The Lyela Concert

Of the very few freedoms you had listening to music had to be up at the top of the list and Vannian's loved music above any other form of entertainment and they took it to amazing heights. You had a chance to go see one of their most famous singers in action Lady Lyela! Face it she was a big deal! Even the days leading up to the concert you eagerly found yourself studying to the sounds of that girls melodies it made you forget the waspy linens that barely concealed your less than masculine physique. Alice always had to ruin your mood by reminding you of 'how pretty' you've become and that no one would suspect you now... as if that would comfort you. Sure you were hot even as far as Vannian's were concerned you were definitely attractive, it made for more close calls than you'd like.

The day off had your skin tingling with excitement! The years of sneaking out had numbed you to how dangerous this really was but with a few tricks you could manage to 'pass' well enough. Make-up was always such a pain in the ass, but you've gotten good at applying the traditional kohl around your eyes and blending in the blush and eyeshadow. Your bright green eyes really stood out, sure you wouldn't look anything like Vannian women but standing out was even worse... they liked exotic dishes a little too much. Which led to your next trick, something Alice humiliatingly taught you... Tucking yourself away and the adhesive that followed. Pulling your manhood back between your legs, pressing your testicles up into yourself always felt like getting kicked in the nuts and then carefully applying this temporary paste to your cock, screwing this part up was very uncomfortable the result was a sexless crotch and a funny walk... One that seemed to become habit, small steps and tipping hips.

You had to keep an eye on the clock because there was a time limit and sweating made the glue fail. Wouldn't want to squeeze your thighs together for a whole concert and walk around like an even bigger tart. While dong this you always were reminded of how embarrassingly smooth your skin was but barely an ounce of fat; your time in the gym made you feel like a boy... even if you'd never look like one.

Clothes were the next step, plastyeis was a memnomic fabric for under garments it was like a programmable silk that you could buy the data-designs for. You pour the silver substance from its cup unto your thigh and it spread into a pair of sheer leggings and intricate white panties that spiralled in a wide arc around your navel and formed a band around your flat chest; with a slight mod to the program it simulated an A-cup bust. The under layer left you wearing a second skin like layer that artfully conceal your 'lady bits' *Chuckle* the panties had the added function of manual removal like normal cotton underwear like the ones you owned. You pulled on the rest of your garb fixing the garment around your neck the rest of the fabric coming to life to form an upside-down V to expose your taut midriff and bare back, flaring around your hips in a barely there skirt showing the upper most cleft of your heart shaped ass and coming together in birdlike drape of feathers that hung behind you.

The style of this planet favoured dangerously scandalous garb, and indecent for the men... which oddly enough the men were a bit more amorous than the women. You might find more than a few staring, another fun function of Vannian clothes were that they could change color at will, and many of this concerts would actually incorporate this into the lightshow!

You were ready but should you tell Alice you're leaving?

Did you forget anything?