Voice Of A King
The Voice Of A King.
Michael Jackson TF/MC.
NOTE:
This is part of an anthology story series similar to Metamorphosis Shop only based around musicians and turning into them, this is the first of those stories and it's MJ related. This is based on a series of dreams I've had as well.
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Nathan Forester had many skills but unfortunately one of them wasn't singing, at least not according to the millions of assholes who were posing as critics who referred to his voice as a mix of Daffy Duck and Elmer Fudd, but his voice sounded nothing like that...in fact he rarely ever spoke or sung at all as he was socially awkward and shy, and while he did go on karaoke sites he never went on there for anything other than a quick break but nothing else other than that. One evening though he was home when he noticed a package had arrived for him.
He couldn't exactly recall if he ordered it himself or not but one thing he took notice of was the label, it was from a store that sold various cds and albums and once he opened it, he found a supernatural voice box that had a rather unique ability, he set up the voice box and attached the head-gear on and turned the box on as he read the instructions.'This device is empowered by spirits that will give you the voice and form of a singer of your choice. It will also increase your confidence and vocal talents'.
"Hmmm? I might give this a go, but which singer to pick though."
"Which one is your favorite?"
"Michael Jackson...i've always admired Michael."
Thinking carefully, he went through the selection of singers until he found Michael Jackson and selected the initiate transfer option - he recorded his voice into the machine which echoed in the headset and fused with MJ's voice, which in turn started up his transformation...his skin softening a little bit but also darkening, giving him an ebony skin tone as his arms slowly became more lithe along with his chest and torso, making him appear to look like he had been doing a fair amount of exercise.
He felt a tingling sensation as his hands slowly changed in size but remained masculine, his clothing slowly becoming a black leather outfit with multiple belts as his feet and legs altered in the process, energy flowed through his body and that energy shot through into his feet which made him instinctively dance and break out into a familiar routine, before he knew it he was even moonwalking. Which he thought he would never be able to do but here he was doing it and it felt more than good, it felt great...as he grew in height to 5'9, his shoulders and back lengthened. He felt like MJ's spirit was possessing him just like when he was the Maestro in Ghosts and yet he didn't mind this, in fact he enjoyed it a lot.
His neckline had lengthened a little bit as his hair which was normally straight, curled itself and turned jet black, his eyebrows thinning a little as his eyes widened and darkened. His features morphed and reshaped themselves...giving him MJ's appearance, in fact as his features morphed and reshaped themselves he definitely felt that he could be the physical double of the man himself, he chuckled a little as his cheekbones sharpened. His voice softened and elevated in pitch, becoming higher but still sounding male as his personality altered, becoming energetic but also playful and more than a tiny bit adorkable. He blushed a little as he recorded his changed voice into the box, not only did he resemble Michael (well the Bad era version to be exact) but also he sounded like him and had his personality. A few minutes later, Nathan wasn't there anymore...there was MJ. MJ chuckled to himself as he looked around the apartment, he definitely felt at home with all the monster movie posters on the wall.
"Wow...it worked! So how does it feel being MJ?"
"Pretty awesome...say nice place you've got here. Can I hang out here for a while?"
"Sure...I see you like monster movies."
"Like them...I love them!"
"I have an idea that you might like.."
"Go on...tell me, what is your idea?"
"Want to have a horror marathon?"
"Without a doubt...yes."
And thus with that Michael and Damon sat and watched horror movies for the rest of the evening, a couple of hours later and half way into the night Michael decided to rest before going off and having a little bit of fun with his friends. He was always quite the trickster and he always did enjoy playing around, he knew how to be mature too. He looked over at a group of people who were standing around at the comic store and reading comics about a superhero named Dazzler, which fascinated him.
As for what happened later, he spent the night catching up with his friends and putting on concerts. He also spent a lot of time taking care of the animals and partaking in gaming contests with people who were taking part in tournaments.
Michael Jackson TF/MC.
NOTE:
This is part of an anthology story series similar to Metamorphosis Shop only based around musicians and turning into them, this is the first of those stories and it's MJ related. This is based on a series of dreams I've had as well.
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Nathan Forester had many skills but unfortunately one of them wasn't singing, at least not according to the millions of assholes who were posing as critics who referred to his voice as a mix of Daffy Duck and Elmer Fudd, but his voice sounded nothing like that...in fact he rarely ever spoke or sung at all as he was socially awkward and shy, and while he did go on karaoke sites he never went on there for anything other than a quick break but nothing else other than that. One evening though he was home when he noticed a package had arrived for him.
He couldn't exactly recall if he ordered it himself or not but one thing he took notice of was the label, it was from a store that sold various cds and albums and once he opened it, he found a supernatural voice box that had a rather unique ability, he set up the voice box and attached the head-gear on and turned the box on as he read the instructions.'This device is empowered by spirits that will give you the voice and form of a singer of your choice. It will also increase your confidence and vocal talents'.
"Hmmm? I might give this a go, but which singer to pick though."
"Which one is your favorite?"
"Michael Jackson...i've always admired Michael."
Thinking carefully, he went through the selection of singers until he found Michael Jackson and selected the initiate transfer option - he recorded his voice into the machine which echoed in the headset and fused with MJ's voice, which in turn started up his transformation...his skin softening a little bit but also darkening, giving him an ebony skin tone as his arms slowly became more lithe along with his chest and torso, making him appear to look like he had been doing a fair amount of exercise.
He felt a tingling sensation as his hands slowly changed in size but remained masculine, his clothing slowly becoming a black leather outfit with multiple belts as his feet and legs altered in the process, energy flowed through his body and that energy shot through into his feet which made him instinctively dance and break out into a familiar routine, before he knew it he was even moonwalking. Which he thought he would never be able to do but here he was doing it and it felt more than good, it felt great...as he grew in height to 5'9, his shoulders and back lengthened. He felt like MJ's spirit was possessing him just like when he was the Maestro in Ghosts and yet he didn't mind this, in fact he enjoyed it a lot.
His neckline had lengthened a little bit as his hair which was normally straight, curled itself and turned jet black, his eyebrows thinning a little as his eyes widened and darkened. His features morphed and reshaped themselves...giving him MJ's appearance, in fact as his features morphed and reshaped themselves he definitely felt that he could be the physical double of the man himself, he chuckled a little as his cheekbones sharpened. His voice softened and elevated in pitch, becoming higher but still sounding male as his personality altered, becoming energetic but also playful and more than a tiny bit adorkable. He blushed a little as he recorded his changed voice into the box, not only did he resemble Michael (well the Bad era version to be exact) but also he sounded like him and had his personality. A few minutes later, Nathan wasn't there anymore...there was MJ. MJ chuckled to himself as he looked around the apartment, he definitely felt at home with all the monster movie posters on the wall.
"Wow...it worked! So how does it feel being MJ?"
"Pretty awesome...say nice place you've got here. Can I hang out here for a while?"
"Sure...I see you like monster movies."
"Like them...I love them!"
"I have an idea that you might like.."
"Go on...tell me, what is your idea?"
"Want to have a horror marathon?"
"Without a doubt...yes."
And thus with that Michael and Damon sat and watched horror movies for the rest of the evening, a couple of hours later and half way into the night Michael decided to rest before going off and having a little bit of fun with his friends. He was always quite the trickster and he always did enjoy playing around, he knew how to be mature too. He looked over at a group of people who were standing around at the comic store and reading comics about a superhero named Dazzler, which fascinated him.
As for what happened later, he spent the night catching up with his friends and putting on concerts. He also spent a lot of time taking care of the animals and partaking in gaming contests with people who were taking part in tournaments.
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