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The Things I do for Metal

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Alex couldn't believe that Karen had talked him into this. Nothing short of the begging and pleading of his twin sister could have possibly gotten him into this position. Hell, he probably wouldn't have even done it for his half of what she'd normally make on this tour (which was substantial). Not even the studio knew he was doing this. Karen was going to get her check for it and cut him half of it. Fortunately with a quick hair cut and a rather thorough shave he'd found that he could still pass for an exact copy of his sister. Hell, even his voice was a perfect match if he didn't try to deepen it up.

He walked the entire way from his car to the tour bus with his piercing green eyes locked on the ground, blushing furiously. Thankfully his sister had allowed him to go in his own clothing, though she had made sure to pick out a pair of jeans that showed off his ass. Most women would have been jealous of the rear end on Alex. A slender finger gently twirled through his short blond hair as he knocked on the door to the bus. His sister's band mates were supposed to be waiting for him and he desperately wanted to get away from the prying eyes of the roadies.

Slung on his back was his Gibson flying V. He may have agreed to go on tour as his sister but come hell or high water he was keeping his own guitar. "Come on... open up..." He muttered under his breath, noticing how easily the feminine voice came to him once he stopped trying to make it sound more manly
 
Sharon opened the door. She was the bass player... and, typical of all bass players, was perpetually horny. It was no surprise she opened the door, and even less surprise when she leered at him and squeezed his ass as he passed. She was cute, with hair in a bob and lusty curves normally squeezed into something slutty.

Lidia, the vocalist, was slim, tall, and stern. Icy eyes watched him as he came in, and she always had some calculating look, as if she was plotting something. Her hair was long, pitch black, and always tied back severely. Her vocal range was startling, and not just while she was singing... her voice could turn from melted honey to the scream of a demon.

Belinda, the drummer... grungy, normally in some kind of tattered hoody and battered jeans. Despite the morose, moody look she was the nice one. She was normally moping over some guy that had used and dumped her. Today she was lurking in the corner, although she looked more cheerful than normal.

Finally, Lucy, on keyboards. She was the geek of the group... if was electronic, or scientific, or somehow cerebral, she was the unchallenged expert. Huge glasses and a tendency to rather frumpy clothes... to the perpetual annoyance of Sharon, their fashion expert... just added to the geek girl look.

Four pairs of pretty eyes weighed him up as he entered, a silent, almost predatory gaze. There was also, notably, a camera set up in the corner with the red recording light on.
 
Alex had met all of them previously so introductions wouldn't be necessary. Though last time he hadn't gotten his ass squeezed by Sharon. He gave a surprised squeak and backed away from her a bit after that. "The roadies were bad enough, don't tell me I'm going to have to worry about you too..." He said, though his eyes did wander a little, making it quite clear that he wouldn't have minded very much if it wasn't for the fact that he didn't like having his ass focused on. That's just how it went when you grew up with an ass just as nice as your sister's.

He set the guitar down and then looked around at the band. "It's nice to see you all again. My..." He almost said sister, but stopped when he saw the camera. "Brother wants you to know he says hi." He gave Lucy a little questioning look, knowing that if anyone had set up the camera it'd be her. What he didn't know was that they fully expected the camera to catch the fact that he wasn't actually Karen. Afterall, once they got down to the good parts there were just some things he couldn't hide.

"I've been practicing a lot for this. I helped right some of the songs so it's coming back to me pretty quickly." He told them. He was starting to seem a bit more confident now. Afterall, they knew he was really a guy at least now the people staring at his ass weren't entirely unwelcome to do so. He was fine with them starring at him, he just wasn't sure he liked where Sharon was focusing.
 
Lidia saw where his eyes went as he spoke, looking at the camera herself.
"Oh don't worry," she said, her voice in warm, encouraging tones mode. "That's mostly for us... memories of the road and stuff. You can talk normally. Your sister okay, with her wrist and all?"

She went on without really giving him a chance to answer, walking over to him with her heels clicking on the polished floor. She was in tight black jeans and a black tshirt with the band's logo on the front. It was a slightly butch look for the beautiful girl, and made her look more stern than normal.

"We need to see if you can fit into the stuff we got for her," she went on.
"Won't you change for us?"
 
Alex smiled when she told him that the tape was just for them. He really doubted that they'd show it to anyone at that point. How would their fans feel if that sexy guitarist turned out to be a guy? "Karen's doing just fine. She's kind of bummed out about not being able to make it but she's a lot happier knowing that people are going to think she's touring with you guys. Wouldn't want you getting too attached to some stand in guitarist." He said with a little laugh.

He looked into Lidia's icy eyes as she strode up to him, causing a deep blush to spread across the feminine boy's feature's. "Alright... I suppose I'm going to have to." He said before asking. "You do have somewhere for me to change, right?" He asked, looking back at some of the other girls for a moment as well as the camera.

"Also, Karen did ask you to get outfits that I could get away with wearing boxers with, right?" He asked. Karen had, of course, neglected to mention this to the band, not that they'd have listened if she had. Just think of what it'd do to the sexy guitarist's reputation if she took the stage in clothing that'd hide her figure. Besides, whatever they may have worn on their free time, most everything they wore on stage would be quite skimpy at the best of times and downright slutty at the worst.
 
Lidia giggled at his questions, reaching up with one hand to take hold of his chin, running her thumb over the corner of his mouth. It was an odd gesture, and startlingly dominant.
"You're such a sweet, pretty thing. Just like your sister. You're lucky, she's an amazing girl, and so beautiful."

She shook her head in bemusement, then turned on her heel and strode away. She headed towards a large bag, seemingly packed tight with clothes as she opened it and started pulling them out.
"We're going to be on the road together, Alex. You might as well get used to changing with the rest of us... we won't be able to afford to be picky about hiding from each other."

She flashed a smile over her shoulder as she continued.
"Don't worry though... it's nothing any of us haven't already seen, and we're professionals here, right?"
Belinda snorted in amusement and Lidia flashed her a dark look before continuing.
"As for the underwear... I'm sorry hon, but it's Karen. Her image is skimpy clothing and a flash of thong or something over the hip. You know what she looks like! Sharon will try and make you some underwear that works a bit better for you, but until then we need you to use what we have... please? For us, for the band?"
Her tones had never been more syrupy.
 
Alex shivered softly as she took hold of his chin and told him he was pretty. It wasn't the sort of thing that the others could see but she could feel him shiver. "I... thank you..." He said, blushing rather deeply now. He really didn't know what to say. He didn't really think he should like being called pretty but it seemed like a nice compliment, just not the kind he would normally have expected to get.

When she told him that they'd all be changing together he opened his mouth to suggest that he could probably find somewhere in the back of the bus. He then shut his mouth and bit his lip softly, trying very hard to avoid smiling. Lidia had just caused him to realize that this was a two way street, and there wasn't a girl on this bus he wouldn't have enjoyed seeing a bit more of.

Alex looked over at Belinda for a moment, but noticed the look from Lidia and brought his eyes back front and center. He gave a low sigh when told that he'd be wearing his sister's underwear. It wasn't really that unexpected but he still didn't want to do it. When Lidia asked him to do it for them he couldn't help but smile a bit. "You're lucky I like you girls." He told her softly as he looked over the clothing she was getting out. "Okay... but the camera turns off now." He said sternly. At no point did he consider that Lucy was, by far, smart enough to wire a camera so you could turn off the "recording" LED and still keep rolling.
 
Lucy was more than capable of doing precisely that, and she fussed over the camera... ostensibly checking the battery and taking out the tape, but in reality disconnecting the garish light and simply swapping the tape.

Lidia's look was a little flinty at the hint of confrontation in Alex's words, but she ignored it and continued to lay clothes out.
"You should probably stay in this stuff while we get packed and ready to go," she said as a casual aside. "It'll get you used to it, and we might have fans lurking around and watching. Camera's off, come on, get those things off. Belinda, please get Alex's stuff onto the bus. We don't want to leave it here by mistake."
 
Alex smiled when the light went off. "Thanks Lucy." He said, thinking that she had actually turned off the camera. There was no way they'd have gotten him to change into women's cloths when he actually thought that there was a camera recording him.

Alex looked over the cloths she'd laid out for him and sighed softly. He gave a soft nod, not really happy about it but knowing that there wasn't any other options open to him. "You don't have to do that Belinda. I'll..." His voice trailed off as she headed to get his stuff. With a slight shrug he turned back to the task at hand, removing his shirt and pants quickly. His boxers took a bit longer. Of course, he was blushing heavily at this point. Alex was quite a well endowed young man. Hell, he probably could have been in porn with what he was sporting. And it didn't help that he had a bit of a chubby going. Maybe it was the fact that he had an audience, maybe it was the way Lidia had talked to him earlier, or maybe... it might have been the fact that he was about to be dressing up as his sister.

He reached down and picked up the thong he was intended to wear, slipping it on slowly. When it reached his ass the strap slowly sank between his round ass cheeks, the sides rising up onto his hips before he released them. One look was enough to know that Alex could probably have a prosperous career modeling these things. He quickly reached for the skirt, wanting so badly to cover himself up.
 
Lidia was watching, as icy-cool as ever. Lucy, getting the frontal view, was blushing redly... but still ogling quite happily, and with a rather thoughtful look. The lusty whistle from behind him was of course Sharon again.
"Wow that's a good view," she crowed, her laughter stifled into suppressed snickers by another venomous look from Lidia. Belinda returned surprisingly quickly, in time to see the profile view of his member and his sensual, feminine ass... she looked distinctly thoughtful as well as she returned to her seat.

The skirt was tiny and shiny, clinging to his butt while somehow barely covering it at the back. It was matched with a cutoff tshirt, a padded bra that was already holding some kind of filling, thigh-high stockings and a pair of high heels that looked like they'd fit.
 
Alex couldn't help but smile a little when he noticed Lucy blushing. It felt nice to not be the only one blushing in this situation. Of course, the more they stared at him the more his manhood started to rise. Another good reason to get the thong on and then the skirt. He wasn't used to changing infront of an audience and wasn't quite sure why this was getting him so hard.

He looked back at Sharon and gave her a little glare. "Keep this up and I just might model a few more outfits for them after you're gone, of course." He told her, the last few words having an icy tone to them that might have suited Lidia better than him. Of course, he was really hoping none of the other girls decided to kick Sharon out and take him up on this.

He tried several times to adjust the skirt. "Isn't it supposed to cover more?" He whimpered. He already had it down far enough that you could see a fair share of the thong above the waist of the skirt. The shirt went on without as much complaint. Though he did play with his new breasts for a little while. He couldn't exactly tell if they were on right since he'd never had to deal with that sort of thing before. The stockings went on last. As for the heels... "Can't I at least have something with a flat sole to wear when we're not on stage? There's no way I'll be able to stand in these." He told them.
 
"Practice makes perfect," Lidia answered, standing back to eye the result. "The more you wear the heels, the more comfortable you'll be with them. If your sister can do it, then you can... Sharon, this isn't quite right. Give the new girl a hand, would you."
Lidia then seemed to disregard him, striding away to talk quietly to Lucy.

Sharon came over and started pulling at Alex's new clothes. She yanked on the skirt at first, standing behind him with her arms around him, thumbs in the waistband at his hips.
"Don't get excited," she chuckled in his ear, "This is just professional. For now."
Her infectious giggle followed her as she walked around, eyeing him, and then stepped in to adjust his 'breasts', tugging and lifting them. The skirt now sat at an angle, covering more at the front but baring more butt at the back.

Once she was content she took a few steps away, then reached back and grabbed one wrist and the high heels, towing him over to a nearby table.
"Time for makeup. Now, I can't do this for you every time, so you need to pay attention and learn," she told him determinedly.
 
He sighed a bit. He knew that they weren't going to give him a choice about this one. Afterall, his sister wore heels rather often. Something told him that it was going to be the little things about this that drove him crazy. Well, at least that's what he assumed when he didn't think about the fact that there were going to be tons of people starring at his ass once he left the bus.

He gave a little gasp when Sharon started to tug at his cloths. His hands moved to try to cover himself but she easily slipped through the feeble guard. He sighed when she was finally finished, looking down at himself. This was probably for the best. He didn't need anyone noticing the bulge in the front of his thong. Still, his ass might as well not have anything covering it at the rate they were going.

He allowed Sharon to drag him over to the table, partially since he knew he'd get in trouble with Lidia if he tried to stop her. He sat down, shivering a little as his mostly bare ass pressed against the chair. He was fully aware that anyone sitting behind him could see everything. He looked up at Sharon quickly. "I only need to do this for the tour, can't you just do it?" He asked.
 
She perched herself on the edge of the table, reaching to grab his chin in much the same way that Lidia had, using the grip to turn his face one way and then the other while she studied the structure.
"Sweetie," she said distantly, "I have to work on the clothes for all of us, as well as practice, as well as perform... I really won't have time to even do this. It's easy, I promise. Specially since you're startlingly like your sister. I think just... yes, a tan shadow and some pink lipstick for day to day use, and heavy blue and slut red for the stage. You won't need much base or blush... damn you're lucky... and oh my god look at those lashes. I hate boys sometimes. So lucky."

She picked up a handful of items from the table, then focused on him instead of his face structure.
"Tell you what... be a good girl and learn this quickly, and I'll give you a reward I promise you'll like."
She gave him a salacious wink... that, combined with the fact that it was Sharon promising, was a good indicator as to what the reward would be.

It didn't take her long to apply makeup... deft, experienced fingers smoothed base on anyway, outlined the eyes in dark shadow, mascarad, blushed a little, and then lipsticked with a vibrant red. She gave a running commentary of what she was doing, with tips, as she worked.
"There we go," she said finally. "There's your stage look. Think you'll remember all that?"
 
She was right about that much. Besides, they hadn't really given him any jobs to do around here yet. He didn't see any reason why he couldn't learn this. Alex blushed as she discussed his looks. He was glad that she wasn't going to make him learn anything complicated. Of course, he wasn't so sure about him being lucky. Sure, if you wanted to impersonate your sister it worked great. But now and then you had guys coming up behind you trying to hit on you before they realized you weren't a girl. He didn't even want to think about how much of that he'd be dealing with now.

When she told him that he'd get a reward he smiled a bit and was about to ask what it would be. Then he got that wink. He blushed once more and fiddled with the front of his skirt, which was a good indicator that he didn't want her to notice something down there. He really didn't know why this was getting him so hard.

He nodded a little bit when she asked him if he'd remember this. He gave her a little smile and looked into the mirror that had been set up on the table. He smiled a little bit as he looked down at himself. "Wow... I look good enough to fuck..." He quickly realized two things. One, he accidentally said that out loud, and two, if he felt that way, other people were bound to.
 
Sharon grinned, then leaned down to push a finger at his skirt. Whether by luck or design, the finger pressed gently on the tip of his shaft. Her voice dropped, a sultry almost-whisper.
"Yes you do. And you certainly seem to be enjoying it. The real question is... are you enjoying the view, or enjoying being the view. I'm guessing... and hoping for... the latter. You're enjoying it, aren't you? Dressing up this way?"

It sounded like Sharon's usual inappropriate teasing, but there was an edge to her voice and an intentness to her stare that hinted at more seriousness than immediately evident. Her voice had dropped low enough that none of the other girls could probably hear... Lidia was chatting to Belinda, and Lucy seemed to be fiddling with the camera again.
 
He gasped as her finger touched the tip of his shaft. She could tell full well that he was hard as a rock underneath that skirt. Then again, at his size it was actually a little noticeable. When he was hard that tiny thong just didn't have enough room to hold him. He blushed even deeper at her question, opening his mouth for a moment and then shutting it, biting one of his plump lips softly for a moment before answering her. "I don't like dressing up like this. I'm doing it for my sister, and for you girls. I just thought I looked sexy in the mirror..." His voice cracked a little bit. Alex was never a good liar

He looked around at the other girls for some sort of help but from the looks of it he wasn't getting any. He began to squirm a little bit, suddenly very uncomfortable. The more he thought about it, the more he was worried that Sharon was right about him. Afterall, he'd been throbbing hard since they dressed him like this.
 
Sharon was nowhere near as dumb as her rocker-slut persona made her out to be. Her face was as smooth as warm silk as she leaned in further, cheek against his so that she could whisper in his ear, the whisper even softer and more sultry than before.
"I think you're lying," she murmured. She pressed against his member again, circling the head through the skirt.
"Nobody gets this excited seeing themselves in a mirror... not without an extra little kink at work."

She giggled in his ear and then leaned back, holding his chin again and tilting his face back and forth, looking like she was giving him a final examination.
"And I owe you a reward, don't I? You were certainly a very good girl. Mmm, you sneak over to my bunk tonight when we're on the bus, maybe I'll give you a reward you'll remember."
She winked salaciously again and wiggled off. Lidia glanced up at Alex.
"Well... walk around for a bit, get used to the shoes. When you feel you've gotten the hang of them then go and stand by the bus. There's rumors going around the fan community, we want people to see you there. The rest of us will finish packing and then we can go. Off you go now."
Apparently disregarding him, she returned to talking to Belinda.
 
He leaned back a little bit when Sharon leaned in and whispered to him. He gasped softly as she ran her finger over his manhood, his mouth hung open for just a second before he bit his lip. He opened his mouth to dispute what she said but then shut it. He knew she was right about that. He just really didn't want to admit that he'd gotten hard from being dressed up like a girl.

Sharon leaned away before he could come up with anything to say to her. He let her examine him one more time, still a little nervous. When she told him that he could come to her bunk tonight he smiled widely. "Alright Sharon. I'll hold you too that though." He told her. He was starting to think that he and Sharon were going to be getting along quite well. He turned in his seat and started to get up when Lidia told him to try on his shoes. He sighed softly. "Alright. I'll be back in a second." He said before starting to slip them on. He then decided that he did not want to navigate the buses stairs in heels. If he hospitalized himself there would be no one to take Karen's place.

He headed down the steps and slipped the shoes on before striding off into the parking lot. He stumbled on almost every step and took one or two spills. He was going to need new stockings when this was over. Still, he tried for a while. Well, until he got quite sick of people coming over to help him up and feeling him up as they did. He returned to the bus and knocked on the door, looking adorably pitiful with his skinned knees and flushed cheeks.
 
The parking lot was mostly dominated by the huge bus. There were plenty of other vehicles, though... cars for the nearby buildings, the roadies van that carried some of the more fragile equipment, and a steadily growing collection of fans. There were whistles and claps when he appeared, the fans no doubt assuming he was his sister.

Fortunately the gawkers were behind a fence from the actual tour preparation area, and he was able to practice behind the bus, so his spills weren't too public. It was the roadies that ran over to help him up each time he fell... it wasn't particularly clear if they knew he was a guy or a girl, but they certainly got in a surreptitious grope.

There were three of them, two stocky guys and a rather intimidatingly butch girl. All three squeezed his rear as they helped him up, making suitably polite noises about how concerned they were. They also gawked at his stumbling around, no doubt enjoying the wiggle, the view of his spectacular rear and pretty legs when he fell, and the opportunity to feel him up.

Belinda opened the door and let him in. She looked very concerned about his state, leading him over to the couch with one hand on his waist, the other holding his arm. It probably took a moment to realise that it's exactly the way a fragile woman in an old movie would be helped. A few minutes later she was sitting before him, dabbing his knees with a gentle antiseptic.
"You poor thing, you have to be more careful. Put your weight more onto each heel, sway your hips. You have to center on the heel."
 
Alex blew a quick kiss to the fans, a motion which he pulled off surprisingly well. He was really glad that they were behind a rope. He didn't want to sign any autographs at the moment (though Karen had made him practice hers to the point that he could have faked a check from her and even her lawyer wouldn't have known the difference).

He tried not to blush too much as he was groped. He really hoped that they didn't know he was a guy. It was better thinking that they were under the impression that hew as a girl than that they wanted to grab the ass of a cute young guy. Then again, that was the case with the girls from the band (at least Sharon) and he didn't mind much. Still, with his situation he felt justified with keeping a double standard.

Alex gave Belinda a small pout when she opened up the door. "I'm not very good at this..." He admitted, as if that wasn't entirely obvious. He felt a little awkward being lead by Belinda like that but he didn't stop her. It felt kind of nice actually. He smiled as she told him what he'd been doing wrong before softly asking. "Would you mind helping me some time? I think I'd do a lot better if I had you as a teacher."
 
"Sure, whenever you want," she smiled, finishing up and sighing as she looked at the stockings.
"Sharon's gonna be mad. Ah well. I'm sure there are plenty more, and she'll probably go make you buy some more at our next stop."
She perched next to him, her body warm as it brushed against his. She was a very hippy girl, with a large bosom to match, mostly hidden under the looser clothes she liked to wear. She wasn't fat at all... her stomach was as flat as any of the others... merely very curvy.

"You're taking all of this very well," she said, a sound of approval in her voice. "I know what Lidia is like... pretty scary sometimes... but I can tell she's really glad, and really grateful. I suppose it also helps that you look really good. It's like having your sister here, actually. We keep expecting you to say something flirty or complain about how few cameras were at the last gig."
She laughed, leaning back, her leg pressing against his companionably.
 
"It'll be fine. Sharon will just be happy for the chance to get me to wear something different." He said, throwing in a little sigh for effect. In truth, he was a little excited by the prospect of trying on something else. Then again, he was also neglecting to realize that Sharon might want to punish him for ruining the stockings.

He smiled as she pressed against him, putting his arm around her waist, or possibly across her ass, it was a little hard to tell with Belinda. He nodded a bit before adding in. "I've known Lidia for long enough that it doesn't really scare me any more. Just, really really intimidate..." Alex said, not quite sure that that was a valid distinction. When Belinda brought up flirting he looked up at her with look of surprise. "Karen used to flirt with you girls?" He wouldn't have been too shocked if his sister had when he thought about it. "I can see why..." Slipped out of his mouth before he really thought about it.
 
Belinda actually blushed at the comment, grinning.
"Yeah, she used to flirt with everyone. Some more seriously than others, of course. Hell, she flirts with the whole world, really... loves the camera. I think she's secretly glad not to be on this tour though... it gets really tiring after a while."
She grinned again, and then leaned in.
"I'd be careful with the compliments there, though... you might get more attention than you expect from some of us. You, dressed up like that... that's really really hot to some people."

She giggled and leaned a little more against him, seeming to unconciously move into his encircling arm. She was deliciously soft and warm and sensual.
 
He was glad to see someone other than himself blushing for a change. He grinned a little as he was told that his sister flirted with the entirety of the band. He decided not to ask if she'd gotten anywhere with her advances. It'd be more fun to ask Karen in person later. "Well, I'm actually kind of happy to take her place. It's been a while since I've been in a band. Starting one up is kind of hard when you're not five sexy girls." He said with a little giggle.

When she told him that he might get more attention than he expected he smiled lustfully. His breathing had deepened a bit as he got even more excited. "So you like guys dressed up like this?" He asked before releasing her and standing up, moving around infront of her, one of his legs shifting around nervously as his hands dropped to hold the edge of his skirt, his arms pressing his fake boobs together and making them look larger. "Then maybe you can help me with a little problem I'm having..." He continued, blushing heavily as he slowly lifted his skirt.

His cock was sticking out of his thong, hard as steel. It wasn't much of a surprise that it wouldn't fit considering just how large Alex was down there. Precum beaded softly at the tip of his throbbing erection. He had to be horribly turned on to end up like this
 
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