Hey guys! This is going to be my first attempt at writing any sort of sexual story. This is going to be a multi chapter story, and it will involve forced changing, along with gay male and gay female sex. Some of it will include forced intercourse, so just a fair warning. All characters in this story are 18+! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Thank you! ^_^
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The audience knew that something magical was happening on stage tonight. A universal awe overcame them all as they watched the beauty unfold in front of them. The violinist's hands were a blur, a perfect symphony of virtuosity and grace. Her eyes were closed and a serene smile graced her lips as she neared the end. When it finally came, and her bow had left the strings, the entire audience was quiet. It was almost as if they were still processing what they had seen. And then, all at once, thunder.
The applause and shouts of approval shook the concert hall. People were out of their seats, trying to convey their thanks to what they had just witness. Sunni Mnclair gave a sweeping bow before turning to the orchestra behind her and urging them to stand up. She knew that without them, she would have been dead in the water. After carefully laying her violin down, she applauded each and every orchestra member, making sure to catch everyone's eye so they knew how grateful she was.
Sunni was a rare breed. At the ripe age of 5, she was giving solo concerts with the local symphony. After graduating at only 13, she went on to be one of the youngest students ever to study at the famous Julliard, an internationally renown school of music. And now, at the age of 23, she was giving a world tour, showing of her exceptional skills.
Sunni's virtuosity wasn't the only thing that caught peoples attention. She herself was a magnificent specimen. She stood at 5'4, and her Asian/Native American heritage gave her an exotic look. With soft, high cheekbones and bright green eyes, she was able to express her pleasure with music clearly. Her body was perfect in every way, with light brown skin and curves where they needed to be. She kept her hair short, with shaved sides and long on the top. Men lusted after her and women envied her.
After the thunderous applause died down, she made her way back stage, still high on the euphoria of the performance. Sunni made it a point to avoid people whenever a concert was over. It wasn't that she was conceited. It was quite the opposite, actually. In her mind, yes, she may have performed a solo piece. But she wanted the audience to focus on the symphony, for they were the heart of the performance. Nine times out of ten, she would slip quietly out the back entrance and drive her car back to her hotel, where she would settle down with her laptop and dinner.
That was another unique thing that set Sunni apart from the others. Instead of flying first class to each concert, she would drive her vehicle from state to state, staying in modest hotels and supporting the local diners. Even her car reflected her personality. It was a 1997 Toyota Camry, a car she had owned since she was 16 years old. She maintained it perfectly, and it ran strong, despite that 220,000 miles on it.
As she pulled into the hotel parking lot and shut off her car, she got out and retrieved her violin. The front desk greeted her with a warm smile as she crossed through the lobby and into the elevator. Right before the doors closed, a voice called out with "Hold the door, please!" Sunni quickly pressed the door open button a moment before a young brunette dashed into the car, her face flush from the quick sprint.
"Oh god, thank you so much." The young girl said, fanning herself. "These things are so slow and I thought you wouldn't keep it open."
