROR. That girl was me.

"What are you going to call yourself?" she asked. At that moment an Aerosmith song was running through my head. "Dude look like a Lady". Then another song by Aerosmith came to mind. "Janie's got a gun".

"Janey" I told her. I would spell it a little different, but that would be my name.

"Hi Janey" it was Jessica. She came in with two other girls. "This is Roberta and this is Samantha. Are you ready to go blow the roof off this place." She said with a grin.

"Let's do it." And with that, I started a new career.

 

Chapter 4

When we got to the stage, my heart was in my throat. In the short walk from the dressing room, the nerves hit me. My knees were shaking, my heart beating. I could barely walk. The girls had to help me get up on stage.

There was already quite a crowd. I heard a few catcalls. They had to be for the other girls. I wouldn't have guessed any of them were guys. And they weren't, they were girls and now I was too.

The equipment was already set up. We moved things around a little to get it how we wanted. We tested that all of the amps had power. We tuned our guitars. Then we did a sound check. We made sure all of the mics worked. Finally we played a little bit of one of the songs so the sound guy could get us mixed properly.

Once we were completed I heard my name being called. "Janey, psst. Janey." It was Brad from the edge of the stage. "I just wanted to tell you how beautiful you are. Here I got you a drink to calm your nerves."

"Thank you." I said. Then I don't know what came over me. I bent down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. The kiss left a pretty lipstick mark. He looked up at me and gave me a big smile. Good thing I had all of this makeup on. I was blushing bright red underneath it.

I took the drink and had a sip from the straw. It tasted very tropical. It was quite strong too. That was good, I would probably need to get drunk to make it through this night.

"Janey, come on" Roberta was calling me. She led me backstage where we all checked our makeup one more time. My lipstick was a little smeared. Roberta helped me fix it.

"Okay, is everybody ready?" Jessica asked. "Janey, when do you want to sing your songs?"

"Not in the first set. I need to get used to this first" I answered.

"Let's do it" Samantha yelled and we headed for the stage.

 

Chapter 5

We all rushed back on stage. The crowd roared. We were finally ready to start our show. I took another sip from my drink to steady my nerves. I then grabbed my bass guitar. We started with all up tempo rock songs. We wanted to get the crowd into it right away.

It seemed to be working. They were cheering wildly. There must have been at least a hundred people in the crowd. Guys and girls and t-girls and t-guys were all lining the stage holding up dollar bills and screaming. Whenever we could, during songs and between songs, we would collect the money, squeeze the persons hand or give them a peck. We put the money into a huge tip jar by the drummer.

We played and played. I felt like I was on top of the world. I was high on life, and whatever that drink was that Brad had got for me. Every time I finished one, Brad was right there with another. I also noticed he stayed on my side of the stage so that every time he gave a tip I would be the one to collect it. I even gave him another peck on the cheek. He hadn't removed the last lipstick mark I had left. I giggled and said thank you as he passed me the dollar bill.

Finally the first set ended. We went backstage. I was sweating, my heart and ears were pounding. I was pumped so high I didn't know if my feet were actually touching the ground.

Backstage, Danielle and some other girls were there. They helped us change into new outfits and fix our makeup. This time I had on a black corset and a silver mini skirt. After a 15 minute break we were ready to head back on stage. This time I would be singing the first few songs.

After we got back on stage, Jessica grabbed her microphone. "Are you ready to Rock some more?" The crowd roared. "What, I can't hear you!" The crowd roared even louder. "I would like to introduce the band." She started. "I, of course, am Jessica and on drums we have the beautiful Samantha." The crowd roared again. "On guitar and bass we have the very blonde Roberta." Another roar from the crowd. "If you want to talk to her, please use small words." A big roar from the crowd. "And lastly, our newest member, on guitar, bass and now she is going to sing a few songs for you, the magnificent Janey." The biggest roar of all went up.

I sang a bunch of songs. I started with "Lola", then sang "Feel Like Makin Love" by bad company, "White Wedding" and "Rebel Yell" by Billy Idol, "I'm on Fire" by Bruce Springsteen. Roberta and I switched back after that. We then did five more songs before the second set ended.

Back stage we again changed clothes and had our makeup fixed. This time I wore a silver sequined very tight dress. A cincher underneath gave me a nice figure. I also changed into silver heels. This was a bad move because I almost tripped a number of times during the third set. Otherwise the third set went off well.

I was worn out by the end. So were Jessica, Roberta and Samantha. We got back stage and collapsed. We weren't done though. We got called out for two encores.

Finally we were able to collapse backstage for good. Danielle had brought my boy clothes back. She also had my girl clothes and makeup packed up in a nice suitcase.

 

Chapter 6

"These are yours to keep." Jessica began "For tomorrow's gig you will get $200 like the rest of us. We deducted for the clothes. We will also divide the tips evenly. I will take the money to the bank to get it counted out properly, then give you your share tomorrow."

"Now that you know what we are about, the rest of us will be dressed in our usual gender, that of female, not only at gigs, but also for practices. The three of us actually live 24/7 as women. You can put on your male clothes now or there are more casual girl clothes in your suitcase if you want" The three of them were changing into women's jeans and casual tops. I decided to go that route too since my face was fixed up. I put my boy clothes into my suitcase and pulled out a pair of women's jeans and a pink blouse. I also donned a pair of low heeled ankle boots.

"So, how did you know I would go along with this?" I asked.

"We were reading you each time we got together." Roberta explained "At first we were going to just have you dressed as a boy. Then we determined by your reactions to things we said and did that you might be willing to dress." Roberta continued "So we set this up. The bouncers wouldn't have actually hurt you if you had protested too much. They were just there to give you a reason to follow your own desires. One of my favorite things in life is seeing the birth of a true self from one that has lived a lie their whole life."

"Are the three of you gay?" I knew it was a dumb question. My own feelings were confusing me and I wanted to understand my feelings more. I thought by understanding my three band mates I might understand myself better.

"Roberta has a boyfriend, I haven't found the right man yet." Jessica replied "I am looking for a man though. Samantha likes to play the field. She swings both ways."

"Speaking of which" began Samantha "I want to get out there so I can possibly get lucky tonight." She peaked out the stage door. "Your boyfriend is waiting out there. Your boyfriend is too Roberta. I think Brad likes you Janey." She had a big devilish grin on her face.

We exited the backstage area. Sure enough, Brad was there waiting. Roberta's boyfriend, Dan, was there too. Brad came up and offered to carry my suitcase for me. I let him. There were a couple groups of guys vying for Samantha and Jessica's attention.

"Usually we go to the family restaurant down the street and unwind after a performance." Roberta told me. "Have some French fries and Pepsi, just relax and chat. You want to come?"

"Sure" I replied.

"I'll drive you" Brad offered "you look a little tipsy."

We got to the restaurant, eight of us including the guys that Jessica and Samantha had picked out. We took a big booth, Brad sitting right beside me. He took my hand and gave me a peck on the cheek. I blushed again under the makeup and my body tingled. I have a boyfriend I thought to myself. Wait, I'm not gay, I can't have a boyfriend. I was so confused.

We finished a large plate of fries and a couple pitchers of Pepsi. Brad held my hand the entire time. When it was finally time to go, Brad offered to drive me home. "You still look a little tipsy." I knew it was an excuse, I was sober by now. I let him drive me home anyway. Once there he hauled all my guitars and equipment into my apartment for me.

Once he was done, he took me in his arms and kissed me on the lips. I closed my eyes and gave in to the sensation. It felt so right. I felt so week and feminine. He was my powerful boyfriend. I was small in his arms.

"How are you going to get home? You drove my car here." I asked once we broke the kiss.

"I'll walk." He replied.

"You can sleep on my couch. I'll drive you home in the morning." I told him.

What happened next will have to wait for another story. ;-)

  

  

  

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