A Transformative Sound

When Lisa found out that she had won the contest for a private gig from one of the city's up and coming bands, she figured that there must have been some sort of mistake. The 35 year old Soccer mom couldn't even remember having signed up for any contest, it certainly wasn't something she was actually interested in.

But the letter was pretty clearly addressed to her and she had nothing else to do with her Tuesday afternoon, with the kids  at school and her husband at work, so she decided to go along anyway.

By the time the band got up on stage, Lisa had started to wonder why she had even bothered to come, just from looking at them she could tell they were going to be playing some sort of heavy metal rock music rubbish that she really didn't care for. She felt like she couldn't leave now though, she was the only person here, they were literally performing for her, so she had to at least feign some interest.

Lisa stood there, lost in her own thoughts about how she would try and appear interested, when the band started to play. As soon as the guitarist struck the first chord something changed, Lisa could feel the music resonating all through her body. It felt... good... great even.

All of her thoughts about pretending to enjoy the music vanished as she just stood there, not even listening to the sounds, just embracing the pleasurable sensations that she was experiencing as she let the music wash over her.

She was so wrapped up in the sensations that were cascading over her, that she didn't notice the haze that was forming as reality began to distort around her. Her appearance began to dramatically alter, her body slimming down to that of a lithe 21 year old, a golden tan spread across her skin removing all blemishes as it did. She let out an unconscious gasp when her tits rose high on her chest, filled to the brim with firm silicone implants that hadn't existed until a moment ago.  

Her attire was changing too, the sensible sneakers that she wore pushed up as they became glossy pink heels, her sweater reformed into a tight black top with mesh sleeves and her baggy jeans wrapped themselves tightly to her legs and morphed into glossy black leggings that gloriously showed off her newly perfected ass. Flawless makeup coated her youthful features and her messy unkempt hair became sleek and glossy as it grew down to the small of her back.

As her changes seemed complete, the music began to penetrate further, piercing deep into her mind and echoing out into her very soul, fundamentally changing her as it went. 

All thoughts of her husband and kids were being overwritten, with every beat of the bass drum. The regular thud ... thud ... thud, echoing a new thought into her mind with every beat.

Drink ... Fuck ... Party ... Smoke ... Suck ... Horny ... Slut ... 

Drink ... Fuck ... Party ... Smoke ... Suck ... Horny ... Slut ...

Drink ... Fuck ... Party ... Smoke ... Suck ... Horny ... Slut ...

By the time the band played the final note, Lisa the soccer mom was no more, reality re-written as she had become Layla, the living embodiment of sex, drugs and rock n' roll. The new slut lived to party hard, get high and get fucked by hot rockers. 

Once she had regained her senses, Layla wasted little time, immediately seductively strutting up to the lead singer, wrapped her arms around him and planting her lips on his in a steamy, passionate kiss.

Behind them the other band members high fived, their new experimental sound has effortlessly transformed the lame soccer mom they had picked out into their hot, slutty groupie and they couldn't wait to try it out on a bigger audience.