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December 7, 1988
The band was back in Long Beach, in the city where Metallica had started out. And of course, who would be visiting but their old friend who was taking L.A. by storm… Dave Mustaine.
Dave walked into the tour bus, his long red hair bouncing like he owned the place, and sat at the table with Jason to talk about music.
“I still have the effigy you gave me.” Jason reached into his backpack and pulled out the scarred but still intact doll of himself.
“Looks like it’s seen some shit,” Dave remarked in his nasal voice.
“Don’t worry, the boys have been treating me well lately. So has Jules.”
“That’s good… but it sounds kinda boring.”
Jason’s smile faded. “Boring? You saying that because you have three different guys every time you put out an album?” Indeed, Megadeth was infamous for constantly cycling between band members, with Dave struggling to find anyone reliable. Such a concept was foreign to the multi-year Metallica members.
“Imma do you a favor, Jase. I’ll make your bandmates like you even more.”
Before Jason could protest, Dave pulled a tome out of his bed: An old spellbook. Jason had heard him brag about it before, but never seen it in the flesh.
“Don’t look,” Dave tilted the spellbook towards himself, “Just… go out into the bunk area for me.”
Jason had faith in Dave’s magic because of the doll he’d given him, but following the order to walk into the aisle might have been a regression to his submissive, ignorant self. He looked around. James, Kirk, and Lars were in their bunks, either still asleep or too hungover to get out of bed. And Jules was sewing quietly, not wanting to face her past with Dave.
But Jason’s vision blurred and his body started to tingle. He instantly regretted letting Dave have his way. And in a puff of smoke… things were VERY different.
In place of Jason were incredibly long brown curls, big and feminine blue eyes, and a body that was softer everywhere, with hands that were smaller and… other parts much bigger.
Jules looked up from her sewing, blushing like crazy at the sight of her new bandmate. “Woah… is that a girl hedgehog I see?”
“DAVE!” the girl shrieked, an octave higher than her voice was a minute ago. “What have you done?!”
Of course, all three boys lying in their bunks instantly sat up and leaned in to get a look at the girl. “Jason?” James exclaimed in disbelief, “When did you get so curvy- I mean, pretty! I mean-”
“Oh, my god!” Kirk smiled, “I’m naming her Jasa. Can we keep her?”
“She’ll be like that for a few days,” Dave called from the other room, “Knock yourselves out.”
“You asshole!” Jasa pouted, shaking her fists and accidentally making her enhanced curves jiggle.
Lars was smiling like an idiot with glossy eyes. “Damn, you’re bouncy today.”
“Shut up! Why did Dave make me so top-heavy?! This shirt is… way too tight….”
Every eye in the room was glued to how her yellow t-shirt, which had fit Jason just fine, was now dangerously stretched across her chest, the collar pulled down enough to reveal a hint of cleavage, the cotton threatening to snap with every breath.
Jules, without thinking, stepped closer to her. Jasa was a few inches taller than her, but took up way more space. “That looks uncomfortable. You’re all squished up….” She forced herself to look Jasa in the face, but couldn’t stop her gaze from flicking down.
“Jules, help me!” she pleaded, “You have some clothes I could borrow, right?!”
“Well, maybe some pants. My shirts would be too tight on you, as well.”
“These jeans are also too tight…,” Jasa grabbed at the denim that was definitely not shaped for wide female hips. “Please! Pants, a hoodie, anything!”
Jasa ended up changing into a baggy black jacket and sweatpants, which certainly made her feel more covered, though the zipper was straining. But her bandmates were still thrilled to have a female bassist. Dave had left, like an arsonist walking away from a huge fire.
James’s eyes were wandering, so Jules sat between her boyfriend and Jasa to make sure he wouldn’t try anything. “I think the crowd’s gonna love you tonight,” he said.
“Fuck!” Jasa exclaimed, “We have a show tonight, and I have to go onstage like THIS?!”
Lars sneered, “Would you consider showing off your new body?”
“NO! I don’t even know if I can play with these tiny-ass hands!”
Jules walked over and slapped Lars on the back of the head. “I’m still the hot one. She’ll dress up if she wants to.”
“Thank you,” Jasa sighed.
“Of course.” Jules sat back down between her boyfriend and the new girl. “I’m happy to have another girl in the band.”
“Yeah….” Jasa smiled. As the spell took effect, she was beginning to accept her new identity, and decided to make the most of the next few days. “Does that mean we can do girl stuff?” she asked innocently.
“Like what?”
“I dunno… go shopping together? Have a sleepover?”
“Ooh, am I invited?” Kirk interrupted.
“Fuck off!” Jules retaliated.
Because Jasa was feeling shy, she and Jules checked into the hotel early, and hid away from the boys in a hotel room. Jasa instantly plugged in an amp and equipped her bass.
“Okay, if I suck, be honest,” she said to Jules who was sitting on the bed, and then started playing the “Blackened” bassline. Picking with her right hand felt no different, but holding down the strings with her left hand was harder now.
Jules was smiling, her attention split between Jasa’s playing and the way the strap pressed into one of her breasts, but it didn’t seem to bother her.
“Ugh!” she groaned in frustration. “Damn these tiny fingers.”
“Hey, that’s how I feel whenever I play acoustic,” Jules sympathized. “Just keep practicing, and build muscle memory.”
Reluctantly, Jasa kept going, playing multiple basslines over and over until she got them right. Jules clapped, and then started singing along.
“Keep singing,” Jasa said, fingers still flying, “It’s helping.”
So they kept practicing until Jasa slapped her strings.
“Hey, do you still wanna play the show tonight?” Jules asked.
“Yeah,” Jasa said confidently, “Well, as long as I don’t draw too much attention.” She looked down at the strap that had slid between her breasts, pulling the jacket’s fabric tight.
“Uh,” Jules stammered, “First off, we should get you a bra.”
“What?” Jasa blushed, having not considered what she was doing by not wearing one.
Jules stood. “Let’s go shopping. I’ll help you out.”
Jasa raised her voice, “I can’t be seen in a lingerie store!”
Jules giggled. “It’s perfectly normal. Come on, you said you wanted to go shopping with me!”