You wake up fully dressed in what you think is the largest building you've ever been in. It feels like a museum, expensive decorations placed in every wall, the floor is made of marble, and the walls of some other really expensive material, everywhere has golden ornaments of some kind.
You hear distant music, so you stand up on your heels and walk normally with them towards the sound. In fact, wearing heels feels more comfortable than walking on regular shoes.
Soon, you arrive at the source of the sound, a huge TV playing a song you've never heard before, but feels familiar for some reason.
Looking closely, you realize why.
You're the artist.
Your voice is phenomenal, it's sweet and angelical, but you can growl and go deeper when needed. When you reach the higher notes, you feel shivers. Your music is insanely powerful, and you feel proud of it. The lyrics are transgressive, they're strong, it's an hymn for oppressed people everywhere, and you soon unlock many memories :
Coming out as gay in front of your parents, getting thrown out of the house, trying to make your way up by singing in subways and parks. You're blessed with the sweetest voice in the world, and soon receive the attention of an important studio that helps you with your first project, which soon becomes one of the most important hits in the music industry. Overnight, you gain awards, Emmys, platinum albums, the fame and the fortune accumulates, and so does the recognition. Your pop songs become iconic and so does your music videos, with 7 platinum albums, 20 songs in the top 100, and 3 songs in the top 10, you've become one of the most important singers in the world. Looking around, you see hundreds of awards in fancy shelves, and a huge window that leads straight to the Hollywood sign.
You sing along your music video and you tear up a bit, this was your first hit. Once the video finishes, you see your real name listed as the artist. It's been an incredible day, you went from being nobody to becoming what's perhaps the most important singer of the moment. In this new reality, your name has taken the niche of someone like Gaga, and you're undeniably the icon of the current generation. You've been granted a special talent in music, and sitting down on a piano you manage to improvise and sing a new song on the spot that could become another hit if there was someone recording.
Looking at another exhibition, newspapers and magazines show photos of you in skimpy clothing during one of your music videos. "Y/N: The first openly gay star of the 21st century" they narrate your story, and how you fought against censure and critics that prevented certain scenes of your music videos, and your own orientation to be known to the public. They also go on detail about how your lyrics educate people on gender and sexuality, and how free you are when expressing these yourself.
"Y/N: the queer that conquered the super bowl". You grin at another headliner, the bigots did not like that one.
The dates of these feel a little bit off though, early 2000's. But you soon realize that the current year is 2005, somehow, you went back in time, but you know deep down this is better. With your influence, you've tried to guarantee the rights for the LGBT community with years of advantage.
More photos of you can be seen in every room, you even managed to be the cover of a Time's Person of the Year, with the most beautiful makeup you could come up with.
Vanity and fashion magazines have had you as their cover for years, and you've set trends and standards of beauty yourself, it seems you invented the late 2010's and early 2020's fashion 10 years prior, with your long acrylic nails and makeup style becoming some sort of your trademark.
You don't know how much you can change this reality, but it seems your influence is huge, you've donated billions of dollars for the support of sexual minorities, and you've been one of the most important activists regarding this matter, what's better, a social movement started by you made homosexual marriage legal in most states.
Taking a break from learning about this new reality where you've become the most influential pop star ever, you reach the living room and sit down in the coach, the open TV shows either news about your controversial videos or soap operas you've acted in. Yes, you've got talent as an actor too. In fact, a movie starring you in a gay romance became one of the highest scored movies in history. And yes, queen, you can be sure you've got an Oscar for that.
You go to your room, a huge, elegant beauty of wood and marble, with a king sized bed right in the middle in front of a huge window leading to the city of Los Angeles.
Looking down, posters, ads, flyers and billboards all have your face somewhere, and your songs, even old ones, are played multiple times on the radio.
You're the queen of this world.
You turn back and look at a framed, although dirty looking piece of paper.
"Y/N, the outrageous homosexual that has corrupted our society".
Grinning, you remember why it's so dirty, picking up the frame and letting it fall to the ground, you stomp on it with your beautiful heels and smirk.
"Cope" is the only thing you mutter before grinning, putting a hand on your hip and the other freeing your huge cock, which you stroke with glee with your beautiful, manicured hands and long acrylic nails.
You look down on the note as your pearly white cum falls on it.
"This is my world now, bitch." You say as the paper gets dirtier, the ink of the words running down.
You go to the balcony of your room and observe the world below as you stroke your huge cock. You're shaping it into a better place, you're the face of this revolution, soon, no one will go through the suffering you've gone through in your earliest years and your rise to stardom. People have feared you, been grossed by you, but you kept pushing forward, your talent and charisma turned you into the gay idol this world needed, and the biggest name ever in Hollywood. You'll fight for your cause til the end. You groan softly as you let out thick ropes of your perfect sperm to the world below, symbolically leaving the seeds for a better world with you at the helm; The queen of this new age and the most successful artist the world has ever known is you, a powerful, beautiful gay man called y/n.