Swapped with the Pop Star
A Gender Transformation Story
Nina Nocturne
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This short story is a work of fiction, and all characters, names, and places are imaginary or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Swapped with the Pop Star
Everyone kept telling me that it was a huge deal to play in Kendra Kadence’s backing band, but I didn’t see it. What was so awesome about having to spend every day and night with one of the most inflated egos in the music business?
Kendra was beautiful, and a good singer, but she was notorious for treating her team like crap. The pay wasn’t worth the pain of dealing with her diva meltdowns.
Rehearsal was about to end, and as usual, Kendra had found a reason to make us work later.
“Guys, I thought I said this breakdown had to be perfect! The show’s tomorrow night!” she snapped, spinning around on the stage and facing the musicians. In her latex ensemble, the busty brunette looked smoking hot. The only thing missing from her dominatrix ensemble was a whip she could crack to get us all on the same page faster.
“Sorry,” the other guys muttered, hanging their heads in shame.
I was the only one who had the guts to say something.
“Come on, Kendra,” I said, putting my guitar down. “We played it exactly the way you told us to. And now you want something different?”
Kendra fixed her dark eyes on me and took a few slow, measured steps in my direction. It was a wonder that she didn’t fall over in those insanely high platform heels.
“Paul, you’re on my payroll, so you’d better listen to me,” she said, staring me down. “Maybe if you weren’t spending so much time staring at my ass, you wouldn’t be having so many problems with that run in the middle of the song.”
With those words, she returned to the microphone and snapped her fingers. The rest of the guys laughed at me. I was furious.
“Well, maybe if you didn’t wear a thong onstage, I wouldn’t stare at your ass!” I shouted.
Kendra ignored me, counting down until the drummer started playing. As if in response to what I’d said, she began to gyrate on the stage, swinging her sexy hips and shaking her ass. If Kendra wasn’t so hot, the other guys definitely wouldn’t have put up with her antics for so long.
By the time rehearsal ended, Kendra seemed to have forgotten all about our little dispute. She told us all we’d done a great job and that we’d see her tomorrow. Then, as usual, she disappeared, probably heading back to her luxury hotel suite for the night.
“I think we were all staring at her ass,” Jake, the drummer said, nudging me and winking. “Her outfits keep getting hotter and hotter.”
“I guess that’s what happens when sales go down. All she can do is dress like a stripper and grind on the microphone like it’s a pole,” I muttered.
“It’s the only thing I look forward to these days,” Jake sighed.
“You really like her, don’t you?” I asked incredulously.
“What can I say? Every man in America wants Kendra Kadence…and I get to sit behind her every day while we’re on tour. I’m living the dream,” Jake said.
Jake was pathetic. He was a pretty good-looking guy, and he could get any regular chick he wanted. But for some reason, he was hung up on Kendra. She knew how to turn up the charm when she wanted a good performance out of him, and then as soon as he got up the nerve to ask her out for a drink, she would shoot him down.
“What is it you like about her, anyway? Is it because she tells you what to do? You want her to walk all over you in those heels?” I asked.
“Shut up, Paul,” he said, glaring at me.
After putting our gear away, we stepped outside. It took me a minute to adjust to the darkness. It was already extremely late.
“You going back to the hotel?” Jake asked, yawning.
“A little later, man. I think I just need to clear my mind.”
I strolled through the parking lot, staring at the night sky. Stars shimmered up above.
“See you later!” Jake called out, waving as he got into his car.
“See you, dude.”
I began to wonder if I was jealous of Kendra. She really seemed to have it all: the adoration of the public, all the money in the world, and the power to do whatever she wanted, whatever she wanted. But then why did she act so bitchy and miserable all the time?
Then it hit me. In spite of her provocative wardrobe and suggestive song lyrics, Kendra wasn’t getting laid. Maybe her ice queen act repelled any men she deemed successful enough to date. Maybe she looked down on the poor saps like Jake who blindly lusted after her.
I had to admit, Kendra was a pretty complex pop star. My life as a member of her touring band would be way easier if she wasn’t such a bitch, though.
At that moment, a shooting star streaked across the sky. I gasped in awe as it passed overhead. I’d never seen a comet that looked like that.
“All right,” I said out loud. “I guess I should make a wish. I wish…that Kendra would get laid! Shit…I’d do whatever it takes to make that happen. Even if it means sleeping with her myself! Or…pretending to be her or something.”
And just like that, the shooting star had vanished along the horizon. I headed to my car, ready to spend another uneventful night in my dingy hotel room.
I started to feel weird on the drive home, like there was a lump in my throat. By the time I got to the hotel, I was sweating profusely. I skipped room service and went straight to bed.
A few floors up, Kendra was sleeping in the nicest room in the whole hotel. I imagined her wearing a slinky little nightgown and a silk eye mask. As I lay in bed, I could practically feel that mask over my eyes and the silky fabric of the nightgown clinging to my skin.
I wondered what had compelled to me to waste my wish on Kendra. And why couldn’t I have finished making my wish when I suggested that I, Paul, sleep with Kendra? Whatever. It was too late to go back. Besides…wishes on stars never came true. Right?
My eyes fluttered open, but all I saw was darkness. I frantically sat up, reaching my arms out and flailing around. Where was my phone?
I realized that something was covering my eyes. I yanked the eye mask off and sat there, breathing heavily. Where was I? And why were my eyes covered?
I examined the luxurious room, with its elegant decorations and light streaming in through the huge windows. I was on a huge king-sized bed. Next to me was a phone covered in a glittery rose gold case. I glanced at it and saw that I had five missed calls and ten texts.
This had to be a dream. None of it felt real. Why were my fingernails long and sparkly? Why were my hands so petite and soft? And why were my arms smooth and tan and slender?
I let out a little whimper of confusion as I tugged at the white nightgown covering my body. Well, it wasn’t my body…but somehow, I was inside it.
Had I been turned into a woman?!
“Oh, my God,” I sighed, my voice sweet and feminine. “What the fuck is going on?”
I pressed my hands against my chest and felt the soft, round curves of breasts. I let my trembling fingertips slide down over my torso and my soft tummy. Holy fuck. I had the body of a woman now.
“No. I can’t be…her,” I breathed as
the truth dawned on me.
I picked up her phone for confirmation. The first text said, “Hey, Kendra! Miss u girl!”
I let out an ear-piercing scream. What was I doing in Kendra’s hotel room, in her body? This couldn’t be happening.
“Why am I here?” I said aloud, voice quavering. “I wished for Kendra to get laid. And now this happens?”
I glanced at the time. Fortunately, it was still early in the day. I didn’t have to squeeze myself into a latex outfit and head to the venue just yet. There was still time to figure this shit out.
But it was already ten o’clock. Right now, I — Paul — was supposed to be meeting with the other guys in the hotel lobby to start our morning practice. How could I be there if I was here, in Kendra’s hotel room, wearing her teeny-tiny nightgown and lounging on her bed?
“Calm down,” I muttered to myself. “Just relax.”
My heart pounded in my chest, and for the first time, I took a good look at myself up close. Kendra’s ripe breasts strained against the silk nightgown, hard nipples visible through the translucent fabric. The garment barely covered my sexy, tan thighs. I realized, as I rubbed my legs together, that I didn’t have any underwear on.
Fingers shaking, I lifted the nightgown and saw Kendra’s pussy. Men across the world would have killed to be me right now. I had access to one of the biggest pop singer’s pussies. It was, to be honest, pretty damn hot. I gently stroked my inner thighs, cautiously moving closer and closer to the danger zone.
If Kendra wasn’t getting laid, it wasn’t due to a lack of desire. A few soft strokes with my delicate fingertips and I started getting wet.
“Oh…wow…” I breathed, rubbing my clitoris and watching my pussy get engorged as I stimulated myself. No wonder Kendra didn’t wear panties to bed. She probably rubbed one out as soon as she woke up every morning.
I was still playing with myself when the phone began to rang. Instead of stopping, I simply picked it up with my other hand.
“What is it?” I asked impatiently, expertly mimicking Kendra’s usual tone of voice.
“Kendra, it’s Jake. We have no idea where Paul is, and he’s not answering his phone.”
“Ugh!” I cried, pulling my fingers out of my pussy and clamping my legs shut.
I could practically hear Jake hyperventilating on the other end of the line. “I’m sorry to disturb you, K-Kendra, I just…”
“Don’t be sorry,” I said, my voice falling to a gentle purr. “You guys can start a little later.”
“Wow. Really? You’re the best, Kendra!” Jake cried, relieved that I wasn’t mad at him.
“You know what? Why don’t you come up here, Jake?” I said, folding my legs and examining my painted toenails.
He said nothing for a good five seconds. “Uh…really? But you never invite us to your room.”
“I don’t want all of you up here. Just you, Jake. Bring me a coffee and be here in fifteen minutes, okay?”
My lips moved faster than my brain. What was I doing? Kendra probably had a busy day ahead of her, but I was so turned on right now, all I could think of was satisfying my physical needs.
“S-Sure. Whatever you want! I’ll be up soon.”
I ended the call and leaped to my feet. In the corner was a suitcase filled with Kendra’s gorgeous, revealing stage costumes. I wanted to look hot for Jake. I didn’t want him to regret joining me this morning.
Wait…what was I thinking? Was I really about to sleep with a dude?
Examining my beautiful face in the bathroom mirror, I decided that I had been put inside Kendra’s body to change her for the better. I had to go with the flow, even if it ran counter to all of my normal instincts.
Soon, the cute drummer would be up here in my hotel room. I was about to rock this guy’s world. And maybe, if I was lucky, this would put Kendra in a better mood tonight for the show and return my brain to my rightful body.
There was only one way to find out.
“Come in,” I said, gesturing for Jake to cross the threshold.
“Here’s your coffee!” he cried, holding his arm out to hand me the cup.
“What, are you nervous?” I asked, pursing my lips. “I said, come in!”
I could sense Jake’s terror as he followed me into the hotel room. I hurriedly locked the door.
Kendra had never been so warm to him before. He must have thought this was a trap, or at the very least, a test of his obedience.
It must have been even more strange for him considering what I was wearing. This red tube top and sequined black miniskirt were reserved for a raunchy song that Kendra performed called “Use Me.” The only difference between my current outfit and her performance ensemble was my lack of underwear.
“Why are you wearing that?” he asked. “This isn’t a spontaneous rehearsal, is it? Because I can drum on the floor if you need me to!”
“Shh!” I said, pressing my finger against his lips. I towered over this tall man in my heels. Actually, I was starting to feel like a dominatrix. I was in total control of the situation. Red-lipped and smokey-eyed, I was sultry and seductive and in charge.
“Kendra, what am I doing here?” he sighed, frustrated. “The guys warned me not to come up here — you’ve never asked anyone to come to your hotel room, ever!”
“Jake, you can’t tell anyone what I’m about to say. Got it?”
He nodded eagerly. “Your secret’s safe with me!”
For a brief moment, I contemplated telling him the truth — that I was his bandmate Paul, and that I wanted to see if some hot sex could pull the metaphorical stick out of Kendra’s ass. But as Jake looked at me with those wide blue eyes, his mouth hanging open, I knew that admitting the truth would only lead to a million more questions.
“Listen, Jake…I haven’t gotten laid in ages. And I see the way you look at me when we’re on stage. Can we…fuck?”
I hoped I wasn’t doing it all wrong. I had never been in this position before. Did women initiate sex like this? Or would Jake burst out laughing at my request?
“I promise I won’t tell anyone,” he said.
“Is…that a yes?”
Jake smiled, tearing off his shirt. “It’s most definitely a yes, Kendra.”
Well, that was easier than I expected. I had an attractive, shirtless man in front of me, ready and willing to fuck me. But then he stood there, staring blankly at me.
“Um…so…” I said. “Did you want me to make the first move?”
Jake’s lower lip trembled slightly. “Could you? I’ve never been with anyone as hot as you, Kendra. I…I don’t want to disappoint you!”
Part of me was infuriated that Jake, even when given this insane opportunity, wouldn’t man up and show Kendra how badly he wanted her. But I knew that if I channeled my rage, I could make this a hot experience for both of us.
Without warning, I pushed Jake down onto the bed and kissed him with intensity and passion. Our tongues met, and for the first time, he dared to touch me, his hand resting on my bare lower back.
For a wimp, Jake wasn’t bad at kissing. I continued to make out with him, his tongue gently brushing against mine. To my disappointment, his hand didn’t wander under my skirt.
“Jake, you’re killing me!” I groaned, tearing off the tube top and watching my breasts jiggle right in front of face.
It was then that I knew that Jake was never going to be an alpha, “take charge” kind of guy. He was going to sit there passively. I must have been right about him: Kendra’s bossy, bitchy nature appealed to him.
Resigned to being the initiator, I jiggled my tits and moved closer so that they grazed his face. Then I pushed his head between my breasts and heard him moan softly.
“How often do you look at my tits when we’re performing together?” I asked.
I released his head from my cleavage. His face was bright red.
“To be honest…every time,” he admitted.
My lips curled into a smile. “You bad boy,”
I smirked. “Very unprofessional!”
I turned around, bending over and letting my sparkly skirt ride up to expose my bare buttocks. “And,” I said, peering over my shoulder, “how often do you stare at my ass?”
“Constantly,” he groaned.
I wiggled my butt, then lowered myself onto his lap. I could feel the bulge of his erect cock through his jeans.
“Do you get hard watching me dance around the stage in my slutty little costumes?” I said softly.
“Of course I do. We all do! It’s torture being in your backing band, Kendra,” Jake said with a gulp.
“I’ll bet it is.”
I let the skirt fall back down, covering my ass coyly as I turned to face him again.
“Pants off, please.”
Jake slowly undressed, gazing up at me lustfully. The moment I saw his huge cock, I felt a surge of excitement. I didn’t know what had gotten into me. As Paul, I had never craved cock before. Yet here I was, gaping at the sight of another man’s smooth, thick member. Would I be attracted to men from now on, or was it just a side effect of the magic spell that had locked me in this voluptuous woman’s body?
“Very nice,” I purred, looking him up and down.
I hopped onto his lap, grinding my bare pussy against his thigh to tease him. I could feel wetness oozing out of me.
“I had no idea you were so well-endowed,” I murmured, brushing my fingers through his hair. “You should act more confident, Jake. You’re a good-looking man. Nice muscles, too.”
I rested my hands on his broad shoulders and kissed his lips again. Just as he was relaxing into the kiss, I pulled away and pushed him down so that he was lying on the bed.
I bent over, showing off my big ass and tight pussy as I took off my absurdly high heels. As badly as I wanted to test his limits by grinding my stiletto heel against his hard abs, I thought better of it. Jake was skittish, and I had no idea if he wanted the dominatrix experience from his boss. I didn’t want to scare him away without getting what I really wanted from him.
“Can I?…” he murmured, beginning a question and then trailing off.
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