Shana suddenly got a beep on her phone.
"The band's here.. where are you?" she read.
'Band? Oh crap!' Shana thought.
"What's wrong now, babe?" Sherry asked.
"My band was supposed to meet up for practice today!" Shana yelled as she bolted out of the room.
Without another word, she ran out the door.
"Eh, I'll bring'er somethin' home." Sherry shrugged.
Monique sighed and decided to just get Sherry checked out of the store.
I'd be lunch soon, and they'd probably end up as regulars here anyway like everybody else they turned.
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At his garage in Grayside District (sometimes called the "Graveside District" for the number of crimes), a drummer beat on his snare drum, bored as he waited on his bassist.
"Where the fuck is Shawn?!" lead guitarist Yahir shouted in impatience.
"I don't know man, he just said he was gonna go see that music shop by the shopping mall!" keyboardist Terrance yelled back.
"Well what's takin' him so long then, huh?!" Yahir asked angrily.
Ross sighed quietly: the band was struggling to make ends meet, and Shawn chasing tail all the time was not helping.
Suddenly, they heard a car pull up.
"Well it's about fuckin' time!" Yahir yelled.
The guitarist stormed outside ready to go off like a grenade.
But his anger subsided when he saw a gorgeous platinum blonde all by her lonesome.
"Hey there miss, you lost?" Yahir asked with cheap beer scented breath.
Shana stopped checking her lipstick print on her hand and turned to face him.
"No, I'm waiting on my band." Shana said, "Our lead Yasmin said to meet her here."
"And what kinda band is that?" He asked.
"We call ourselves the Yowlin' Cats." Shana said as she pointed to a logo of an aggressive looking cat hissing.
"What genre though? Pop?" He asked.
"Pop? No, we're a rock metal band. This is just what I wear on the streets." Shana explained.
"Where's your costumes then?" Yahir asked.
"With Yasmin, but she never lets us wear them outside of practice or the stage." Shana said.
"Can't you just sneak'em... Yasmin doesn't have to know... we could have a little fun."Yahir flirtly said as he put his hand on her shoulder.
"In your dreams, you pig!" Shana snapped as she slapped him.
As Yahir got up, he noticed his lips were inexplicably sealed shut, unable to see them puffed up and coated in pink.
He noticed his body hair receding as he fell in front of the car, clutching his pecs as they suddenly began to burn.
Shana sighed as she sat on the opposite end of her car.
"I'm... I'm sorry for that outburst. " she sighed, oblivious to Yahir's struggle as his nails suddenly grew out long and turned pink.
His member shrunk away with a searing heat as his frame compressed.
"It's just a lot of pressure trying to get your name out there. I mean, we have a decent enough channel on Youtube, but we've been on a stage twice, and we were late the first time!"
Yahir let out muffled moans as two large mounds sprouted out of his chest and his bottocks swelled, a wave of sensitivity sweeping over him.
"I mean, yeah our music gets pretty sexual, but mother fucker we have them hidden! What more do those advert assholes want?!"
Yahir's face contorted as his hair grew out long and shiny, and his adam's apple shrunk away.
"I just don't get why we can't go look for some sponsorship deals or anything!"
The newly formed woman had an orgasm from her own uncontrollable fingering, as her now baggy clothes transformed.
"Where is Yasmin, she said to meet her here!" Shana yelled out loud.
"I've been listening to your little rant." a voice said behind her.
Shana turned around.
Demanding demeanor, D-Cups with nothing but a skin tight sleeveless showing off her midriff, cold hazel eyes that could paralyze a pitbull... that was Yasmin alright.
"Listen here, I don't care about the money or whatever little girlfriend you get in the next four months, we need to stay dedicated! We need to get our practice in! We need to stick by the quality of our music, dammit! You want some pussy so badly, go to the strip club liek the rest of s!" Yasmin stamped, her brunette braid waving wildly.
"One: We kind of need money for our music to be quality, and two: Sherry's different than the rest!" Shana snapped.
"One: We shouldn't let that affect who we give a voice in our work, and two: that's what you said about Brittany, and Taylor, and Christine, and Megan." Yasmin huffed.
This was why Shana was considering quitting the band and getting work at that music shop.
"Where are Theresa and Roslyn?" Yasmin asked.
"They said to meet us here." Shana said as she showed her their text.
Yasmin barged ahead and began beating on the door.