- And now we will play a lucky ticket! - Vocalist screaming from stage to his microphone. The audience applauded, loud exclamations were heard.<br />- Yeah, louder, louder, this is rock and roll baby!<br />- Yeah, yeah! Show us! - I also chanted like the rest<br />The music has stopped. The vocalist asked everyone to be quieter and there was the maximum silence that can only be at concerts<br />- And now, - he whispered, - most importantly, you all knew that miracles were happening here, quietly, quietly, yes, and now... an occasional spectator will change his life<br />We all knew that this was the beginning of their greatest hit called "Change Your Life". Everyone was in anticipation<br />The vocalist froze. He closed his eyes<br />- 1953789! - he shouted - today is your lucky ticket! - he began to sing. This was the first line of his song.<br />I looked at my pass-bracelet and these were my numbers. I screamed loudly as I could and smiled. It was a moment of happiness!<br />- Este &#233; o meu n&#250;mero! (This is my number!) - I noticed that my voice is different now and why I screamed in portuguese and words of the song now seemed strange to me, I did not understand them. Why did he start to sing in another language? Maybe he decided to do it for the Brazilians, because the concert was in Rio De Janeiro<br />Next i saw a cleavage where it should be flat, there was a pair of breasts. I grabbed my new breast and squeezed! It was damn painful! And... My face! It's also something wrong. I decided touche my new plump lips, yes i already felt their swelling and when i started i noticed my new neat little hands. What the hell?!<br />A smile left my face. I did realize that something was wrong and turned to see if anyone noticed.<br />My new chest bounced with this movement and reminded myself of an unusual weight, hair touched my shoulders.<br />I saw a funny Brazilian guy, he smiled and wanted to kiss me, but I pushed him away<br />- O que &#233; um beb&#234;? (What's wrong baby?)<br />...<br />Yes, my life has changed dramatically. My vacation in Brazil and the concert of my favorite band is the last of my past life. Now I am Maria Gabriela Melo Almeida, Brazilian. After the concert, I wanted to go up to the vocalist, but I, like other fans, were not allowed in. I had to leave with this guy who said that he was my husband, in some small town in Brazil (Bonito, near the border of Brazil and Bolivia, population 20 thousand) to my new family and my children!<br /><br /><span>If you like my captions and want see a continue or other stories please support me:&nbsp;</span><a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/greentg">www.patreon.com/greentg</a>