New Girl in the Band Chapter 1


The New Girl In The Band


Chapter 1

By Princess

Thanks To Stanman63 for editing!

Synopsis:
A popular all girls rock and roll band needs a new member for their world tour. The lead singers annoying little brother seems like a good choice.

“I have taken all your attitude I’m going to take now, little brother,” my sister screamed at me as she stormed toward me angrily.

I was backing up slowly, afraid. I didn’t mean anything. She got to me as I backed into the far corner. She grabbed my shirt pulled me toward her. Her face twisted in an angry expression as she bent down toward me, her nose nearly touching mine.

Her friends standing back watched her outburst of anger toward me as she held me in her grasp, her face inches from my face, she said, “You will apologize to me now or you will get the beating of your life, right here in front of my friends and in front of Lita!”

Lita was one of my sisters close friends. She was stunningly beautiful. She had blonde hair, her body was awesome and she always wore sexy leather outfits. I had a crush on Lita. She was also the most beautiful of all my sisters friends. She was standing behind my sister watching her abuse me with a grin on her face. She was wearing fishnet stockings and a very tight black leather skirt and a black bustier that plunged down between her large breasts. I did have a crush on her

I felt myself trembling in fear at the sound of her hateful angry voice. My sister always had a very short fuse and a mean temper. My sister Cherie was beautiful, blonde, seventeen and she was really strong. It has got worse lately.

“I am sorry, sister. I just don’t know why Mom lets you stay out all night and dress like you do when you go out. You get so much and I don’t get anything. It is not fair.”

She always dresses sexy and sluttish too. I never understood why mother let her wear that stuff for her photo shoots and concerts but she did. I guess she was expected to look like a rebel type rocker girl. She was the lead singer for a popular rock and roll band and it was 1976. She came in wearing a white lacy corset, super tight short shorts, white stockings and a lot of makeup. She was supposed to look like a slutty runaway. .

She sneered, “That is because I work hard for it. Me and my friends are rehearsing every night. You know we are in a band and we have to work.” She asked me, "What? Do you think all of this success is for nothing?" she sighed, “No, stupid. We rehearse all night and Lita and myself help write new songs that pay for this new house and all of our new outfits."

I looked at her with new respect as instead of her usual anger, she was actually being nice, in her own way.

"I know you have a thing for Lita, but you aren't her type. She doesn’t like guys that look like they could be her sister. She wants you to stop flirting with her. Now stop bitching about me getting everything. Its fucking exhausting and I’m going to bed and if I hear another whine out of you I’m locking you back in the basement for the night.“

I sat down sadly. It wasn’t fair. I tried to look good as Lita walked by, I smiled and said, “Hi Lita, you are looking hot today.”

She gave me a vicious look and the rest of the girls broke out laughing. Then she laughed too and said giggling, “My god, he does look like a girl.“

Joan said, “Look at that long hair. Is that hairspray.“

My sister Cherie said, ”He uses hairspray and look at his lips. He says its chap stick but it sure looks like he uses lip gloss. And he thinks eyeliner and eye shadow makes him look masculine.“ That made them all burst out laughing. I was humiliated, what little respect that I had had for her vanished under her verbal abuse.

Lita had to rub it in and say, “And his ass and hips. He looks like a teenage girl. Its so funny and annoying that he has to hit on me every time.“ Then she looked at me and said, “I would never go out with you, David so quit asking. You look like my younger sister, so cut it out. I only date real boys.”

That was when my sister angrily stormed toward me like an angry storm cloud, and punched me viciously in the stomach. I doubled over, crying from the girls humiliation and in pain from the strike. My eyes watered from the dull pain in my stomach as I curled over. I got up still in pain and ran toward my bed room, threw myself on the bed and began crying.

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Life was not fair at all. It was 1976, I was six months from being fifteen years old. I was a boy but I was quit often mistaken for a girl. I guess that I asked for it being so feminine. I couldn’t help it. I wanted to be beautiful and popular like my sister. To top it all off my sister was the lead singer for a very popular rock band. Her and her friends called themselves The Little Runaways. One of their most popular songs was the Runaway. Their new album was selling like mad.

There was my sister Cherie, she was the lead singer. Her best friend Lita was the lead guitarist. Joan was sexy but she was scary. She loved wearing black leather and even her hair was solid black. She seemed to hate me the most.

It made my family very wealthy in the past year. But I didn’t notice. I hardly got anything. My mom, the bands manager dotted on my sister and the band. I was hardly noticed. And the abuse I suffered at the hands of my sister was also not noticed.

Even when I complained to my mother, she ignored it. She told me that she didn’t have the time to bother with my constant bitching, and to stand up for myself. Then she told me to stop pissing my sister off. Add to all of that, my sister was so mean and she was getting insufferable and arrogant with her new found wealth and popularity.

Her abuse had been getting worse and I was only fourteen. I didn’t know what to do. My dad told me to deal with it myself. He said, “You are a young man and if you cant handle what a girl throws at you then don’t come to me crying. Deal with it like a man.”

She was older and her strength easily overpowered me. I kept crying into the night until I finally fell asleep. I even forgot to put on my moisturizer cream on my face like I always did. So I cared about my skin and how I looked, did that make me any less of a boy?

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I didn’t get as much sleep as I wanted. About 4:30 the next morning, I was rudely awaken. I felt my body being shook. I looked up, still groggy to see Mom pushing me and shouting, “Wake up David. Wake up.”

I looked up to see her, My sister Cherie and her friend Joan standing behind her. I asked, “Why are you bothering me at this time? Just let me sleep.”

She kept shaking me and said, “Get out of bed sleepyhead. We have a serious problem with the band and we need you. Lita has quit the band. That leaves us without a lead guitarist and a good singer. We have to find a replacement but until that happens we need someone now.

They looked at me and mom smiled. She said, “Since you look so much like her, we decided that you can fill her place for the time being. You look just like her and you are a good guitarist. And I heard you sing some of her songs and you can do this. So get out of bed. You need to start practicing with the girls and lean their songs more if you will be playing with them in the concerts. You know they are releasing a new album next year and we are planing a big tour for 1977. Isn't that great. You will be doubling for Lita."

My mind was in a whirl. 'Were they crazy?' How the hell was that going to work out? They wanted me to be a girl, and play in their band, in a big world tour as part of a all girls band? People would be looking at me on stage, taking pictures of me with the band. That was stupid! Someone will find out I wasn’t the REAL Lita sooner or later.

I looked at them and I started laughing. “Mom that is the stupidest idea I ever heard of. I am Cherie’s little brother. I know I can probably pass as a convincing girl but I don’t think I can pass for Lita well enough to go on a public tour with them. It is a dangerous idea and a fraud. You cant be serious!”

My sister Cherie looked at me and smiled. “We got it all covered little brother. You look like a very convincing girl already. With a little work, right clothing, padding in right places and a lot of work on our songs I know you can convince the world you are Lita. It will be only for a year until we can find a replacement. Now don’t give us any trouble or you will be sorry, David. Get out of bed. We have a lot of work to do and only four months until we release our new album and go on tour."

It looked like I didn’t have any choice in the matter. My sister and Mom already had decided for me. I reluctantly got out of bed and said, “All right. I’ll do it for you Cherie. What do I have to do?” I got out from under the blankets and stood up.

Cherie and Joan had a good laugh, “Wow your legs are so smooth. And I love that pink satin nighty you are wearing. It looks like a some of the work is done already. But you need to learn all our new songs for the tour. You need to learn the lyrics for them. You have to learn how to move like a girl, on stage too. It will be fun, David. Don’t worry about Lita getting upset. She said it is ok and she will be here to help you learn the cords to play. First rule, no more boy clothes. You have to erase your male identity for a while. You cant be seen as a boy. Ever. If anyone takes a picture of David next year then we are all in very deep shit. You are Lita for a year. Get used to it. Now put on this outfit and meet us for practice. After that, we have hired a Mistress to help you learn how to be a girl in public."



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