"Ticket?" The ticket taker said as you reached the front of the line.

You showed him your phone and he scanned it. You felt a little ackward, this was supposed to have been a date. You had heard Katie in Sales really liked Magenta Heath the newest pop star from Italy. You had bought these VIP box seats to flex and wow her into a date with you. It kind of went the other way, she had called you a creep, and reported you to HR, so, now you have these tickets and get to sit alone in an arena filled with mostly teen girls if you were being honest. At least the box had free food and drinks, you have enjoy some weed in the lot before coming in, so maybe it won't be that bad. You followed the other fans through the turnstiles and into the stadium. There was a big stage at one end, but it was dark right now.

You followed the super secret escalator to your private box. Inside, there was a couch and chairs, flat screen TV’s on each wall, a table for food/drinks, and two bathrooms. There was also a kitchen area where they would bring you dinner. As soon as you set foot inside, you noticed how warm it was. That heat made sense though, you were probably about 20 minutes out from when the show starts. You walked over to the couch and plopped down. It felt nice to just chill after all the work you put in today. You grabbed a bag of Cheetos and started eating them. You took another puff off your joint and let it sit in your mouth. You didn't even realize you had turned on your phone until the screen lit up with a message. “Hey hot stuff! I can’t wait to see you perform later!” it read. You glanced around the room to make sure no one else could hear you. The door to the bathroom was closed and the kitchen was empty. You quickly pressed reply. “Hahaha. Not gonna happen. I'm no performer"

Instantly, you felt a sharp pain in your head. It was like someone had taken a hammer to your brain. Your vision blurred and then went black. You woke up on the couch and realized you couldn’t move. All of your muscles felt tight and tense. You tried to speak, but found you couldn’t even manage a whisper. A small window opened in the middle of the floor. In it, a face appeared. It looked vaguely familiar, but you couldn’t place it. The person spoke in a soft, calm voice. “Hello, my name is Sateen. I am here to help you enjoy the concert tonight. Don't be alarmed, I know it's scary at first. But please don't resist me. This will only take a couple minutes. We will have a much better time if we are friends.”

He was right, you thought. What did you have to lose? So you nodded your head and let him take control. He smiled, and pulled you up off the couch. He led you through the door and into the bathroom. Once inside, he shut the door behind you and locked it. Then he undid the top buttons of his shirt and undressed completely. His skin was pale and smooth, not a single blemish, scar or wrinkle anywhere. His body was well toned and fit. You saw tattoos running down his arms and legs. You were mesmerized by all the different colors they were inked in. He came closer to you and brushed your hair out of your face. He leaned in and kissed you deeply. You felt your body react instantly. He was strong, confident, and handsome. You knew deep down that you wanted this man more than anything. If you had ever felt love before, it was just for a moment, but this guy was making you feel it all day long.

Your body began to change, slowly at first, but then faster and faster. First, your hair grew longer. Then it changed to a bright orange color. Next, your chest grew larger, you grew boobs, they kept getting bigger and rounder. By the time your hips had finished growing, your whole body was changing in ways you never imagined. You felt a pulling sensation in your groin. You gasped and moaned loudly as your pussy stretched open. The room appeared to grow as you shrank down. You were before long a petite 4'9". Your clothes changed, gone were the soft and comfortable jeans and t-shirt. Now you were dressed like a pop idol, wearing a short blue dress with matching heels. You felt empowered and sexy in your new outfit.

Then your eyes met those of the man who had turned you into a woman. His eyes were dark brown and piercing, looking back at you with pride in his gaze. "I told you I wanted to see you perform, now get to the stage my little songbird" He gave your now shapely behind a light pat. You needed his acceptance and love you nodded. You stood up, taking a few steps forward, until your feet hit the edge of the stage. You had to admit, you looked good on stage. With your cute little body and cute face, you were a perfect girl next door type. The crowd cheered as you began to sing.

The first verse was rough, you struggled to remember all the lyrics. But as you sang along to the chorus, you found yourself becoming a natural singer. You felt like you could sing forever. You danced across the stage, singing and playing air guitar with your hands. As you moved your hips, your skirt flipped up, revealing your panties. You were shocked to find that you were already wet, it seemed you had a little exhibitionist streak. You kept dancing as the cheers grew louder. You stopped singing and turned to face the audience. They screamed for you, begging for more. You smiled and waved to them, letting them know that you were ready to give them everything.

You took your last bow, then sat down on the edge of the stage. You were exhausted, but still excited to continue. You noticed the lights dimming, signaling it was nearly end of showtime. You grabbed a cup of water and drank greedily. You had just finished when you heard the audience begin chanting your name. You couldn't make it out, it sounded wrong and yet right the cute girl name they chanted was Miya Cyan. You looked up at the screen above you and saw your own image. You had been transformed from a simple man to a sexy goddess pop star . You smiled proudly at the camera, knowing that these fans adored you. In the distance you saw Sateen with a evil grin. He had made another gem of a performer.