Becoming a woman just to hit higher notes (TG-Queen request)

Whomst's monthly reward December 2023

The Changelings. A popular metal band owned by a record label called SteelRebellion. Over the past ten years, they’ve risen in popularity, becoming world renown. Of course, they’ve gained a ton of new members and lost just as much.

Since the band was owned by the label, they made all the decisions. So one day you could be the lead singer, and the next you could be booted out and replaced by the backup, all because you did one thing the label was unhappy with.

That’s how Jett Lonas came to be the band's lead singer. He was eighteen at the time and the backup for Dave Malow. One day Jett was preparing for practice before the rest of the band arrived, and one of the executives was listening in on him.

The executive loved how he sounded and made him the lead singer right away. This of course pissed Dave off and he got himself fired. Jett originally felt bad about the situation, but nearly five years later he was glad it happened.

He was loved by tons of people, had a ton of money, and even developed a signature look and persona. He was known as Dark Flame, due to his red hair and the because of how deep he could sing.

He also sported a low-cut leather jacket with nothing underneath it, ripped jeans, and long black boots that went up to his knees. Overall he felt cool and was the center of the label, that was until things changed.

The label was sold, and the new team of executives wanted to change from metal to softer rock. That didn't really fit with Jett‘s theme or singing ability, so he was slowly being fazed out of his lead role.

The biggest reason was that his voice wasn’t soft or high-pitched, so he couldn’t hit high notes very well. Alice his backup did have a soft voice, so three out of four new songs provided by the label were made with her in mind as the lead singer.

Jett didn’t want to lose his fame, but he already knew there was no convening the executives to change their minds on the change, so his only choice was to find some way to change his voice to match Alice or be even better than hers.

So Jett turned to one the one guy he’d relied on time after time to get him hard-to-find, or even illegal things. He told the guy what he needed and he seemed to have a solution. The man presented Jett with a syringe filled with pink liquid.

He told Jett that it would deftly solve his problem, but that it was also permitted. So once he used it on Jett there was no going back. Jett didn't really care, and he was willing to do it if that meant he got to be the lead singer again.

The man injected it into Jett’s arm and told him it would take a couple of hours to start taking effect, but when it started it would be quite painful for a few minutes, but it would work through that fairly quickly. Jett nodded and paid the man.

Jett then went back to the rehearsal studio, where he saw Alice practicing on stage. No one even noticed him enter, so he just went to his changing room pissed off. He got into his underwear and laid on his couch to take a nap.

He was woken up suddenly when his entire body began to heat up. He jumped up and tried to walk, but immediately fell over due to the pain. He began to roll back and forth in agony, with his body sweating rivers due to how hot it was.

He felt like he was dying, he thought maybe it was some type of reaction to the serum he was injected with, but the guy did say it would be quite painful. So maybe this was just the serum working to change his body to make his voice different.

He tried to yell out for help, each time he tried his voice would crack and sound slightly higher. After a few tries it sounded like a woman was calling out for help instead of a man. He was a bit confused but wasn’t able to focus on it with all the pain he was feeling.

The pain started to fade, and Jett was able to pick herself up and make her way to the makeup table. She caught her breath for a second and once the pain was fully gone she sat up to try out her new voice, unfortunately, what she saw in the mirror left her speechless.

A woman was looking at her in the mirror, one who had the same red hair color and haircut as her. Jett turned around to check behind her, but no one was there. She turned back to the mirror confused.

How was a woman in the reflection? Jett was a man, so there must be something wrong with the mirror, perhaps some sort of trick mirror. She thought it must be a trick, as she would know if she had breasts, never mind one those size.

Jokenly she pressed her hand on her chest to prove it and was sadly met with proof that the woman in the mirror was her. She fell backward, feeling as her new breasts flopped with her sudden motion.

She moved her head down and with her own eyes, she saw her breasts. She sat back up and looked over herself. Was this what the serum did? That guy failed to mention it would turn Jett into a woman, which sucked since it was permanent.

Jett was looking herself over trying to think about what to do now when one of the managers knocked on the door and told her to get out there for practice. Jett was still under a contract, so she had to go out, she just wasn't sure what to expect.

She went over to her clothes rack, and luckily she still had her outfit from when she started, and form before she had bulked up. Since it was smaller, it would fit quite well on her new smaller body, but there was one problem.,

She normally didn't wear a shirt, ad there was no way she was going out there with her new tits out. She wouldn't have anything she could cover herself up with her clothes, but luckily she had a secret stash.

Jett would sometimes take people to his room to have sex and sometimes was actually every night if she could have managed it. It didn’t matter if they were men or women, tall or short, skinny or chubby, Jett brought them in and fucked them.

Each time thought he would steal an article of clothing from them and keep it as a souvenir of sorts. So she dug around to see if she had anything, and not too surprisingly, she had a black sports bra that seemed would fit her.

It was perfect for her look. She threw it on and then got the rest of her outfit on. After that, she held the knob to her door. She had to prepare herself. She had to walk out of there with more confidence than anyone had ever seen, as she only had one chance to sell her new self to the label.

She flung the door open and made her way to the stage. No one had noticed her until she walked up and softly pushed Alice out of the way. Alice was mad and tried to ask who the hell she thought she was, but Jett just started singing.

Jett blew the executives out of the water. She was once again what the label wanted, and when they found out it was Jett and they already had her under contract they forgot all about replacing her with Alice.

The first concert was a bit worrying, Jett wasn’t sure how the fans would take it. Would they not like her because she was a woman now, or maybe because she’s not doing metal? Perhaps they’ll love her like they loved Alice.

After the first concert, the ruling came in. Social media was blowing up about the band and Jett’s transformation, and most of it was positive. Jett’s plan worked, she had secured her place on top once again.

So her life continued much like it had for the past five years. She’d perform on stage for thousands of fans, find one among them that caught her fancy, take them to her room, and have her fun with them.

With her new body, there were many new things for her to try sexually. Turns out she likes to be fucked more than she enjoyed fucking, and she enjoyed finding new creative ways to do so. She also still claimed a trophy from each of her encounters, never knowing when they might be useful.

Then when not doing that, she either spends her time practicing her vocals or partying her ass off. Overall life was pretty great, and it looked like it was going to stay that way for a while, and if it doesn’t she’s sure her dealer will have some sort of solution for her.

Just like she didn't regret taking over for Dave, she sure as hell doesn’t regret becoming a woman to keep her fame. So all she has to worry about is doing her best, looking sexy and badass, keeping the label happy, and finding out if the girl with the long pink hair in the second row is into girls.