This is my first attempt to write a fan fiction. Please excuse the bad English..
This has been slightly inspired by a movie with Mel Gibson called "What women want".
It takes place in 1987 .
*takes deep breath* So here it is.
Tell me what you think.



Chapter One

“We ran outta fuckin’ beer!!!” yelled James , shaking the empty beer pack .
“HMMMMM…what are we going to do about that?” asked Lars sarcastically . Lars looked around for somebody. When he eventually saw a shoe of that somebody, he started pulling it.
“Kirk!We ran out of beer!” the drummer screamed pulling Kirk’s leg. The guitarist had fallen off the couch after falling asleep. Lars knew it was impossible to wake up a person who had “a little too much to drink” so he dropped the leg , kicked its owner (who let out a snort and went on dreaming) and looked around the room.
“Jason, my pall…”Lars said softly, going to Jason and putting his arm around his shoulder. “How about you go buy some beer for your palls…We are your palls, right?”
Jason rose his head from the table with a beer label pressed on his forehead .He turned to Lars and burped. Lars shrugged and cleared the air with his hand.
With Lars’ help , Jason got up from the table .He tried to maintain his balance by holding the drummer’s hand tight .
“Are you going?” Lars asked .
“Yeah, sure…” Jason said walking towards the door , trying not to step on Kirk.
James also rose from the couch, sank his hand in his pocket and pulled out a dollar bill.
“That’s all I have left…” he said.
Lars rolled his eyes and went into the kitchen.
“How much do you share, Jase?” asked James .
“Ummmm…”Jason said emptying his pockets “Five bucks and a 25 cents…”he said , smiling satisfied.
“Good!” James said loudly and threw his money in Jason’s hand. He went to sit back on the couch.
James was a bit grumpy that night. Sure, he was in a bad mood almost constantly since Cliff’s death, but this night his bad mood seemed to have reached its peak .The four-people-party Lars threw (because he was alone for two days) was boring and the atmosphere was a bit stiffed from the beginning because he destroyed Lars’ front lawn with his car. The two argued a bit but then the alcohol started to affect them. The tension between the two resulted in a very quiet drinking party. As a result, Kirk fell asleep on the floor.
As Lars came back into the living room with some cash, Jason went to pull his jacket from underneath Kirk.
“This guy is really heavy…” Jason said .He then put his foot on Kirk’s ass and pulled the jacket with both his hands.
“AAARRGH!!” shrieked Kirk, finally waking up.
“Why did you wake him up? I was going to take all of his money…” Lars frowned at Jason.
“What? Where are you going?” asked Kirk rubbing his eyes
“To get some beer.” Jason explained.
“Oooh…” Kirk said. “Hey, wait! While you’re at it, please buy me a lipstick.”
“Why the heck do you need lipstick for? You wanna get wild?” laughed Lars.
“No. For Rebecca. She asked me to buy one but I forgot.” Kirk said. He turned to Jason and explained: “It was called <<something red>> or something…Wait. Let me look.”
Kirk went to check his jacket which was laying in a corner of the room.
“Come on! You can go get it yourself!” Lars yelled.
“Here it is!” Kirk came with a radious drunk smile on his face. “It’s called << Satanic red, no. 838>>…” he read from a small piece of paper. “Take this with you. You’ll definitely find it at the minimarket!”
“Cool!” said Lars taking the paper and giving it to Jason along with the money. “Now go!” he yelled, slapping Jason’s ass.
“Ouch! What the fuck?!” Jason said rubbing the wounded cheek.
Lars winked at him and slammed the door in his face. Then thunder stroke as Jason turned to leave. They were so wasted that they didn’t hear the pouring rain and the clapping thunder outside. He walked the first few meters and as the rain turned into a storm, he started running towards the closest minimarket.
Lars turned around heading towards the living room and found Kirk and James fast asleep. Then, lightning stroke and the lights went off, leaving the three bad mates in darkness. Thunder started roaring ; Lars freaked out and went to cuddle next to James on the couch. Shortly after, the lights went on again and Lars got up and slapped James on the face.
“Wake up! My wife goes away for two focking days and I have the focking chance to party and you guys sleep?!!” he yelled at a confused and drunk James.
“It’s not my fucking fault your stinkin’ party is boring! Where’s the beer? Where’s the puss? Where’s the music? Where’s the action?” James roared .
“There’s no puss because, unlike you, me and Kirk here are trying to stay committed to our gorgeous fiancés .You’re just jealous!” Lars explained rolling his eyes and putting his hands on his hips .
“Jealous? Just wait till they want kids .Then don’t come to me saying what a big mistake you made getting married or other shit like that…” yelled James . “You know what? I’m sick of your time-wasting and boring party. I’m leaving.”
James looked around for his jacket and Lars got scared seeing that he’s serious.
“Nooo! Stay here! There will be plenty more beer when Jason comes back. Just wait. Please…” he whined.
James rolled his eyes.
“He better be here soon with that beer.” he mumbled falling back on the couch.
Lars smiled and went to the kitchen to get some food for his friend.
Meanwhile, Jason entered the market and headed straight to the booze aisle. He took two packs of beer and went to pay but he was distracted by a pink booth with cosmetics. He remembered about the lipstick and reached for one. Jason checked it for a number. When he eventually found the number, he pulled the piece of paper Kirk gave him and searched for the one he needed. After he found the “satanic red 838”, he turned to leave but he had an idea. The bassist looked around for a mirror and soon he found it . He giggled at the bright idea he had to de-tense the atmosphere at Lars’ place. He put on some lipstick very carefully as he remembered seeing his mother do and looked at his reflection. He burst into laughter and went to pay.
The cashier didn’t seem too surprised of his appearance. She was used to seeing drunk people coming in and trying different products and she didn’t have a problem with it as long as they didn’t wreck the place.
Jason went out into the pouring rain again and headed to Lars’ place.
Halfway home, however, the storm got worse. Before Jason could move a bit more there was a blinding flash. The beer boxes fell and so did Jason. Rain continued to pour as the bassist’s body laid on the sidewalk.
***
The feeling of cold, wet sidewalk and the sound of birds singing became clearer. Along with these sensations came an excruciating headache. The struggle to move brought even more pain. Confusion started to take over as the sound of a running car became louder.
“Drunks!” the cab driver said to his passenger, a blonde woman.
“Oh, my God! Shouldn’t we help?” the woman asked looking at the laying body. “Stop the car!”
The driver stopped.
“The meter is running, madam.” he said.
“Just get off and let’s help!” she said, annoyed. “Goodness gracious!”
The woman turned the body with the face up. She then placed two fingers on the neck and breathed relieved:
“She’s alive!”
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Yeah, I know
It's a huge chapter:blush:

What the hell?! This sounds like an interesting idea, I'd like to read more of it. Poor drunk guys :lol:

Hey, thanks for the review! You're Vanessa, right?

I hope this chapter will clear thing up a little bit :wacko:


Chapter Two:



“Help me get her in the car. I live close by.” the blonde woman said to the taxi driver.
It was the driver’s turn to look annoyed. He did, however, help but he promised himself that he would charge her extra.
Then the girl laying on the ground moved and finally opened her eyes to see a familiar face. But when she tried to remember who it was, the headache stroke again and she moaned, in pain.

“Oh, she’s waking up! Hey there. Are you okay?” the blonde woman asked.

“I…. dunno… “she heard herself saying and was surprised to hear a strange voice, different than her usual one.

“Can you stand on your feet?” the woman asked again and helped the girl rise up. As she helped her get up, she couldn’t help to notice her ugly and still wet clothes.

“My husband and his band mates have jackets just like yours” she said. “Are you a Metallica fan?”

The dizzy girl realized that “Metallica” was something familiar but couldn’t remember why.

“I don’t know… my head hurts…” she said as she walked, held by the driver and the woman, to the cab.

“You must be having amnesia or something. As soon as we get home, I’ll call my personal doctor. He’s really good.” the blonde woman said.

As the cab went on, the girl tried to remember who that kind woman was. She looked very familiar. Finally, a name came to her mind.

“Uh, you’re Debbie?” she said and she cought, trying to clear her throat. Her voice sounded weirs and pitched.

“Yes! It is!” the woman said smiling. “You must be living in the neighborhood and you must be a Metallica fan. What a great surprise to see you know my name. Usually, my husband doesn’t take me to Metallica’s photo sessions or other shit like that, so it’s really strange you know me.” the woman babbled.
“This Metallica sounds familiar…” the girl said. Immediately she slapped her forehead. “I remember!”
Things started getting clear now that the headache was gone.

“Lars sent me to buy beer and it was raining and…”

“Wait, Lars?! Did you say Lars sent you to buy beer?” Debbie said shocked.

“Oh, boy!” the driver mumbled and rolled his eyes.

“Lars is my husband. Lars Ulrich?” Debbie asked, alarmed.

“Yes, Lars, the drummer in the band I’m in; your husband, yeah. We…”

“What do you mean <<the band you’re in>>?!” Debbie yelled.

“Oh, Lars has some explaining to do and you’re coming with me young lady!”

“What do you mean <<young lady>>? I’m a guy. My name is Jason, you know… I’ve been staying at your place the past week.” the girl explained.

Debbie was in shock.
Just then, the car stopped and the driver went to take the baggage from the trunk. He thought there was going to be a hell of a cat fight and was disappointed because he couldn’t hear the rest of the story.
Debbie and the girl went inside the house. In the living room the two found a concerned Kirk; Lars who had just pick up the phone saying <<I’m calling the police>> ; and a grumpy James who was zapping through TV channels, looking slightly worried.
Lars hung up and went to greet his wife.

“Debbie! Am I glad to see you….Jason disappeared!” he said hugging her.

“Did you have a party with girls last night?” Debbie asked and pulled herself from Lars’ arms.
James snorted and Kirk smiled.
Seeing the woman’s surprised face, James added:

“No puss. Trust me…”

Then the other girl felt the need to make her presence noticed.

“Yup! There were no girls. Just the four of us.”

Everybody in the room looked at the place from where the voice was heard. Kirk turned pale. James frowned, trying to realize what was so familiar about the girl.

“And who the hell are you?” Lars asked her. The girl was shocked to see that she now had Lars’ height.

“What the fuck happened while I was gone?” she asked, coming closer to Lars and put her hand above her and Lars’ heads . She had another shock when she saw her hand. It was small and very different from what she remembered. “What the fuck happened to my hands?”

“Do we know you?” Lars asked sincerely surprised.

“She looks a little bit like Jason…” Kirk whispered.

“I am Jason! What kind of sick joke is this?” the girl said, loosing her patience.

“That’s what we’re trying to find out.” Lars said, frowning. “Are you Jason’s sister or what ?”

“I’m a guy! It’s me, Jason!!!” she yelled but then turned pale.

“You know? I just remembered something… I think I was stroke by lightning last night.”

Her heart started pounding as she went in the hallway to look in the mirror.
Everybody in the living room heard a scream.

“Nooooo!!! What the shit is this? What the…” the girl screamed, touching her breast. “I’m a girl!!!!!!!!!!”
That was all the girl remembered because in a second, she fainted.

Poor Jason :lol: This is going to be interesting, and yes, I'm Vanessa :)

You know I love your story sis! :heart:

Here's another chapter, if anybody cares to read. Thanks for the comment, Vanessa and Mihaela :D
You must know that from now on I'm going to talk about Jason using "she".
So here goes:

Chapter Three:


Jason woke up later and saw his band mates and Debbie looking at him, concerned.

“Ugh…. Man, I had a weird dream. I turned into a girl and you guys didn’t know it was me…” he said but stopped because he had the same voice as in “the dream”. He rose up and looked at his hands and touched his chest again.

“Oh, shit….It wasn’t a dream… I really have boobs!” he whispered. Then he freaked out.

Lars rolled his eyes to James and Kirk and then to Debbie.

“Let me talk to you guys for a second.” he said.

The three guys and Lars’ wife gathered in a corner, leaving Jason to cry, scream and whine.

“I don’t believe any of this bullshit!” Lars said.

“I think it really is Jason…” Kirk said.

“I just want a logical explanation to this…” Debbie added.

“What do you say, James? Is that girl really Jason?” Kirk asked.

“I say we ask him… her… whatever some questions to which only Jason knows the answer.” James said.

“Oh, cool!” Kirk exclaimed.

They turned around to face Jason.

“Ja… hey, you! Whoever you are!” James caught his attention.

“We wanna ask you some questions.”

“You still don’t believe me?” Jason asked, hysterically

“Just answer some questions. By the way, would you believe a girl that shows up at your place, saying she’s Lars?” James asked.

“Well, no….Okay! Shoot! I’ll prove you I’m Jason.” Jason said.

“When did you join Metallica?” Kirk asked.

“Last year. The day after Cliff’s funeral. Jason answered promptly.

“Too easy!” shot Lars. “One night we talked about our first time. When was mine?”

“You said you were 17, with a whore, in Los Angeles.” Jason answered.

James rose an eyebrow. “How much was the bill you had to pay in that hotel in Tokyo and why?”

“You guys bought drinks and put it all on me. I had to pay one hundred mother fucking dollars…” Jason said smiling.

“What’s my secret desire?” Kirk asked.

“You told me last night… before you past out: you want a doll factory.” Jason said.

“It’s him!” Kirk exclaimed.

“I don’t know…” Lars said. “One more question.” and went to whisper in Jason’s ear: “What did I tell you about my honeymoon?”

Jason whispered back: “That you cheated on Debbie. She had cramps and you were pissed of so you slept with a Hawaiian dancer.”

Lars pulled away with his eyes wide open, in shock.

“Yup! It’s Jason.” he said.

“What were you two talking about?” Debbie asked, suspiciously.

“You wouldn’t want to know… Something about a rash…” Lars answered promptly.

“Yuck…” Kirk said, shrugging.

“It’s all so nice and it all matches, but… why is ‘Jason’ a girl?” James asked, looking at Jason.

Jason’s smile went away.

“I don’t know. I was going to buy beer. I even bought Kirk his lipstick…” he said touching his now bigger lips and saw traces of lipstick. “I even tried it on. See?” he continued, showing his band mates his red fingertips.

“So I was walking back home when there was a white flash and a terrible headache and then… nothing.” he continued to explain.

“There were two boxes of beer next to you on the sidewalk…” Debbie said, silently.

“Why didn’t you bring them here?” Lars frowned at his wife.
Everyone stared at him.

“Now do you believe me?” Jason asked.

“So you’re telling us you got stroke by lightning and poof! you turned into a girl.” James made a recap.

Jason nodded. Everybody looked surprised and, especially, confused.

“So…” Lars said, breaking the ice. “Now you have a puss…”

Everybody laughed, except for Jason, who frowned and started whining and screaming again. It felt just like when he did backup vocals , but screaming for no reason seemed the second best thing of being a girl, except for the pair of boobs.

*****
The English clock continued to tick on its monotonous pace, interrupting the weird silence. The scent of English muffins came from the kitchen. Lars looked at the girl( Jason actually) that sat on the couch opposite him. She was staring blankly at the ceiling, laid back on the couch, balancing one of her legs on the rhythm of the clock. A few seconds later she blinked twice and rolled her purple- blue eyes to Lars.

“What am I gonna do?” she whispered to the drummer.

Lars looked at her for a second and rose his shoulders, turning his eyes to the door from where Debbie appeared with a plate full of muffins.

“ It’s been like a grave in here since James and Kirk left… Cheer up! You’re lucky to be alive!” the woman broke the ice.

Jason just shook her head and went on to studying the ceiling.

“ You might not realize it now but… maybe this is a gift… a valuable experience… “ Debbie went on. “You want some English muffins?”

The word ‘English’ reminded Lars something. He slapped his forehead.

“Oh, shit! You know, Jase…we start the ‘Monsters of rock’ tour the day after tomorrow!”

Jason’s eyes widened.

“I’ve totally forgotten about that…” she said.

“I think we should cancel it.” Lars suggested.

“But I really needed that money. To pay the rest of the rent.” Jason said.

“You can’t show up in front of the fans like that.” Lars snapped, pointing at her.

Jason took her head in her hands. Lars was right. What would the fans say if Metallica showed up with a girl bassist?

“Can you still play bass or did the lightning took your skill along with your dick?” Lars asked, smiling as he took a bite of a muffin.

“You’re really helping him…or her, Lars!” Debbie frowned at her husband.

“It was a focking joke!” Lars defended himself.

“I could just perform somewhere in the back or something like that…” Jason suggested.

“What about the backup vocals? Are you gonna sing to the fans with that voice?” Lars asked.

“Kirk can do it.” Jason answered.

Lars laughed.

“That would be a blast!” Lars said, sarcastically. “Oh, wait! We’re releasing the EP in a week! Good thing we took the pictures…”

“I really think I can handle the tour.” Jason said.

“Let’s just talk with James and Kirk and see what they say. But it’s ten days. Five concerts. Not just one…” Lars explained.

Jason sank deeper into the couch, holding her knees with her hands.

“What am I ever gonna do? What have I done wrong in my life to deserve this?” she thought. Then her eyes widened :”What if I’m never going to turn back into a guy?”

Poor Jason, he's a she :lol: I do wonder what they're going to do on tour, though. It's going to be interesting, and what Lars did with Debbie was bad, bad Lars :angry

Thanks for reading.
Here's another one.


Chapter Four:



The sound of birds in the trees near the house and Lars and Debbie’s morning sex woke Jason up the next day.
She had fallen into a deep sleep mostly because of all the worries and also because she spent the other night laying in the rain.
Now she felt she had a fever and her throat was fucked up. She looked over to the drawer for some aspirin. Instead, she found a small mirror which Lars would use to squeeze his pimples. She took the mirror, hoping to find the reflection of the normal face but was disappointed to see a womanly figure instead. She looked at it. The eyes were definitely the same but it seemed that the face’s bone structure modified a bit. Her features were now… feminine. She put her fingers on her lips. The mouth was really changed: just a bit smaller, with fuller lips. She had longer eyelashes too.
After putting the mirror back on the drawer, she went on checking the rest of her body. She rose one of her legs and studied it. Those legs would have rocked… on a girl.
She let her leg down and sighed.
Just then a messy haired Debbie, wearing her husband’s bathrobe came in.

“Hey! Mornin’! I didn’t know you were up this early….” Debbie smiled.

Jason smiled back.

“You want some breakfast?” Debbie asked coming in the room.

“Yeah…sure.” Jason said rising on her elbows.

“What’s wrong? Are you sick?” Debbie asked, concerned. She came closer and placed her hand on Jason’s forehead.” You have a fever.

“I’m sure it’s nothing. I’ll take an aspirin and I’ll be fine…” Jason mumbled, closing her eyes.

“Stay here I’ll bring you one.” Debbie said, stepping out of the room.

“She’s acting so normal. As if her husband’s band mate didn’t just turn into a girl…” Jason thought. She then opened her eyes and frowned. Where did that thought come from? Was being bitchy another thing added to ‘the package’?

Thanks to Debbie’s help, Jason felt better later on, so she left with Lars to meet with the manager.

The guys had a hard time convincing the manager that Jason turned into a girl, but after a brief interrogatory, the dude said:
“Never in my life have I seen anything like this…”

“So you believe us?” Lars asked.

“Well, I guess. I hope this is not a joke!” the manager warned.

“Do we look like we have the time and the mood for sick jokes?” James asked hastily.

“Let’s see what to do about the tour…” Lars said, just in time to stop a fight.

“Well, we could release the EP the day after tomorrow, on the 21st and you go on tour on the 22nd.” the manager said.

“Wow, we have one day left.” Kirk said.

“I thought you said we go on tour tomorrow…” Lars said, scratching his head.

‘No… I said the 22nd. look!” the manager said pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. “Metallica- Monsters of Rock tour: August 22nd- August 30th.”

“Just nine days…” Kirk sighed with relief.

“We can’t miss this tour so here’s the deal: Kirk, you will do the backup vocals (Kirk shrugged but didn’t complain) and you, Jason, will stay away from the spot light. You will wear your usual clothes and keep your eyes on your bass. Let’s just hope no one will notice Metallica hired a chick to play bass.” the manager explained.

“Cool!” Lars said and they all rose from their chairs to leave.

I can't wait to see Metallica go on tour, this is going to be interesting :lol:

Me like your story!

I liked this part:

Keep up the good work or I'll kill you! :bat :lol:

Here's another one for whoever cares to read.
I have no idea how I'm going to finish this and I hope it doesn't turn slashy.

Here we go...

Chapter Five:


The next day the band did a rehearsal before going on tour. Jason was relived to see her bass playing was not affected by the ‘transformation’. The bass went perfectly with the rest of the instruments as the band played in perfect harmony. For Metallica, all the problems were gone when they were performing.
***
It was a cool August morning. The band jumped into a van that was rented by the manager. After they took their places, the manager turned to them from his seat.
“Good morning guys and Jason!” he said merrily.
The guys murmured some kind of greeting. It was too early in the morning for Metallica to get up.
Kirk rubbed his sleepy eyes, sighed and looked out the window. Lars took out of his pocket a porn magazine and began to look through it. Jason looked down at her shoes. Nobody was in the mood for talking so early in the morning. She looked to her right to see James who was looking out the window with his chin resting on his hand. He eventually turned around to talk to the manager.
“So when is our flight at?” he asked.
“At seven. We’ll be there in no time.” the manager answered tuning around to look at him.
“I hope we’re not going to fly on ‘economical’ again…” Lars mumbled rising his eyes from the magazine.
“Actually… I made a deal with a rich dude and you guys will be flying to England on one of his private jets.”
“What?!” the band gasped at the same time.
“Cool! But how come?” Lars said, closing the magazine.
“Well, the guy owed me big time…and there is another big reason: you couldn’t get on an ordinary plane as a whole band because of Jason’s…change. Imagine the airport staff checking his ID and seeing that he was a she actually.” the manager finished his explanation.
Jason’s jaw dropped. She never thought of that. Were there any more problems she can cause to Metallica?
The rest of the band was as shocked as she was.
“We’re here! Let’s get on that plane!” the manager interrupted the silence.

When they arrived in England, a cab took them to the hotel.
“I booked you separate rooms. Get some rest and stay safe. We can’t screw up this tour. Did I make myself clear?”
The guys rolled their eyes and went to their rooms. It was too early to go to bed. Lars smiled to himself as a brilliant idea came to his mind.

What's Lars got in mind? :wink

Sorry I left this behind a little bit.
I promise I'll try and write some more for whoever cares to read.
:biggrin

Hi, I'm back. I had to think about this and realise where I'm going with it. I don't feel too motivated to write it but I'll try my best.

Thank you Vanesa for the reply!
Here we go again :D


Chapter Six:


The manager opened Lars’ hotel room door without knocking, hoping to find him fast asleep.
Instead he found the rest of the band in there, drinking and smoking. Lars’ face was red from all the laughter. His attention was turned to Jason whose face was also red. Her hair was messed up and she was giggling and spilling beer all over herself.As a guy he didn’t have a problem when he got drunk but now, as a girl it felt like the first time she ever tried beer. She started to feel a bit sick.

Just when Lars was about to ask her something, the manager coughed and all the faces turned to him.
The manager looked furious, sitting on the door step, having his hands folded around his chest and tapping his foot .

“Didn’t I tell you all to get some rest?! God damnit! Lars I had some important business to talk with you. With all of you! I needed you to be sober.”

“We’re drunk almost all the time…” Lars said. “What’s the deal?”

“I’ll tell you all in the morning… Get to bed now!!” the manager ordered.

Kirk, James and Jason got up and had a hard time keeping their balance. James went to the manager and saluted him in a military way and then took off to his room. Kirk smiled innocently at him and went after James.

“Shame on you, young lady! Getting drunk like that…” the manager lectured Jason.

Jason rose an eyebrow while trying to maintain her balance.

“I am truly grateful for all your support Mr. manager. If it weren’t for you, Metallica wouldn’t have made it in this tour… Thank you!” Jason said trying hard not to laugh.

“Stop fooling yourself like that! The tour has just begun! If you’ll stop drinking everything will be okay. Now get to bet!” the manager said to her.

Jason turned pale as her smile wiped off her face.

“I think I’m gonna…” she said but didn’t finish. She threw up all over the manager who screamed and pulled away.

“Look what you did! Go to your room ,now!” he said furiously and exited the room.

Jason wiped her mouth and looked at Lars. They both began to giggle like two stupid school girls.

Poor Jason, it must suck getting drunk as a chick :rolleyes:

Once again, thank you for reading.
Here we go:

Chapter seven:


The next day, very early in the morning, the manager came into Lars’ room followed by a very sleepy James.

“Get up, Lars!” the manager said , coming closer to the drummer and shaking him.

Lars startled violently.

“What the fock?!!” he yelled, sitting up, rubbing his eyes and looking at the evil manager and at James whose eyes were closing from the sleepiness.

“Like I said last night, I have to talk to you immediately.” the manager said, taking a seat on Lars’ bed.

“You’re evil!”Lars growled at him, rubbing his eyes.

Just then the door was opened and Kirk and Jason walked in, both in a bad mood and very sleepy.

“Tell us what is more mother fucking important than letting me sleep in peace? Are we bankrupt?” Lars asked, scratching his head.

“Here’s the deal: the daughter of a former governor is having a governmental project and she chose the life of a rock band. Her firm paid us a lot of money, enough to cover half of the recording expenses for your new album.”

“WHAT?!” Lars asked.

“Yeah, you heard me! You’ll be the subject of a sociological study. Be nice to her. After all, her father is a friend of mine and he gave us his private jet to fly here.She will just take notes.” the manager tried to calm the drummer down.

“Just like on Animal Planet …” said Kirk, frowning .

“no.Not like that. Just be nice to her and her father will pay us big bucks.”

The words “bucks” seemed to calm everybody down.

“So what’s her name?”Lars asked.

“Judy Wilson or something like that…She’s a nice girl.”the manager assured them.

“When is she going to, like, watch us?”

“She’ll meet you guys today. She’s gonna watch your concert and see what you guys are doing off stage.

“Is she gonna be there when we’re banging chicks?” James asked.

“No. can’t you just be nice for a few weeks?” the manager asked, exasperated.

“A few weeks?!!” Lars cried.

“A month, that’s all!” the manager explained.

***
The woman took a deep breath and followed Metallica’s manager on the stage. Metallica was doing sound checks.
She walked behind the guy and caught a glimpse of the band. They all wore sunglasses, obviously hiding their swollen eyes and hangover.

The band didn’t notice them so Judy had the chance to witness what she thought was a disturbing scene.
Lars came behind a girl who was checking amplifier and snapped her ass. The girl shrieked and startled. She turned around with a grin and before Lars could defend himself, she kicked him in his balls.

“Ouuuuu!! You dick!” Lars yelled, holding his balls while bending down in pain.

James and Kirk laughed.

“Now I know why girls like to do this.” the girl said smiling and watching how Lars was crying in pain.

“I’ll never be able to have children anymore!” Lars cried.

“Oh trust me. With that kick you’ll still be able to repopulate half of the planet in case of a nuclear disaster.” the girl said, helping the drummer rise from the ground.

The manager coughed to catch their attention. James and Kirk stopped laughing, Lars stopped wining and Jason stopped smiling.

“Everybody, this is Judy Wilson.” the manager introduced the woman.

Judy went to shake the guys’ hands.

“Hi!” she said smiling shyly.

Seeing Judy’s confusion when she shook hands with Jason, the manager explained:
“This is ummm… Jase. She’ll replace their bassist for a while…”

“Is he ill?” Judy asked.

“His dick fell off!” Lars said causing another laughter eruption from James and Kirk. Jason smiled and shot the drummer with a false threatening look.

Oh dear, this is going to get interesting :rolleyes:

Bhahahaha! This was funny!

I loved the image of the guys(and Jason :rolleyes: ) barely stood still! :lol:

This was the best thing ever:

And this:
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Very good! Can't wait to see Jason handling the situation of being on stage as a girl.

Thank you so much Vanessa and Mihaela for the replies. It means alot to me :heart:

Here's another chapter:

Chapter eight:

The crowd roared as Metallica entered the stage. James came in front of the microphone, took it with both of his hands and said:
“Hey!”

The crowd went wild.

The rest of the band took their places. Jason found a darker part of the stage. He saw Kirk, nervous, adjusting the mic stand. She knew that Kirk didn’t want to sing but, in this situation, he had to do it…


“How are ya?” James asked the public, smiling.

“Good” the crowd answered.

“That’s good to hear ‘cos…. I’ve got something to say!” James began to sing “Last caress”.

The crowd began to headbang , feeling the music. Judy was in the crowd, enjoying the show. The English public seemed to like Metallica a lot, she thought. Bon Jovi played just before Metallica and the public didn’t go this wild.

They played Master of Puppets, Creeping Death and more songs from “Garage days re-revisited”.
Jason did her best to play right and stay away from too much exposure.
When Metallica ended the gig, they all sighed in relief: the first show finished with no incidents.

Judy followed them to the dressing room to congratulate them.

“Great show guys!” she said.

“Hey, thanks!” Jason said walking in the dressing room.

Judy was shocked to see that Jason just took a shower while the guys in her band were in the dressing room.

“This is interesting…” she thought. “Hey guys, I’ll wait in the car.” she said to them and went to take a seat in the car that would take them to the hotel.

James, Lars and Kirk watched as Jason got out of the shower and began to shake her head so that her hair can dry faster.

“Too bad she’s wearing a bathrobe…” Lars thought, staring at his bassist’s wet and naked legs.

Later on the band joined Judy in the car. James met a groupie on the way out and made some room for her in the car.
Jason saw that on her left Judy was staring at her with a weird smile on her face.

“What?” Jason asked.

“Nothing… It’s just that I find some things … weird.” Judy explained.

“Many things are weird in Metallica.” Kirk answered and he and Lars laughed.

Back at the hotel, the guys in Metallica got a little wasted.
Judy took notes as she studied how the guys acted. They were talking and laughing loudly. Jason was even more wasted than the others although she drank just as much as the guys did. She and James’ groupie giggled madly, listening to Lars’ porn stories.
Later on, the alcohol made them a bit melancholic. Jason, Kirk and Lars were sitting on a couch and staring at James and his groupie making out. Lars sighed.

“Get a room!” Kirk addressed the couple and threw an empty bottle at them.

After James and the girl left, Lars looked at Jason who looked at Kirk.

“Want some more beer?” Jason asked the two guys who started laughing.

“I’m getting bored… let’s play cards.” Kirk said, taking out of his pocket some cards.

“Oooh, let’s play truth or dare!” Lars suggested, getting excited.
Jason opened another can of beer and drank half of it at once. The three gathered around a coffee table and Kirk shuffled the cards.

***

“Haaaa!! I won !” Kirk shouted victoriously. “Lars, truth or dare?”

“Dare.” a very drunk Lars answered.

Kirk smirked.

“I dare you to kiss Jason!” he said.

“What? Where?” Lars asked.

“Where do you think, stupid? In the ass?” Kirk spat.

Lars looked at Jason and Jason looked at him. The drummer could always say no, but he didn’t want to be called a coward. Plus, he was very drunk and he missed Debbie (or any other woman, for that matter…).

“Well?” Kirk asked, raising an eyebrow.

Lars took a deep breath and pulled himself closer to Jason. The girl just looked at him, expressionless.

“This should be interesting…” Jason thought as she took the hair that covered her face and put it behind her ears.

Judy, who was in a dark corner of the room, raised an eyebrow.

“This is getting interesting… and we’re not even in the 1990’s…” she thought.

Just when Lars came even closer to Jason’s face , the manager burst into the room.

“What the….?!!” the nasty guy said. “Lars! Jason!”

“Stop screaming! My head hurts!” Jason said holding her head with her hands and looking very sick.

“We have to leave tomorrow morning! Get to bed! Enough fooling around!” the manager lectured them. Kirk and Jason got up from the floor to go to their rooms.

“You’re a Nazi!” Lars shot at the manager.

Jason had a big shock seeing Judy in the corner.

“Good night guys!” she said, winking at Jason.

“Great! Now she thinks I’m a slut…” Jason thought, walking as straight as her feet could allow her to her room.

Oh dear, this is going to be interesting :biggrin I wonder what Judy's reaction is going to be :wink

poor jason!!!!

something tells me this Judy chick is a) bi or b)lez and she's gonna give jason an experience

Hi girls!
Thanks for writing the comments!

I have a problem: i don't really know what to write about the tour.I'm having amini-block :blush:
So I fixed the problem by inviting my sister, mihaela_metallica to write whatever she wants for this section of my fanfiction.
I promise I'll be back pretty soon, just need to end the tour part :D

So here goes(you'll have a good laugh, I know I did :lol: ):

Chapter nine:

The next day they took off to the other English town, where they had to perform. They had the day off before the concert, so they decided to take advantage of that.

That night, the guys and Jason and Judy were walking in the darker sides of the town, till James spotted a strip bar near by. They stopped at the entrance. James turned to Jason and said with an evil grin on his face:

“I guess you are not coming….”

“What? Why? Of course I’m coming!” Jason said immediately but she heard a gasp from Judy, who was behind her. “Oh man!” Jason thought.

“I…I mean you’re right James…what does a respectable girl like me do in a strip bar where all the beautiful girls are exposing their selves like that…” Jason said and peeped at Judy who nodded.

Lars and Kirk looked at each other and burst into laughter.

“Hey, why won’t you and Judy go to the guys stripping bar down the alley?” James asked and pointed at a bar which wasn’t too far from there.

“Sounds fare to me!” Judy said. Jason’s jaw dropped.

“You’re shitting me, right James?” she said amazed. The guys were laughing their asses off.

“Come on Jase! You don’t want to see sinful girls! Or are you a lezbo?” Kirk said and the rest burst into laughter again.

Jason just gave them a blank stare. She couldn’t believe that they were doing this to her!

“Come on Jase!” Judy said and grabbed Jason by her hand and started to pull her after her.

“Bye Jason!” James said after them and entered the strip bar.

The girls went down the alley. They entered the guy strip bar. It was smoke and awful smells everywhere. Jason looked at the stage where three guys were doing a lap dance to a girl from the public. Jason was in hell!

“Look! Seats in the front row!” Judy said and dragged Jason after her.

“No! I prefer to stay in the back!” Jason said trying to oppose Judy.

“Non sense!” Judy said and made her stay on a chair right next to the stage. She sat down too. She opened her little purse and took out a pair of glasses, to see the show better.

After the strippers finished with the girl, they started to look around in the public for another ‘victim’. Jason looked in another direction, hoping that she will not be noticed, but unfortunately a stripper stretched a hand for Jason to take it and to come up stage. Jason looked at the stripper and gulped.

“No…not me!” Jason said very polite.

“Come on!” the stripper said with a slutty smile on his face. “Don’t be shy!”

“Go girl!” Judy said and forced Jason to get up from her chair. The stripper grabbed Jason’s hand and dragged her on stage. Jason looked around and saw may girls looking at her and the three strippers that were around her.

“She’s a shy one!” one of the strippers said to the public.” Let’s see what’s she made off!”

“What?” Jason asked but immediately she was put on a chair in the middle of the stage. The strippers came around her and started to touch her. Jason felt sick!

One of the strippers took Jason’s hand and used it to touch his own body. Jason wanted to throw up, right now, right there. Another stripper took his pants down from one move and came closer to Jason. He sat on her lap and started to move very provocative.

“Enough!!!!” Jason cried, but the strippers didn’t want to hear. They continued their show forcing Jason to touch them and do other obscene moves.

After they were done with her, they let her go. Jason made two steps and collapsed on the stage unconscious.

***

“Jason! Jason!” a voice very familiar said.

Jason opened her eyes slowly. She saw Lars standing above her.

“What happened?” Jason asked rubbing her eyes and tried to get up.

“Dude! I mean….girl! Judy told us that you collapsed on the stage to the…to the…” but Lars couldn’t finish his sentence because he and the rest of the guys who were there burst into laughter. “To the strip bar!”

Flashes of memories came in Jason’s head.

“Oh, man!” she said putting she’s hands to her eyes.

“You seemed to have too much fun!” Kirk said coming to Jason. They were in one of their hotel room.

Poor Jason :lol:

Oh, my poor twisted imagination :lol:

OMFG!... :lol: :lol: :lol:
Poor Jason...

Thank you for your comments!

here's a short one:

Chapter Ten:

Jason whipped her mouth and flushed the toilet. She rose from where she knelt (next to the toilet) and went to look in the bathroom mirror.

“What a night…” she thought.

With a rumbling stomach, she went to eat breakfast, downstairs at the hotel’s restaurant.

“That will never happen again…” she said to herself. She considered that alcohol was the reason she had trouble during this tour. She remembered as she almost kissed Lars and she couldn’t remember anything from the concerts because she was too drunk. The strip bar incident last night was also her fault.

“I should have told her that I’m a guy and she would have never made me go in there…” she thought.

Jason felt nauseous again as flashbacks from the other night came into her head.
They were going to have another concert on that day and the next day, they would leave to Germany.

“Look who’s here!” she heard Judy say and the woman came to her table. “How did you sleep last night?”

“I past out, so I don’t remember much. Right now I feel sick…” Jason answered.

“That sucks, but it’s because of the industrial quantities of alcohol you consume daily… girl, you’re a record breaker!” Judy joked and laughed.

“Whatever… I’ll never step into a guy strip bar again!” Jason said.

“I noticed you didn’t enjoy it…” Judy said.

“I hated it!” Jason said hastily and felt her stomach aching.

“You don’t like guys?” Judy asked, looking knowingly at Jason.

“Yeah right!!!” Jason said, laughing. “Let me tell you something…”

Judy moved in her chair, taking a comfortable position, ready to listen to Jason’s story, when the others came into the restaurant and spotted them.

“Heeey, Jason! How did you sleep? Did you dream strip bars?” Lars joked.

“Fuck you, Lars!” Jason answered, not daring to look at her bandmates.

Why did Lars have to interrupt? :rolleyes:

Hey Jason, how is it with the hangover effect, heh? :biggrin Yeah, like someone would believe him that he's a guy as long as he has boobs and....... :rolleyes:

Come on ! Update( faster that is!)

Oh,no! it's me with my silly story again!!
Sorry,just couldn't keep away from it...
Comment only if you care to,not because you feel obliged.


So here goes:

Chapter Eleven:


Metallica ended their performance in the last English town of their tour. The next day, they were going to fly to Germany where they would perform two more gigs.
At the hotel, the three guys and Jason gathered in a room to, of course, drink. Judy, as usual, studied them from a corner of the room. The band played truth or dare. When Lars won, he smiled and turned to Jason.

“Jason, I ain’t gonna ask you: ‘truth or dare’; instead, I’ll give you a hundred bucks if you can …entertain me.” Lars said with a smirk.

“What do you want me to do? Strip?” asked Jason, rising an eyebrow.

“Well, yeah!” Lars answered frankly.

All eyes turned to Jason. Jason looked around for help, but Kirk looked away and James raised an eyebrow, waiting to hear what she’ll do. Then, Jason remembered about the rent she still had to pay.

James moved in his seat, waiting to see the show.

“I’m serious, Jason! I’ll give you 100 bucks if you strip for us!” Lars said.

James burst into a loud and colorful laughter.

“Pfff!! Yeah, right!” said James. “I bet on 200 bucks he, I mean SHE won’t do it!”

As a response, Jason got up from the couch and took a sip of beer.

“Okay! We’ll see about that! I don’t give a shit if you see my boobs. They’re not mine, anyway!” Jason said and started to lift her t-shirt. Lars turned to James with a victorious look on his face.

“Keep an eye on the show, Larsy!” James said, pointing at Jason.

Jason put her fingers on fringe of her T-shirt and lifted it up, slowly. Gradually, her belly button and more and more skin began to appear.

“Oh, you’re seriously shitting me!” they all heard a sound from a corner of the room and saw Judy, rising from her chair to leave the room.
Although she knew she was not supposed to interfere, Judy felt sorry for the way Jason was degrading herself in front of some guys.

Jason felt sick when she saw Judy. She had forgotten all about her. She dropped the edge of her t-shirt before the guys got to see anything interesting.

“I’m going to bed. My head hurts…” Jason said, looking down and went out of the room after Judy.

“Haaa!!!” James yelled. He was surprised to see the sudden change in Jason’s behavior, but was now happy that he won 200 bucks. He stretched his hand to Lars. “200 dollars, Larsy!”

Lars frowned and sank his hand in his pocket.

***
The days past by and Metallica reached the last day of their tour.

As Metallica played their last gig, in broad daylight somewhere in Germany, some of the fans watched with interest the new bassist.

“It looks like a girl to me!” a girl from the crowd told her boyfriend.

“Nonsense! It’s a guy called Jason or something.” he answered.

“Why is he hiding?” the girl asked.

“He’s not hiding!” the boy answered on a smart ass tone to his girlfriend. “ Metallica are keeping the new guy in the dark to show that Cliff is missing!”

The girl looked in awe to her boyfriend.

At the end of the concert, some fans managed to make it back stage.

Jason walked off the stage, looking down, breathing heavily from the effort but happy that the nightmare tour was finally over.
She froze when she bumped into the fans.
The fans looked at her and she looked at them, not knowing what to say.

“I told you it’s a girl!” the girl fan said and smacked her boyfriend’s head.

Just then they all heard somebody cough and Jason was relieved to see it was James.

“Hey!” he greeted the fans. “How’s it going?” He made a few steps backwards and the fans turned after him. Jason saw James shooting her a “get the fuck out of here” look.

That was all Jason needed to see. She turned around and ran, leaving the singer handle the problem. In the corridor that led to the dressing room, Jason saw Judy talking to a guy from Bon Jovi. The girl looked annoyed.

“Oh, look! Another one!” the guy said, looking at Jason. “What is it about this Metallica that attracts all the chicks? Why won’t you girls come to our dressing room? That’s where the magic happens!”

He pulled Jason closer and tried to kiss her. Jason slapped him with all her force and the guy landed on the ground. Judy looked at Jason in shock.

“Let’s just get the fuck out of here…” Jason suggested, seeing as the guy moaned and tried to get up.

“Dude… what the fuck happened?” asked James, a few minutes later when he saw the poor bastard from Bon Jovi.

“This… girl…NO, a guy in a girl’s body, no… a monster beat the shit out of me!” the guy said. He looked spooked.

James laughed and helped him get up.

“You guys should keep your groupies in a leash!” the guy from Bon Jovi said, after he got up.

***
The next day, on the jet that took them back to USA, Judy had time to think of the weird things she saw happening in Metallica. She was especially about the strange woman, called Jason.
“ Not only does she have a guy name, but she also wears guy clothes and walks like a guy.” she thought.
At the beginning, Judy admired the girl because she was so original. She thought that Jason was one of those girls who are not afraid to wear what is comfortable, even if that means wearing guy clothes, but the more Judy stood with the band, the more she realized Jason was crazy. As much as Judy accepted people, she still couldn’t stand to see Jason degrading herself. She remembered what Jason said the other day: “they’re not mine, anyway…”What was that all about?

Poor Jason, being a man trapped in a woman's body must suck :(

Aww man! You should have let Jason strip :lol:

Lol at the guy from Bon Jovi trying to get laid with..Jason :lol:

I want to read some more :biggrin

I agree!!!...You should let Jason strip...
I'd like to see the reaction of the guys!!!!!! :biggrin


Keep goin'!!!!

Wow, comments! I can't believe people still read this :blink:
Thank you so much! :heart:



Chapter twelve:

It was the beginning of September. It was a hot early-autumn afternoon. The guys planned to meet and think about what they would do: after all, thay had to start working on ideas fo the next album... Luckily for them , it was a non-Judy meeting.

Jason knocked on the door, looking around. The lawn seemed to have never been mowed and the trash can was overflowing with stinky, old garbage. Jason rolled her eyes:“Typical James…” she thought.

Just then James opened the door.

“Come in.” he said, stepping aside to let Jason in. “Lars and Kirk should be here in a second…”

They walked into the living room. It was poorly furnished; only the necessary stuff was around: a huge, black leather couch, a TV, some black leather armchairs, a bookshelf, a coffee table heaped with papers and mugs and a dead plant in a corner.

Jason laughed at the sight at the poor dead plant. James turned to see what was she laughing of and frowned.

“Oh, that! Debbie brought it over one day and expected me to take care of it. You know her shit…” he explained rolling his eyes. “Want something to drink? I only have beer and tap water.”

“No, thanks…” Jason smiled and took a seat on the couch. James sat next to her and started to switch through the TV channels.

Jason looked at the coffee table. It was overloaded with junk and sheets of paper. On the top of the pile were a big notebook and a necklace.

“What’s that?” Jason asked James pointing at the necklace.

“Oh… I went over to Cliff’s folks the other day and they gave me that as a ‘late birthday present’…” James explained, taking it and showing it to the bassist. It was a metal dog’s or wolf’s head hanged on to a black, thick, leather thread.

“Cool!” Jason said, giving it back to James after studying it carefully.

James took it and looked at it as if it was a valuable treasure. It really meant a lot to him to have that belonged to Cliff. He sighed and Jason saw the sadness in his eyes. She felt sorry for the singer: it must have sucked loosing a best friend…

She turned her eyes back to the coffee table eyeing the notebook with great interest.

“What’s this?” she asked and didn’t wait for James to answer, taking the notebook and flicking through it. It was half written but not with James’ hand writing.

“It’s Cliff’s. I found a song in it and… I think we should try and use it on the next album.” James explained, coming closer to her and turned the pages to where the song that later became known as ‘To live is to die’ was.

Jason was in awe. She was holding Cliff’s notebook in her hands. It felt like a Christmas morning.
James saw the mix of joy, bewilderment and excitement on Jason’s face: like a fan that just had an autograph from his idol. It was that look on her face that reminded James that the person in front of him was actually a guy.

“How the hell did this guy turn into a fucking… chick! With boobs!” James thought, checking her out. Inevitably, his gaze turned to her boobs.

He then looked back at the necklace, took it and tried to put it around his neck.

“Can I help?” Jason asked, seeing James struggle to tie a knot behind his back.

“…Sure…” James answered, still trying to tie it. He handed the ends of the thread to Jason and turned his back on her. Jason took the ends and made a very complicated knot.
“The guy’s been working out lately…” Jason couldn’t stop noticing. She looked at his shoulders and wide back.

“There you go!” Jason said letting go of the necklace and patting James on the back.

”Thanks!” James said and turned around to face her.

Just then the doorbell rang; James jumped up and went to open for the Lars and Kirk.

The two took a seat on one armchair. Kirk sat on the arm and Lars on the main seat, spreading his legs on the coffee table. They were both smiling for some reason.

“Sorry it took us so long to get here! Kirk had to stop at the store to buy cigarettes.” said Lars rolling his eyes.


“Hey, you smoke from the pack too!” Kirk defended himself and hit the drummer. Lars took Kirk’s hand and bit it. Kirk screeched and fell off the chair. He got up, shooting Lars a threatening look and went to seat on the couch between James and Jason.
Lars smiled and winked at him.

“Would you guys just knock it off?!” James said and looked at the two while Jason giggled. She knew now that Lars and Kirk were just playing another one of their ‘love games’ which were innocent.

“So… any ideas?’ Lars asked James seriously.

“Well… you know? Cliff and I were talking once about war and the shit that it does… I was thinking of something like victim… or something, you know?” James mumbled.

“You mean like in…” Kirk interfered. “…like in… what was that movie called? A movie about this guy that is hurt by a landmine or something…” he said, wrinkling his face and scratching his head, trying to remember.

“’Johnny Got his Gun’?” Jason asked promptly.

“Yeah! Exactly!” Kirk exclaimed and smiled to Jason.

James on the other hand, raised an eyebrow. He seemed to have never heard of it before.

“You got to see it! It’s brilliant! This guy goes to war and he gets hurt and the pain is horrible and…” Kirk explained passionately. “It’s rad! You should see it!”

After a pause of silence (the only sounds they could hear were coming from the TV), James changed the channel and the room was filled with the ‘shananananananakneeeees’ of Guns’N’Roses’ Welcome to the Jungle.

They all frowned and made faces and James turned off the TV.

“We’re gonna jam tomorrow, right?” Lars asked. The rest nodded.

Hey, I like Guns n' Roses :wink

I loved this part....I can feel some tension between James and Jason... :rolleyes:

hmmm??? AM I missing something? :lol:

Write some more please!

Yeah, me too(especially Welcome to the jungle :D



Part thirteen:

The next day, the guys and Jason went to Lars’ place to jam and find ideas for the new album.

Things were going great, then after a half an hour later, Debbie walked into the garage to announce that Judy came to watch them.

“Hey, guys! How’s it going?” she asked them.

The guys mumbled some sort of answer.

“I got great news: I’ll check out the writing and recording sessions for a week and a half. You guys are going to get rid of me soon!” Judy continued.

“Oh, you can stay as long as you want! Right guys?” Debbie interfered.

“Oh, yeah! Sure!” Lars lied.

After a short moment of silence Debbie asked: “Does anyone want some chocolate?”

“No thanks…” Judy answered politely.

“Chocolate is for girls!” Lars stated.

“Wrong! Chocolate is for everyone. But girls know how to enjoy it more than guys!” Debbie replied matter-of-factly.

“Heard that Jason?” Lars teased and Jason flipped him off while Kirk and James vociferated and whistled.

“Let’s jam!” James ended the joke time and everybody took their instruments and seats.
Judy took a seat in a dark corner of the garage putting on the headphones Kirk handed to her.

So the band jammed and by the end of the session they had already recorded a tape with some of the riffs they agreed on.

It was six o’clock in the afternoon when they ended the session and went to the kitchen to devour what was Debbie’s all afternoon work: turkey roast.

“Judy, can I talk to you?” Jason asked the girl. They were the last ones in the garage. “I wanted to tell you on the plane but…”

“Sure. What is it?” Judy asked curiously, turning around.

“You better sit down…” Jason warned.

Judy raised an eyebrow and sat on a chair.

“You see, I hope you didn’t mind the strip scene I made in that last night of the tour. I was completely drunk…And I wanted to prove them I don’t give a shit. Who knows what you thought of me… The truth is I really needed that money to pay my rent. ” Jason explained.

“Problems?” Judy asked.

“I’m almost done paying the rent. I got evacuated because I didn’t pay it on time. Now I’m staying at Lars’ place.” Jason explained.

“Oh, I had no idea…” Judy said.

There was a moment of silence.

“Well, that was pretty creepy… that scene in the hotel room. I mean, I really thought Metallica was different: having a woman in their band requires a lot of courage…” Judy said.

“Oh, about that…You see: I’m not actually a girl…” Jason began shyly.
She spent the next half hour explaining to her what happened. So, when she finished, she wasn’t surprised Judy looked as if she was hit by a truck.

“Will you guys come and eat or not?!” Lars barged into the garage, chewing his food loudly.

“I think I just lost my appetite…” Judy said and rose from the chair. “Gotta run…”

“Bye…” Lars waved at her and turned to Jason. “What did you tell her?”

“The truth…” Jason answered.

“You’re such a loser… You know she ain’t gonna believe you…” Lars informed Jason who got up and went to the kitchen.

Judy walked out the front door of Lars’ house as if she was in some ort of a trance.
Clearly, that Jason girl was nuts! Judy tried to find an explanation, thinking that all musicians were a bit weird but Jason was completely insane.

Things, she thought, were going to be interesting…

I don't blame Judy for being skeptical, I'd be too :D

:lol: :lol: Se uita Judy aia crucis la Jason :lol:

I really liked this chapter:)

:lol: :lol: this was the icying

Lol that Judy thinks that Jason is insane. Can't wait for more :rolleyes: :biggrin

Hi, I'm back again :rolleyes:


Part fourteen:


The next day they all showed up at Lars’ place at the same hour. Judy sat in her usual corner, writing down notes.

It was interesting to see a Metallica jamming session: they would all start this great riff, then, all of a sudden, one of Lars’ drums would fall off, Kirk’s hand would slip off the guitar, James would go too fast or who knows what…

Judy also noticed how the boys would act with Jason: no respect at all, as if she was one of the boys. Maybe, she thought, they believe her wild story…

When they got bored and ended early, it was Judy’s turn to ask Jason to talk.

“Ok, so here’s the deal: I kinda felt you weren’t comfortable with the fact that you’re staying here… from our conversation the other day…” Judy said.

“Well, yeah… Lars is married. I feel like the fifth wheel around here…”

“I was thinking…” Judy began. “…if you would want to come live with me. We can split the rent!”

“That sounds great!” Jason cried happily. “But would you be comfortable with me there?”

“Yeah, sure. I’m staying alone in a big house and I was thinking…”

“Sure! Thank you, Judy!” Jason thanked her. “But… do you trust me?”

“I don’t know… What do you think? Can I trust you?” Judy asked sarcastically. She felt that although she was nuts, there was nothing wrong with Jason.

“Oh, I’ll swear I’ll be good! You can trust me: I’ll stay in my room and always flush the toilet…” promised Jason happily.

“Cool. You can move anytime!” Judy said and got up to leave.

Jason hugged her tight to show her gratitude towards Judy for getting her out of Lars’ house.

Later on that evening, Jason told Lars and Debbie the news. Lars didn’t seem to mind that much but Debbie seemed devastated.

“Promise you’ll visit often?” she asked with a sad look on her face.

She was just getting used with another girl in the house. But she soon forgot all about it when Lars pulled her on his lap and planted a big passionate kiss on her lips.

Jason knew it was time to go in her room. She thought that maybe at Judy’s place she wasn’t going to need to go to her room because ‘mom and dad got busy’.

The next day Jason moved in with Judy.
She was surprised to see the small amount of baggage Jason brought in: a suitcase with clothes, a bass and a small rehearsing amplifier.
When Jason entered Judy’s house, she looked around and saw a tastefully decorated hallway.
The living room was also sending a peaceful vibe, very feminine and very relaxing. The walls were painted in a pastel blue and a fluffy grey carpet covered the floor.

“You like it? My mom helped me decorate it.” Judy asked.

“Wow, it’s niiice…” Jason answered.

“Come, let me show you your room!” Judy said and pulled Jason upstairs.

Jason’s room was big: a lot bigger than she needed, painted in the same blue pastel color. As the bassist walked in, her feet sank in the fluffy carpet. The room was poorly furnished: a big bed in the corner, a wardrobe, a closet and a big mirror.

“Make yourself at home!” Judy said and walked out, closing the door behind her.

“Thanks!” Jason said. She plopped on the bed. “This place rocks! Too bad I can’t stay here when I’ll turn into a guy again…” she thought. Her smile disappeared. “Am I ever going to turn back into a guy?”

this story is so insane and this makes it even better! It is funny as hell but I do hope Jason will turn back to normal. Oh btw let him try the feminine sides of the things before he turns to normal. I wonder what will he feel when his time of the moon comes :D lol
Hope you can update soon