The band plowed ahead. After Topeka, we played Wichita then Oklahoma City and, from there, on to Little Rock, It was like a tour through the goober belt and my pussy went empty since I just wasn't interested in what my roadies brought me. However, Dallas brightened things up considerably. The guys were just flat out foxy and I let a couple of them double team me real good for free. The same went for the second night we played that town. Yeah, culturally, Texas is a backwater; but fuck, the beefcake is as good as the barbecue. When we got to Houston, there were a few blacks in the audience and my girls escorted one backstage for me to worship. His cock wasn't as long as some of the others (he was also just 16!),  but fuck, it was thick and heavy and I romped on it to half a dozen orgasms before he spooged his burden into me.

In Austin, one of the guys who were taken backstage played guitar, too, and we jammed for about half an hour before I sucked his cum out of him. He ate me until he was stiff again and could fuck me. I told him  to come to our concert in San Antonio, which was a bit of a hike (about 100 miles) because I wanted him to give me a guitar lesson since he was a country player. Unfortunately, when I put him on the list as a plus one, that one turned out to be his dad. So I got the guitar lesson, but nothing else that night. It was still fun, though. Then it was a long ass drive to El Paso and an even longer ass journey to Colorado Springs before we hit Denver, where we took a day off and were able to just hang around the hotel all day. It was colder than shit, though, so we didn't go out. Instead, I found a nice hunk of businessman in the bar an we went up to my room, where he drilled the life out of me. He had no idea he was screwing a 16 year old. He was in his late 30's and all I told him about me was that I played guitar in a heavy metal band.

We visited a couple of radio stations while we were there, too, and at one the program director made a pass at me. I kicked him in the nuts with one of my stiletto heel covered feet and they took him to the hospital. So  that ended up turning an instance of sexual harassment into some lulz. The guy was this 50 year old fat, gross asshole and it was actually pretty cool that he gave me a predicate to take him out.

In November, we finally got to California. We played shows in San Diego, Anaheim, Long Beach, the Forum in Inglewood, Fresno, Sacramento and San Francisco. I was able to be at home for three of those shows. It was so good sleeping in my own bed! I went to my school during lunch one day to visit Randy and some of the other people I knew. Randy and I had sex a couple of times while I was in town, too. Jesus, that boy has a fun dick!

By the time we played in Seattle, it was the first week of December. We knocked off for a month so that everybody could be with their families over the Christmas/New Year's holidays. We picked it up again the second week of January to do some dates in the deep south and then head to Canada, where we did half a dozen gigs before going to South America then Europe and, following another month layoff, an eight date Japanese tour, the whole mess concluding in Fukuoka the first week of June.

They asked me to join the band as a full member, but I declined. I just didn't write the kind of material they did. In fact, Mike and I had been writing new tunes of our own off and on the entire tour, unbeknownst to the group. I offered to tour with them again if they required a hired gun after I graduated high school. They refused that offer for now but said they would contact me if they needed someone. Naturally, just about everybody thought I had lost my cotton picking mind. The tracks, though, that Mike and I had been composing were like if you took the Foreigner of their first two albums, Stratovarius, Heart and the Scorpions and threw them into a blender. It in no way was a stylistic match for Powerchain.

Once I was settled back in at home, and God, I was loving it, I took my driver's test using Mike's wheels, snagged my license and then bought a car. I spent the week after that at the beach Only a couple of people recognized me from Powerchain and so I was willing to hang out with them for a bit, which they got a thrill out of.

Both Mike and I had totally decompressed by the time my senior year of high school began in September. I had him live in my house so we could write unimpeded. That first day of school, though, was weird only because here I was now in classes of 30+ kids after spending the previous year in front of 10-15,000 people a night and having them cheer my every move. Before each of my classes, I was peppered with questions about what it was like being with a major band. I got a lot of autograph and photo requests. After the first week, though, I just became part of the scenery and the hoopla died down.

Mike decided to give it one more shot and we put an ad in Music Connection as well as on musicians websites looking for a rhythm section and a keyboardist. I still wanted to stick to guitar, so we opted to bring in someone else to handle the piano and synth work. Because I now had some name recognition, there was no shortage of aspiring musicians answering my ads. I rented a rehearsal studio at SIR for a weekend and Mike and I invited down the most promising candidates. We even brought in some people we saw on You Tube. We drug tested everyone before the tryout proceeded so that we could weed out the waste cases and losers. From that initial  group, we rated the top three on each instrument and then waited for the drug tests to come back. Then we rented another rehearsal studio and reauditioned our top threes to see who we had the best chemistry with. We also extensively interviewed them to make sure they were on the same page as us musically and could commit themselves 100% to this project. By the end of October, we had a full band and put it under the Vicious Sun rubric.

For a month after that, we rehearsed five days a week 4-6 hours a day. I spent roughly $1 million setting up a managerial, marketing and logistical apparatus for us. Included in that figure was also a big investment in equipment and a truck to haul it all in. We did a photo shoot and then went into the studio to cut a three song demo. Then our website went live and we acquired Facebook, Reverb Nation, You Tube and Twitter accounts. I did an interview with Ultimate Guitar to talk about our band, where I lamented that heavy metal had gotten too dirgey and relentlessly depressing and that it was time for a return to the fun, glamor and melodicism of the great 70's and 80's bands.

It was now time to begin playing out  As I had done in previous transformations, I began booking small hall shows, and in fact, our first show ever with this lineup was at an American Legion Hall in north Orange County at $10 a throw on February 1st. We had an opening act, too, making it pretty good value for the entertainment dollar. We sold it out and the reaction to our material was exceedingly good.

The small  hall gigs were very successful and, in April, we were booked into the Roxy in Hollywood and killed. We were offered a couple of record deals, but  I chose to run our own record company so we could charge less for our cds and maintain control over masters and songs. In June, after I graduated high school, we rehearsed the shit out of the 12 songs we wanted to put down on plastic and then went into the studio with Max Norman. We did our debut album in three weeks.working 12 hour days and then hit the road with a nationwide club tour.

In the midst of those rehearsals, Kevin phoned me. He said that he had broken up with his girlfriend and wanted to move in with me and go to college at a university not far from my house. Of course, I was all for it in principal. However, by the time he was able to arrive here, the band  was cutting our album. I only got to see him for maybe 3-4 hours a day, if that. I was usually pretty knackered by the time I got home and not really in the mood for sex. Once we were finished with the record, we rehearsed for a month and subsequently embarked on our tour. Nonetheless, he was glad to be back out in SoCal at the very least even if I wasn't going to be home for six months. I gave him permission to screw around with whoever he wanted while I was gone, but if he ended up in a committed relationship, he would have to move out.

Feeling absolutely no guilt, I regularly took other guys to bed on this tour. For example, in Phoenix,  there was a group of guys waiting outside the club to meet us and get autographs, especially mine.Among them was a very cute Filipino kid with long hair halfway down his back. In fact, he reminded me of the very yummy guys who were in Dark Angel. "Hey sweety, can you come with me for a minute?" I asked him. He quickly consented and I led him into the back of my tour bus, where I had my own curtained off section and a fold out bed. He sat on the bed, I told him to take off his black leather jacket and then it was on. We made out and he felt me up, including fingering me, and then we both disrobed and I laid on my back, whereupon he steered his penis into me. He lasted less than ten minutes, but it was long enough for me to have an orgasm and have some cum tucked into me. We dressed and he rejoined his pals.

Whenever it was possible, we tried to connect with every internet radio outlet and regional metal magazine we could. As the tour progressed, the interest in us grew, as did our record sales. We began getting some radio airplay out of the midwest and then that grew to the point we had to have another 300,000 copies of our CD printed. It snowballed from there and our album eclipsed gold. Now there were headlines in the trades and the specialist magazines, like, "is traditional heavy metal ready to make a comeback?"

When I came off the road, Kevin had a surprise for me: an engagement ring. That wasn't all. He also collared me  This meant that I had to kick Mike out of my house, which he understood could have happened at any time. I put him in a rental  house in the vicinity and paid his first year's rent so that he wasn't left high and dry. Kevin knew the deal, though: he couldn't get in the way of my band. By the same token, when I wasn't dealing with band stuff, I had to be naked and wear my collar, which had, "Slut" written on it in metal studs, while in our home. Part of my service to him was helping him with his term papers while also teaching him guitar.

When I wasn't doing that, I was dispensing checks to the band members and our employees. We had more than recouped my investment in the band by the end of the year and we even made a few hundred thousand dollars.

We rehearsed our asses off like with the first record and had Max come in again to produce it. We did that record in only three weeks, too, and it just exploded at radio. Calling in a print run of one million copies isn't fun, but that was exactly what we had to do and then I had to triple that by the end of the month. We then went out on the road with Kevin as my guitar tech. I wore my collar 24/7 even then and most people took it as me just trying to be provocative rather than being submissive to Kevin. Having him there proved to be beneficial for both personal and professional reasons. First, he was ramming my pussy like nobody's business most days and keeping me in line, which I needed.

Secondly, though, he came up with a bunch of riffs himself that ended up being the missing components to a bunch of other parts of songs we had written but abandoned because they didn't really work. He still wasn't as  technically complete a player as I or Mike were, but he was getting there and was beginning to find his footing as an axeman. Anyway, we were able to resurrect those tracks and, along with contributions from some of the other band members, devised an entire album's worth of tremendous material. Nonetheless, the new album was successful enough to where we cancelled the entire second half of our original tour schedule and booked ourselves into the biggest coliseums in the country.

When we finished that tour, we had so many songs it was unreal. Writing in the hotel, writing on the bus, writing at dinner, the ideas just kept flowing. We rehearsed for two months after that getting the songs down to a tee, brought Max back yet again, only to this time take four months to record three albums. Then we waited another six months before releasing our third opus, toured it and, during the course of that two year forced march, we released the fourth album. When that finally ran its course, Kevin and I married. We didn't tour the fifth album because we wanted to stay away from the road for a while. Kevin, though, continued to come up with cool riffs and so did Mike and that allowed me to kind of help sew it all together. That resulted in our sixth and final album before I called a halt to the band, saying that I wanted to go out on top. I was moving on now, just wanting to play for fun and not as a job. Mike's wife certainly wanted him to be more present for their three kids (who I was godmother to). I could also be a more devoted slave to my Master.

We decided to occasionally reform for charity shows only.

Kevin and I were married for 52 years before he passed away at 79. My musical partner in crime, Mike, preceded him to the grave, but he was older than both Kevin and I, so he was 81 when his  ticket got punched. Again, I was so thankful for everything that I experienced during this transformation and I will always love Kevin. He was so much what I needed. It was such a blessing when he came back to me.

I grieved for Kevin for a couple of months and then sold off all of my worldly belongings and donated the profits to charity, including my house. The day the home sale was completed, I went into my "Vishnu room," prayed and then said I wanted to go back to my house on the same morning in 2011 before I underwent the time shift and transformation. My next memory after that was me waking up in the morning and in my original bed.