Before a concert

"You're on in 20 Becky! Knock 'em dead tonight!" You suddenly hear.

“What the hell? Who is talking to me?” You wonder as your guard is immediately up as you realize you aren’t at home. In fact, it looked like you were in some sort of dressing room by the bland colored walls and random furniture sitting around.

“What the hell did I get myself into last night?” You ask yourself before you notice two things seriously wrong with your voice. The first thing was that it was way too high pitched to be your own. You had a very recognizable deep voice and this was not it at all. The second thing you noticed was that you were speaking with a Hispanic accent. Not having any Hispanic heritage your old voice did not have an ounce of this new accent.

You start to walk over to the big mirror in the room before you notice two tiny breasts on your chest. Getting in front of the mirror, your jaw drops in shock as you see Rebecca Gomez, aka Becky G in the reflection. You’ve become her!

"Becky! We're almost ready for you," a voice Becky's memory realized was her assistant named Lauren said.

"Oh boy, this is not good."