Ellana's Cultural Studies on Humanity:-Chapter 16:-'On Human Music Festivals
Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2024 10:30 pm
Leaving the continental United States after my adventures in California, I arrived in what would be my second visit to the small island kingdom of Great Britain. This time I would not be experiencing the joys of Shakespeare, of which I still have many fond memories of despite the MiBs best efforts to capture me. But rather I would be experiencing a completely different earth culture. So far in my five months of being on Earth had left me with a rather dim view of human music, my first experience being that of the grating voice of Taylor Swift. What I would discover is that there is so much more to human music than Taylor Swift, and just how much humanity revers it's music icons. As it turns out music is held in high regard on Earth as it is on Zenobia Prime. So it was I had arrived in the UK in the guise of Zainab Khan and first things first I needed my rest after a particularly long flight...
Dr Ellana Xenoanthropological Society
The Residence of Paul Mitchell and Zainab Khan, Kensington Wednesday 19th June 00:30am
Ellana yawned widely as she entered the home of Zainab Khan, the woman she has replaced during her escape from San Diego. A ten hour flight. Certainly not my longest but still I'am feeling the jet lag, although I still don't know what that means. Leaving the woman's luggage in the hallway Ellana walked into the kitchen to fix herself a small snack before turning in I still adjusting to these 24 hour days. On Zenobian Prime we have 28 hour days. Before she opened the fridge she spotted a small note on to door hung up by magnets. Dearest Z if your reading this then I have gone into the office to get through that mountain of paper work left over from the gig at Wembley. So I won't be home to see you arrive but I will give a chance to recover from your flight. I will see you this afternoon at the latest. Love you Paul Ellana smiled widely as she read the letter before treating herself to something called a Cornish pasty. At least I do don't have to play house this time. That's a relief After she had demolished the pasty finding it meaty and moreish, Ellana took herself upstairs stripping off Zainab's clothing before slipping on a night shirt. Getting into bed Ellana closed her eyes, looking forward to what tomorrow would bring as she would begin her investigation into human music.
Wednesday Morning
At 08:00am Ellana awoken feeling rested. After jumping into Zainab's shower she picked out an outfit more suited to travelling; a tight black silk blouse and black denim jeans with heels boots then made herself breakfast a bowl of muesli. Grabbing the keys for Zainab's convertible Ellana got into the car pulling out of her drive onto the main road using her memories to guide her towards Glastonbury.
The M4 motorway 5km West of Reading 10:00am
As Ellana made her way past a large settlement called Reading, she heard a bleeping sound come from the dashboard of the car. Sighing she saw a symbol of a tall box with a wire flash red , the dial above it indicated it had almost near the "E" So what does that mean? Have I run out of fuel. Damn these human vehicles the fact that they run on fossil fuels, is a primitive notion. We have been using cold based fusion power for the last 400 cycles in our vehicles. Looks like I need an alternative form of transportation and a new face as well. Pulling into a layby, Ellana discovered she wasn't alone. There was a blue camper van, with the initials VW on it's front and there a group of young humans two men and two young females. The two males where sitting pouring over a map while the females stood facing them. Either one looks suitable. If they are going to Glastonbury then I need to go be on that bus, let's listen in and see where they are going Getting out of her car, Ellana opened her her hood pretending to look at her engine as she listened in. "Look Charlie, mate. Admit it we are lost you followed the SatNav and it took us to Reading instead of Glastonbury." Charlie, a redheaded human let out an exasperated breath as he poured over a map with a second male a darker haired swarthy human. "Well you are the one who programmed it this morning, Nigel so it's hardly my fault is it?" One of the girls, a pretty blonde wearing tight blue jeans shook her head. "For fuck sake guys. At this rate we will Miss Taylor Swift and she's on Saturday." Charlie turned to her rolling his eyes. "Well I doubt we will be out here for that long. Unless, you think you can read a map Brittany?" Another girl next to Brittany started to cross her legs. She was a pretty little thing with long chestnut hair that framed a sweet rounded face with slender cheekbones and big blue doe shaped eyes. She was wearing a white tank top with a British flag, tight blue denim shorts with white trainers and frilly lace white ankle socks. Overwhich was a matching blue denim cropping jacket. Small looped earrings with a small love heart pendant. "Guys will you stop fighting? I'am sure Charlie knows where he's going SatNav or no. Besides, I really need the little girls room." Charlie let out another sigh. "Well you don't need my permission, Gemma. Perhaps by the time you come back, I will have worked out where the bloody hell we are." Ellana watched as the girl peeled from the safety of her group into the tree line behind her. Ducking into the long grass, Ellana stalked the unsuspecting Gemma creeping behind her as she dropped her shorts revealing her small pert buttocks. Time to relieve you of everything my dear.
Gemma Atkinson let out a sigh of relief as she voided her bladder into the bush in sight of her friends, who were still bickering, her white tanga thong around her ankles, her small vagina crowned with a thin trimmed strip of light brown fuzz completely exposed. I hate it when everyone's tense like this. We came to Glastonbury to enjoy our summer holiday after a tough uni year, not to rip each others heads off. As she felt the last of her water leave her pussy, Gemma thought she heard a rustle from behind her. "Hello...?" She asked as she turned around. Seeing nothing she shrugged chuckling to herself as she prepared to make herself decent Easy, Gemma. It's nothing probably just a squirrel. I hope he doesn't run up my -what?! Suddenly, a slender hand clamped around her mouth muffling her cry of surprise followed by another gripping her throat. Gemma let out a muffled squeak as she felt the sides of her throat being pinched, her eyes rolling back into her head as she slumped unconscious into the grip of her attacker as she was dragged half naked deeper into the bushes. Her friends too absorbed in their arguement to take note of her plight.
Ellana stripped off Zainab's clothes and jewellery as she knelt over the half naked body of Gemma before she lent in, kissing the girl hard on her soft young lips as she assumed her pleasing form. Her breasts shrunk, skin lightened and hair grew as she removed the girl's jewellery. "Gemma Atkinson, 18, media studies student, University of Nottingham." She whispered as she put on Gemma's jewellery before pulling off Gemma's shorts and panties from around her ankles then unlaced her trainers pulling them off along with her socks." She's not particularly academically gifted. Her father a city councillor got her onto the course because he's friends with the University Dean. She actually wants to be a singer." After she pulled up the shorts fastening them then putting on the footwear, Ellana lent the half naked Gemma against her body slipping off her denim jacket from her shoulders one arm at a time before she held up the students arms. She slid the tank top over Gemma's head revealing an invisible strapped white solid bra enveloping A-cup breasts and a love heart navel piercing. Reaching Gemma's body Ellana removed her belly button jewellery, inserting it in as she unclasped her bra slipping free off her chest. Letting Gemma's petite naked body flop back onto the ground, Ellana admired her youthful cute A-cup breasts with perky circular rose petal areolas as she fastened on the bra. She quickly got dressed in the rest of Gemma's clothes pulling on her jacket. When she was fully dressed Ellana picked up the petite naked body of Gemma dragging her deeper into the treeline, stashing her inside a fallen log. Rubbing her hands together, Ellana walked back towards the bickering students.
Ellana cleared her throat as she walked back towards the group of bickering students, drawing their attention. "Gemma you're back!" Brittany said as she approached her giving her a hug, Ellana felt affection behind it. Ellana smiled as she returned the hug maintaining her cover as she turned to Charlie and Nigel. "Look guys. Before we left Nottingham, I researched the route to Glastonbury. If you let me drive I can get us there by the afternoon. Charlie let out a surprised chuckle. "Research? You? Brittany is the one who completes your study notes but that's only because she's sweet on you." Brittany blushed as Nigel chipped in. "Why didn't you say anything before, Gem?" Ellana released herself gently from Brittany as she walked towards him. "You never asked me before." She lied as the two boys nodded in resignation. "Come on, everyone. If we stand around here all day we will miss Taylor Swift." Ellana clapped her hands together as Charlie folded up the map. "Okay, that settles it then. Gemma's driving!" They all clambered into the van as Ellana got behind the shell. "I call shotgun!" Brittany said a little too eagerly as she jumped into the passenger seat. As they buckled up, Ellana started the engine. I wonder if Gemma knew about Brittany's affections for her... she thought as she drove back onto the road. Using her photographic memory to find the way to Glastonbury.
Glastonbury Music Festival Saturday 21st June 2024 09:00am
Over the course of the next several days, Ellana had gotten to know her new human friends quite well and had enjoyed the music of who her companions had called 'headline acts'. Groups like Coldplay and an ageing group of rockers called the Rolling Stones. To her surprise, Ellana had found herself cheering around to the guitar riffs as the music seeped into her very being. Adrenaline at the sheer noise of the crowd which was louder than what she experienced at Munich If this isn't worship, then I don't know what is. But I must find out more. I miss find this Taylor Swift . On the Friday when the rain had started to spot Makes me wish that I was back in California. Where is the sun? It is summer here isn't it? Brittany whose attention she had to politely decline on a few occasions had told her something quite interesting. "You know Wimbledon will be starting in a few days, and the word is Emily Radicanu as a good chance to win." She said as the two boys were busy swapping music tracks. Ellana popped open a can of Coke, looking intrigued. "So Wimbledon? What happens there and who's this Radicanu girl?" Brittany looked at her with confusion. "Wow, I guess that music really as rattled your head Gem." She chuckled as she picked up a cigarette lighting it, Ellana refused it when offered. "You know the British number 1 and the tennis tournament? We talked about going there. But these two..." She gestured to Charlie and Nigel. "...hate tennis. You would think that the sight of cute ballgirls in short skirts, would get them running. But not those two. Us on the other hand..." Brittany punctuated with a giggle as Ellana picked up Gemma's phone, googling Wimbledon Hmm? I have only done one human sport and Radicanu looks a pleasing target. Besides it's not that far away. Definitely worth further investigation. Finishing her research Ellana sipped on her coke, she was looking forward to taking to the stage and singing once again. It's been a while since I sung so I may be a little rusty. It will certainly take me back to my student days, singing in bars. But since I took up Gravball I didn't keep it up "Hey guys.." the sound of Brittany's voice called her back to the present. "...the rains cleared up. And Dua Lipa is on next."
So on the morning of the Saturday the day of Taylor's headline act, Ellana had quietly woken getting dressed silently before leaving the tent and her companions reluctantly behind. She walked through the slightly mudded deserted field were a small city of tents had sprang up, the rain spotting off her denim jacket searching for a new form to infiltrate the large stage behind her. Over the course of the last few days, Ellana had spotted a few men and women dressed in yellow coats with the word Steward stencilled on their backs. They must be the staff or security of the site. One of their uniforms and faces should get me into the backstage area and from there Taylor. I just need to get a female on her own... Luckily, Ellana spotted a young blonde female steward walk towards a row of blue portacabins behind which was a large bush clutching a pack of cigarettes. She was attractive girl with heart shaped features smooth cheekbones and hazel-grey eyes. Her hair cut short in a pixie style. Under her jacket was a hint of blue checkered flannel shirt, black denim jeans with matching lace boots. Smiling Ellana approached her from behind her, rain still spotting on her jacket.
Damn this bloody rain! Light damn you! Yvonne Vickers thought as she desperately tried to light the cigarette she had already popped in her mouth. "Come on, come on.." Yvonne whispered as the rain tried to stifle the small flame from her lighter. I need this! Or how else will I be able to deal with a whole crowd of screaming students baying after Taylor bloody Swift? I really wish I was back at Greggs on the morning shift. As soon as the small flame appeared Yvonne let out a small cry of of surprise, that was suddenly cut off when a slender hand clamped around her throat knocking her cigarette out her mouth and lighter from her hand. Unable to cry out Yvonne felt another hand clamp around her mouth, muffling her cries of surprise as she was dragged into the bushes. She let out a short muffled squeak as her attacker pinched the sensitive spots either side of her slender neck, slumping unconscious as she was lowered to the ground.
Smiling and glad to be out of the rain, Ellana stripped off Gemma's clothes and jewellery before she lent in to kiss the unconscious woman assuming her form. Feeling her breasts swelling and her hair shortening, Ellana removed the stewards hair studs putting them in. "Yvonne Vickers, 24, Volunteer Steward and Part-Time Greggs store assistant." She said unzipping Yvonne's jacket revealing her checkered blue flannel shirt, leaning her body against her Ellana slipped the jacket off her shoulders one arm at a time before unlacing her boots. " She's looking to apply to be a security guard. Yvonne has already taken the course but lacks experience." She pulled off the girls boots along with her multicoloured ankle socks. " So hence the volunteer work. She's not to fond of the music played here at Glastonbury, Yvonne prefers classical music." Leaning the unconscious Yvonne against her for a second time, Ellana unbuttoned her flannel shirt revealing a multicoloured cropped camisole covering her C-cup breasts. After slipping off her shirt, Ellana pulled Yvonne's camisole up over her head. As she let the woman's half naked body flop back down onto the grass, Ellana pulled on the stolen camisole admiring Yvonne's well formed C-cup breasts with light pink puffy circular areolas. Kneeling by the half naked Yvonne, she unfastened the woman's jeans peeling them from her rounded hips down her long slender legs before she whipped off the matching multicoloured bikini cut panties, from between the woman's thighs exposing her full pink clit crowned with a strip of trimmed golden pubic hair. Once she had pulled up the stolen panties, Ellana quickly dressed in Yvonne's clothes taking in her slim naked form and pert rounded buttocks. Zipping up the jacket, she tore up Gemmas tank top binding and gagging the naked steward then dragged the naked woman deeper into the bushes concealing her body. Rubbing her hands together, Ellana walked back onto the campground making her way to the large stage.
Backstage area, Glastonbury 9:25am
As she walked towards the backstage area Ellana felt the rain drum softly off her jacket. The sun definitely as left this place. Is this what passes for summer in the UK? Ahead of her she could see a number of young men and women wearing black polo shirts with Staff stenciled in white large on their backs. They looked like they were unloading music equipment. She flashed a smile to a burly bald security officer with a photo ID on his bicep on his black coat who was standing guard at the door of the backstage area, all she received back was an out stretched arm. "Whoa! Where do you think you're going, love?" Ellana let an exasperated sigh. "Well, I'am a steward. Which means I'am staff. Let me pass!" The man remained impassive as he crossed his arms. " That's not how it works, love. You are a steward you babysit the millennial hoardes that's all. Only event staff or Taylor's groupies allowed in." Ellana put her hands on her hips. "What!? You have got to be joking?" The man grinned shaking his head. "Look, I don't make the rules I enforce them. Now off you pop, steward." He said gesturing with his head, punctuating the title with a sheer as Ellana turned on her heels in frustration. As she walked away she weighed up her options. So only staff or whatever a groupie is are allowed in, right? I need one of their outfits and faces nothing else for it As she scanned the area, Ellana spotted a young female staffer on her own unloading a white van in the corner of the area. Smiling Ellana appraised her as she got closer, the rain suddenly stopping.
Grace Sato let out another sigh as she leapt from the open side door of the transit van pulling out another amplifier from the back. It's a good thing this rain as stopped, or else it would have gotten swamped she thought as she raised rubbing her back catching her reflection. She was a looker with tanned diamond shaped features, high cheekbones and upwardly slanted open brown eyes. Her long black hair looped through her black "Taylor Swift" branded baseball cap. She was dressed in a short sleeve black polo shirt with STAFF written on the back in white, tight blue jeans with black sneakers. A collection of piercings adorned her eyes and a yin-yang pendant graced her slender neck. I hope I can spend a bit of time with Taylor, before the gig. She promised we could go over that new track she's teaching me and I still to give her a good luck kiss. Huh?! From behind her, Grace could have sworn she felt something whoosh past behind her. Nevermind, must be the wind. She shrugged as she walked back to the van. But before she could take out another box Grace felt a hand grab the front of her shirt pulling her inside the back. She tried to scream but felt a hand grasp around her throat, squeezing applying pressure to the vulnerable points either side of her neck. She only got the merest glimpses of her attacker, a blonde haired woman in a yellow stewards jacket, straddling her. Grace let out a small strangled squeak of pain as the eyes rolled into the back of her head, slumping unconscious onto the floor of the van.
After quickly sliding the van's side door shut, Ellana knelt by the unconscious girl stripping off Yvonne's clothes before planting a hard kiss on the girls lips pulling off her baseball cap, assuming her form. "Grace Sato, 21, Taylor Swift groupie." She removed Grace's collection of piercings along with her necklace putting them on. She then worked loose her hair tie adopting Grace's ponytail before unlacing her sneakers. " She's an aspiring guitarist herself and often plays Taylor's guitar when no one's around. Grace wants to be one of Taylor's backing group but suffers from stage fright. " She pulled off Graces footwear, socks included before flicking her arms up. " Interesting, Taylor is mentoring her in private but it's a closely guarded secret and Grace as a crush on her." Ellana pulled the polo shirt up over Grace's head revealing B-cup breasts enveloped by a solid black push up bra. Rolling the half naked Grace onto her side, Ellana unclipped her bra pulling the garment loose from her chest as she rolled the body onto her back. Ellana admired the firm small breasts of Grace with slightly pointed perky brown areolas as she clasped on the bra. Unbuttoning the girls jeans Ellana worked them off her slender hips peeling them down her long tanned legs followed by her matching solid black thong, that had covered a small brown clitoris decorated with a thick trimmed stripe of black fuzz. Pulling up the stolen panties, Ellana quickly got dressed in the rest of Grace's clothes. Setting the baseball hat on her head, looping the ponytail through, Ellana then tore Yvonne's shirt into strips binding her wrists and ankles gagging her before dragging the naked girl behind a row of boxes, onto her front. Taking a good long look at Graces pert peach shaped buttocks, Ellana tossed the remains of Yvonne's clothing on top of her then opening the van's side door leapt back onto the ground. Sliding the door closed, she locked it. To her disappointment the rain had returned and black clouds were on the horizon
"Hey Grace!" The voice of a young man caught her attention. Ellana turned to see a groupie walk up to her, a black guitar clutched in his hands. " Have you finished unloading the van?" Ellana flashed him a smile and a nod. "Yes. That was the last of Taylor's stuff." The young blonde haired man beamed. "Sweet! Could you take Taylor's guitar up to her? While I get everything else set up." Ellana grinned not believing her luck. "Of course! I would be more than happy to." The man smiled as he handed it to her. "Okay, tell Taylor Nick says hi and wish her good luck from me!" Ellana looped the guitar over her shoulder as she bade Nick farewell. So Grace is familiar with Taylor and knows the way to her dressing room, how fortuitous Using Grace's memories, she retraced her steps to the backstage door coming to the same security guard from before. He regarded her with a curious look as he noticed the guitar. "Can I pass? I need to take Taylor's guitar to her?" She asked as the man flashed her a smile standing aside to open the door for her. "In you go kid. Tell her to break a leg." Ellana smiled as she walked on through, using Grace's memories to show her the way to Taylor's dressing room.
Taylor Swifts Dressing Room 9:55am
Looking into her light framed vanity, Taylor Swift applied her dark red lipstick that complimented her dark eyeliner and dark red blusher that emphasised her heart shaped slightly tanned features, high natural cheekbones and narrow piercing sapphire eyes. Her long blonde hair tied into a knot. She was dressed today in a black leather jacket with her name printed in pink on the back, underneath a black tank top that emphasised her C-cup breasts. Matching tight leather pants held up by a studded belt with knee high zipped heel boots. A studded choker graced her neck along with skull earrings and multiple rings on her fingers. Let them see me as a rock chick. I sooner be seen as a Suzie Quattro then as Barbie. Besides, it's Graces favourite look. Where is she? She said she would be by before I headline A knock at the door behind her drew her attention. Smiling Taylor got up as she walked over to the door opening it wide Speak of the devil! "Grace! Hi! How are y-ugh!" Taylor did see the smile on her lovers face but not the arm she had raised. She let out a pained squeak as Grace struck her with her hand on her right nerve cluster, collapsing unconscious onto her side. Ellana smiled as she closed the door. "Well, let's see if I can do better than you. Shouldn't be difficult." She said as she looped the guitar over her head, leaning it against the wall.
After stripping off Graces clothes, Ellana knelt by the unconscious Taylor Swift planting a kiss on her red ruby lips assuming her form as she removed Taylor's jewellery and accessories. "Taylor Swift, 34, Singer/Songwriter. Her relationship with an American football player is a cover. Taylor actually as feelings for Grace and it is reciprocated." She put on Taylor's jewellery before adopting her knot. "This is kept from the public eye as Taylor doesn't want put Grace through the public spotlight. She is happy with a private relationship which as turned sexual." Once she had unzipped Taylor's boots, pulling them off her feet Ellana slipped off Taylor's jacket from her shoulders one arm at a time. Leaning the singers body against her, Ellana held up her arms pulling off her tank top exposing her buoyant C-cup breasts with pale pink rose petal areolas. Letting the half naked body of Taylor Swift flop back down onto the carpet, breasts wobbling, she pulled on the tank top before unbelting Taylor's tight leather pants. Unzipping them, Ellana worked the singers pants from her hips down her long dancers legs revealing a red lace G-string thong covering her modesty. Sparing no thought to Taylor's modesty, Ellana whipped off the woman's scant underwear admiring a small pink clean shaven womanhood. Pulling up the stolen underwear, she got dressed in the rest of Taylor's outfit pulling on the leather jacket liking the feel of the material on her stolen form. Ellana then tore up Grace's shirt binding the singers limbs and gagging her before dragging the naked athletic form of Taylor Swift by her ankles over to her wardrobe, stashing her inside in a foetal position as she tossed Grace's clothes on top of her. Closing the door on the naked star, Ellana sat by the woman's vanity applying her makeup. After 5 minutes of preparation, Ellana was confident she looked the part smacking her lips together, she grinned. Then came a knock at the door followed by a voice. "Excuse me, Ms Swift?" Came a male voice from behind the door. "You have five minutes." Rising from the vanity, she put down the makeup then grabbed Taylor's guitar looping it over her shoulder. She opened the door on the young man. "Thanks, but I'am ready now!" She beamed at the human as she closed the door behind her. Using Taylor's memories she fell into step behind him, making her way to the stage eager to begin.
The Stage 10:10am
Ellana bounded onto the stage clapping her hands together to the roar of the crowd, a veritable sea of humanity. She grabbed the microphone. "Hello Glastonbury! Are you ready to blast the roof off this place!" A huge cacophony of noise answered her question. Having already done her research into the songs of Taylor Swift, Ellana had began with So It's Gonna Be Forever which was the first of Taylor's songs she had been exposed to back in February. The crowd cheering as Ellana screamed into the microphone, using Taylor's memories to pull the correct chords on the guitar. The song is still as terrible as the first time I had heard it. Yet these humans are lapping it up. And I should have figured that I would sound just like her. I replicate everything after all. Vocal chords included. The next track Ellana had chosen was Anti-Hero which achieved the same result. Over the course of an hour Ellana had performed a further three of Taylor Swift songs as the rain was know teeming it down. All of her songs have the same result and are all equally boring. I have an idea. Let's change things up... Ellana clapped her hands together. "Alright Glastonbury! I have a little something new! Let's see how you like this!" Ellana then began to sing her favourite song Serenni's Vacation to Mistula! as sung by her best friend, the number one rock star on Zenobia Varenna. The crowd stopped cheering for a moment as they failed to comprehend the Zenobian language, until to Ellana's surprise they resumed bouncing along. Huh? So I have just got to sing anything and they dance along. It seems like music stars here have the same power over the masses as they do back home. For the next 30 minutes, Ellana performed another two of Varenna's hits Sunset on Gershon II and Keep on Changing . The roared their enthusiasm and as Ellana completed another guitar riff, her heart sank. There working their way through the crowd were Agents L & M. Typical, always showing up to spoil my investigations. She lent into the mic. "Sorry Glastonbury! But my throats a little hoarse after those numbers. I need a drink. I love you!" The crowd let out a disappointed groan then someone, a young female yelled. "We love you too, Taylor!" Waving to the crowd, Ellana retreated backstage. I need a change of clothes and a new face
Backstage 11:40am
Ellana didn't have wait long for an opportunity to come her way. As she made her way back towards Taylor's dressing room she had almost bumped into a young redheaded female who had been hiding behind a stack of crates. "Oh my god! It's you Taylor!" She shrieked completely startling the Zenobian An obsessed fan, wonderful. But an opportunity "That was some really slick new material, loved it! Like I love you! I'am Carla your number 1 fan!" Ellana appraised the young girl. She was an attractive redheaded girl; with squared freckled features, sculptured cheekbones and bright emerald eyes. Her flame coloured hair tied into a ponytail with a white scrunchie. She was dressed in a stonewashed denim vest with a matching pair of distressed jeans held up by a pink glittering Taylor Swift buckle, underneath was a loose t-shirt with the singers face plastered across her B-cup breasts. Red converse trainers and blue socks. A heart shaped necklace graced her slender neck with matching ear studs. "Um, Taylor? Could I have your autograph, please?" Ellana flashed her a grin. "Of course. Do you have a pen?" She said raising her right hand high as the clueless girl looked down reaching into her handbag. "Yeah. How stupid of me-ugh!" Carla let out a small pained whelp as Ellana struck her on the right side of her neck, the girl was unconscious before she hit the ground. Catching Carla under her shoulders taking her weight as she slumped, Ellana dragged her behind the crates out of sight.
Propping the unconscious Carla against an empty crate, Ellana stripped out of Taylor Swift's clothes before she lent in kissing the unconscious girl on her lips assuming her form removing her jewellery. "Carla Bradbury, 20, Coffee Shop Barista and Obsessed Taylor Swift fan. She bunked off work just to sneak back stage to meet her idol. She did consider robbing one of the Taylor roadies but didn't want to get into trouble." She unlaced Carla's trainers pulling them off along with her socks "Hmm? She has a shrine back home complete with poster and candles." Shivering down her spine, Ellana put on Carla's jewellery before working out her scrunchie adopting her ponytail. She slipped off the denim vest from the redhead's shoulders then pulled up her shirt over her head, revealing a solid blue pastel t-shirt bra covering her B-cups as Carla's arms flopped back by her sides. Leaning the girl forward, Ellana unclasped her bra pulling it loose from her chest. She admired Carla's buoyant firm slightly pointed freckled B-cup breasts with pink puffy full areolas as she fixed on the girls bra. Unbuckling the fans jeans, Ellana worked them loose from Carla's hips peeling them down her long legs exposing her matching blue thong. Whipping these from between Carla's thighs revealed two surprises; a small pink clitoris crowned with a tuft of flame red hair and tattoo on the right hip that read "CB♥TS" I guess she really was Taylor's number 1 fan Chuckling Ellana pulled up the stolen underwear has she got dressed in the rest of Carla's clothing. After pulling on the girl's jacket, Ellana bound Carla's limbs gagging her with torn strips of Taylor's tank top then picking up the slim petite naked body of the obsessed fan under her shoulders she tipped the girl's body into an open crate taking a good look at Carla's small tight buttocks. Tossing in the remains of Taylor's clothes and packing her guitar, Ellana sealed the crate shut. Ellana searched Carla's bag, finding a set of vehicle keys and her smartphone. Smiling she looped the bag over her shoulder, using Carla's memories to make her way to the hidden entrance she used.
11:50am
Ellana found her way outside to a black moped, a black crash helmet resting on the handlebars. Straddling the vehicle, she strapped on the helmet on before checking Carla's phone. Excellent. There's a 12:30pm train to Wimbledon departing Glastonbury station. It should only take 10 minutes to get there. At least the sun's out now. Replacing the girls phone into her handbag, Ellana revved up the engine finding her way out to the main road using Carla's memories to show her the way to Glastonbury Station.
12:05pm Glastonbury Station
Parking Carla's moped, Ellana made her way into the packed station approaching the platform weighing up her options. I could very well buy a ticket, Carla does have a substantial amount of money in her bag, although I still can't work out how pounds work compared to euros or dollars or... As she considered her next move, Ellana noticed a young brunette female emerge from the front of the train walking towards the women's Hmm? It looks like she drives the train. I could become her and avoid paying for a ticket. Besides, it could be fun driving this thing. I mean the fact that humans still drive their trains is fascinating and quaint. We turned to a fully automated service 74 cycles ago. Yes I will become her. Ellana followed the driver to the bathroom, appraising her. She was a pretty little thing with rounded features, slender cheekbones and bright eyes the colour of turquoise. Her chestnut brown hair tied into a short ponytail. Her uniform consisted of a blue zip up jacket with "Network Rail" on her left breast underneath which was a blue polo shirt and black trousers with matching sensible shoes. Her ID hung around her neck on an orange lanyard. Watching as the woman ducked into ladies bathroom, Ellana grinned. This was going to very interesting...
Train driver Harriet Lowe unzipped her trousers dropping them and her cream lace thong down around her ankles as she sat on the toilet bowl, exposing her small vagina crowned with a faint trimmed strip of brown pubic hair. She let out a sigh of relief as she emptied the contents of her full bladder into the bowl. Just another busy day doing the best job in the UK. All these people going to the tennis when they should be doing more constructive like getting a job The sound of the bathroom door opening drew her attention as she watched a pair of shadowed feet enter the cubicle beside her. Shrugging, Harriet felt the last of her urine leave her pussy but as she reached to grab some toilet paper, Harriet felt a slender hand grip her throat from above behind her. She tried to scream but found she couldn't even speak, not could she look up to see her attacker. As she panicked, Harriet let out a small squeak of pain feeling the sides of her throat being pinched. Her eyes rolled back into her skull Harriet slumped unconscious in her attackers grip as she sat on the toilet bowl, legs spread open.
Feeling the consciousness leave the unconscious driver, Ellana relaxed her grip climbing over the cubicle to join the half naked woman. After stripping off Carla's clothes, Ellana straddled the woman kissing her hard on her soft partially open lips. assuming her form as she loosened her ponytail. "Harriet Lowe, 21, Network Rail Train Driver. She loves trains, well the old stream trains. All of her family as been working on the trains since her grandfather. She also has a train set back home." Ellana said as she adopted Harriet's ponytail before unlacing her shoes pulling them off along with her nude coloured socks. Removing the woman's trousers and panties from around her ankles, Ellana pulled them up fastening the trousers then lacing up her shoes. Looping Harriet's ID over her head, she slipped off her jacket from her slender shoulders one arm at a time. Ellana then held up the train drivers arms pulling her polo shirt up over head revealing a matching cream coloured lace underwired bra, with a cute ribbon between her c-cups. Reaching around Harriet's back, Ellana unclasped the bra admiring her well formed breasts with pale pink puffy circular areolas. Once she had clasped on the bra, Ellana quickly got dressed in the rest of Harriet's uniform slipping on the jacket and looping the ID over her head. Tearing up Carla's Taylor Swift t-shirt Ellana bound the slim petite naked Harriet then gagged her. Opening the door of the cubicle, she dragged the bound naked girl over to the attendants cupboard stashing her inside against the far wall as she tossed in the remains of Carla's outfit before leaving Harriet in darkness. Pausing to check her reflection in the mirror, Ellana grinned sweeping from the bathroom.
12:30pm
As Ellana got into the trains cab she glanced over the control board, getting a sense of déja vû There's even more knobs, dials and buttons then the dodgem controls at Santa Monica. And would you look at that? There's another lever, oh joy! Well Ellana just use Harriet's memories and we will get to Wimbledon in one piece. After hearing the signal to depart, she pressed a large red button that started the engine which was strangely quiet It runs on electricity, fascinating but also efficient before she pulled the lever completely forward. Ellana was pinned into her chair as the train shot forward at high speed. Alright, that was a little too fast. Let's ease off a little bit... pulling the lever back down slowing the train to a near crawl. Ugh! No it's too slow, I won't get there till tomorrow at this rate. Let's just even it out. Pulling the lever to the middle position, Ellana lent back into her chair letting out a sigh of relief as she watched the world pass by her viewport. I'am really looking forward to experiencing this tennis. Will be as exciting as Football? She wondered as she watched with curiosity as an insect splattered on her windscreen.
Dr Ellana Xenoanthropological Society
The Residence of Paul Mitchell and Zainab Khan, Kensington Wednesday 19th June 00:30am
Ellana yawned widely as she entered the home of Zainab Khan, the woman she has replaced during her escape from San Diego. A ten hour flight. Certainly not my longest but still I'am feeling the jet lag, although I still don't know what that means. Leaving the woman's luggage in the hallway Ellana walked into the kitchen to fix herself a small snack before turning in I still adjusting to these 24 hour days. On Zenobian Prime we have 28 hour days. Before she opened the fridge she spotted a small note on to door hung up by magnets. Dearest Z if your reading this then I have gone into the office to get through that mountain of paper work left over from the gig at Wembley. So I won't be home to see you arrive but I will give a chance to recover from your flight. I will see you this afternoon at the latest. Love you Paul Ellana smiled widely as she read the letter before treating herself to something called a Cornish pasty. At least I do don't have to play house this time. That's a relief After she had demolished the pasty finding it meaty and moreish, Ellana took herself upstairs stripping off Zainab's clothing before slipping on a night shirt. Getting into bed Ellana closed her eyes, looking forward to what tomorrow would bring as she would begin her investigation into human music.
Wednesday Morning
At 08:00am Ellana awoken feeling rested. After jumping into Zainab's shower she picked out an outfit more suited to travelling; a tight black silk blouse and black denim jeans with heels boots then made herself breakfast a bowl of muesli. Grabbing the keys for Zainab's convertible Ellana got into the car pulling out of her drive onto the main road using her memories to guide her towards Glastonbury.
The M4 motorway 5km West of Reading 10:00am
As Ellana made her way past a large settlement called Reading, she heard a bleeping sound come from the dashboard of the car. Sighing she saw a symbol of a tall box with a wire flash red , the dial above it indicated it had almost near the "E" So what does that mean? Have I run out of fuel. Damn these human vehicles the fact that they run on fossil fuels, is a primitive notion. We have been using cold based fusion power for the last 400 cycles in our vehicles. Looks like I need an alternative form of transportation and a new face as well. Pulling into a layby, Ellana discovered she wasn't alone. There was a blue camper van, with the initials VW on it's front and there a group of young humans two men and two young females. The two males where sitting pouring over a map while the females stood facing them. Either one looks suitable. If they are going to Glastonbury then I need to go be on that bus, let's listen in and see where they are going Getting out of her car, Ellana opened her her hood pretending to look at her engine as she listened in. "Look Charlie, mate. Admit it we are lost you followed the SatNav and it took us to Reading instead of Glastonbury." Charlie, a redheaded human let out an exasperated breath as he poured over a map with a second male a darker haired swarthy human. "Well you are the one who programmed it this morning, Nigel so it's hardly my fault is it?" One of the girls, a pretty blonde wearing tight blue jeans shook her head. "For fuck sake guys. At this rate we will Miss Taylor Swift and she's on Saturday." Charlie turned to her rolling his eyes. "Well I doubt we will be out here for that long. Unless, you think you can read a map Brittany?" Another girl next to Brittany started to cross her legs. She was a pretty little thing with long chestnut hair that framed a sweet rounded face with slender cheekbones and big blue doe shaped eyes. She was wearing a white tank top with a British flag, tight blue denim shorts with white trainers and frilly lace white ankle socks. Overwhich was a matching blue denim cropping jacket. Small looped earrings with a small love heart pendant. "Guys will you stop fighting? I'am sure Charlie knows where he's going SatNav or no. Besides, I really need the little girls room." Charlie let out another sigh. "Well you don't need my permission, Gemma. Perhaps by the time you come back, I will have worked out where the bloody hell we are." Ellana watched as the girl peeled from the safety of her group into the tree line behind her. Ducking into the long grass, Ellana stalked the unsuspecting Gemma creeping behind her as she dropped her shorts revealing her small pert buttocks. Time to relieve you of everything my dear.
Gemma Atkinson let out a sigh of relief as she voided her bladder into the bush in sight of her friends, who were still bickering, her white tanga thong around her ankles, her small vagina crowned with a thin trimmed strip of light brown fuzz completely exposed. I hate it when everyone's tense like this. We came to Glastonbury to enjoy our summer holiday after a tough uni year, not to rip each others heads off. As she felt the last of her water leave her pussy, Gemma thought she heard a rustle from behind her. "Hello...?" She asked as she turned around. Seeing nothing she shrugged chuckling to herself as she prepared to make herself decent Easy, Gemma. It's nothing probably just a squirrel. I hope he doesn't run up my -what?! Suddenly, a slender hand clamped around her mouth muffling her cry of surprise followed by another gripping her throat. Gemma let out a muffled squeak as she felt the sides of her throat being pinched, her eyes rolling back into her head as she slumped unconscious into the grip of her attacker as she was dragged half naked deeper into the bushes. Her friends too absorbed in their arguement to take note of her plight.
Ellana stripped off Zainab's clothes and jewellery as she knelt over the half naked body of Gemma before she lent in, kissing the girl hard on her soft young lips as she assumed her pleasing form. Her breasts shrunk, skin lightened and hair grew as she removed the girl's jewellery. "Gemma Atkinson, 18, media studies student, University of Nottingham." She whispered as she put on Gemma's jewellery before pulling off Gemma's shorts and panties from around her ankles then unlaced her trainers pulling them off along with her socks." She's not particularly academically gifted. Her father a city councillor got her onto the course because he's friends with the University Dean. She actually wants to be a singer." After she pulled up the shorts fastening them then putting on the footwear, Ellana lent the half naked Gemma against her body slipping off her denim jacket from her shoulders one arm at a time before she held up the students arms. She slid the tank top over Gemma's head revealing an invisible strapped white solid bra enveloping A-cup breasts and a love heart navel piercing. Reaching Gemma's body Ellana removed her belly button jewellery, inserting it in as she unclasped her bra slipping free off her chest. Letting Gemma's petite naked body flop back onto the ground, Ellana admired her youthful cute A-cup breasts with perky circular rose petal areolas as she fastened on the bra. She quickly got dressed in the rest of Gemma's clothes pulling on her jacket. When she was fully dressed Ellana picked up the petite naked body of Gemma dragging her deeper into the treeline, stashing her inside a fallen log. Rubbing her hands together, Ellana walked back towards the bickering students.
Ellana cleared her throat as she walked back towards the group of bickering students, drawing their attention. "Gemma you're back!" Brittany said as she approached her giving her a hug, Ellana felt affection behind it. Ellana smiled as she returned the hug maintaining her cover as she turned to Charlie and Nigel. "Look guys. Before we left Nottingham, I researched the route to Glastonbury. If you let me drive I can get us there by the afternoon. Charlie let out a surprised chuckle. "Research? You? Brittany is the one who completes your study notes but that's only because she's sweet on you." Brittany blushed as Nigel chipped in. "Why didn't you say anything before, Gem?" Ellana released herself gently from Brittany as she walked towards him. "You never asked me before." She lied as the two boys nodded in resignation. "Come on, everyone. If we stand around here all day we will miss Taylor Swift." Ellana clapped her hands together as Charlie folded up the map. "Okay, that settles it then. Gemma's driving!" They all clambered into the van as Ellana got behind the shell. "I call shotgun!" Brittany said a little too eagerly as she jumped into the passenger seat. As they buckled up, Ellana started the engine. I wonder if Gemma knew about Brittany's affections for her... she thought as she drove back onto the road. Using her photographic memory to find the way to Glastonbury.
Glastonbury Music Festival Saturday 21st June 2024 09:00am
Over the course of the next several days, Ellana had gotten to know her new human friends quite well and had enjoyed the music of who her companions had called 'headline acts'. Groups like Coldplay and an ageing group of rockers called the Rolling Stones. To her surprise, Ellana had found herself cheering around to the guitar riffs as the music seeped into her very being. Adrenaline at the sheer noise of the crowd which was louder than what she experienced at Munich If this isn't worship, then I don't know what is. But I must find out more. I miss find this Taylor Swift . On the Friday when the rain had started to spot Makes me wish that I was back in California. Where is the sun? It is summer here isn't it? Brittany whose attention she had to politely decline on a few occasions had told her something quite interesting. "You know Wimbledon will be starting in a few days, and the word is Emily Radicanu as a good chance to win." She said as the two boys were busy swapping music tracks. Ellana popped open a can of Coke, looking intrigued. "So Wimbledon? What happens there and who's this Radicanu girl?" Brittany looked at her with confusion. "Wow, I guess that music really as rattled your head Gem." She chuckled as she picked up a cigarette lighting it, Ellana refused it when offered. "You know the British number 1 and the tennis tournament? We talked about going there. But these two..." She gestured to Charlie and Nigel. "...hate tennis. You would think that the sight of cute ballgirls in short skirts, would get them running. But not those two. Us on the other hand..." Brittany punctuated with a giggle as Ellana picked up Gemma's phone, googling Wimbledon Hmm? I have only done one human sport and Radicanu looks a pleasing target. Besides it's not that far away. Definitely worth further investigation. Finishing her research Ellana sipped on her coke, she was looking forward to taking to the stage and singing once again. It's been a while since I sung so I may be a little rusty. It will certainly take me back to my student days, singing in bars. But since I took up Gravball I didn't keep it up "Hey guys.." the sound of Brittany's voice called her back to the present. "...the rains cleared up. And Dua Lipa is on next."
So on the morning of the Saturday the day of Taylor's headline act, Ellana had quietly woken getting dressed silently before leaving the tent and her companions reluctantly behind. She walked through the slightly mudded deserted field were a small city of tents had sprang up, the rain spotting off her denim jacket searching for a new form to infiltrate the large stage behind her. Over the course of the last few days, Ellana had spotted a few men and women dressed in yellow coats with the word Steward stencilled on their backs. They must be the staff or security of the site. One of their uniforms and faces should get me into the backstage area and from there Taylor. I just need to get a female on her own... Luckily, Ellana spotted a young blonde female steward walk towards a row of blue portacabins behind which was a large bush clutching a pack of cigarettes. She was attractive girl with heart shaped features smooth cheekbones and hazel-grey eyes. Her hair cut short in a pixie style. Under her jacket was a hint of blue checkered flannel shirt, black denim jeans with matching lace boots. Smiling Ellana approached her from behind her, rain still spotting on her jacket.
Damn this bloody rain! Light damn you! Yvonne Vickers thought as she desperately tried to light the cigarette she had already popped in her mouth. "Come on, come on.." Yvonne whispered as the rain tried to stifle the small flame from her lighter. I need this! Or how else will I be able to deal with a whole crowd of screaming students baying after Taylor bloody Swift? I really wish I was back at Greggs on the morning shift. As soon as the small flame appeared Yvonne let out a small cry of of surprise, that was suddenly cut off when a slender hand clamped around her throat knocking her cigarette out her mouth and lighter from her hand. Unable to cry out Yvonne felt another hand clamp around her mouth, muffling her cries of surprise as she was dragged into the bushes. She let out a short muffled squeak as her attacker pinched the sensitive spots either side of her slender neck, slumping unconscious as she was lowered to the ground.
Smiling and glad to be out of the rain, Ellana stripped off Gemma's clothes and jewellery before she lent in to kiss the unconscious woman assuming her form. Feeling her breasts swelling and her hair shortening, Ellana removed the stewards hair studs putting them in. "Yvonne Vickers, 24, Volunteer Steward and Part-Time Greggs store assistant." She said unzipping Yvonne's jacket revealing her checkered blue flannel shirt, leaning her body against her Ellana slipped the jacket off her shoulders one arm at a time before unlacing her boots. " She's looking to apply to be a security guard. Yvonne has already taken the course but lacks experience." She pulled off the girls boots along with her multicoloured ankle socks. " So hence the volunteer work. She's not to fond of the music played here at Glastonbury, Yvonne prefers classical music." Leaning the unconscious Yvonne against her for a second time, Ellana unbuttoned her flannel shirt revealing a multicoloured cropped camisole covering her C-cup breasts. After slipping off her shirt, Ellana pulled Yvonne's camisole up over her head. As she let the woman's half naked body flop back down onto the grass, Ellana pulled on the stolen camisole admiring Yvonne's well formed C-cup breasts with light pink puffy circular areolas. Kneeling by the half naked Yvonne, she unfastened the woman's jeans peeling them from her rounded hips down her long slender legs before she whipped off the matching multicoloured bikini cut panties, from between the woman's thighs exposing her full pink clit crowned with a strip of trimmed golden pubic hair. Once she had pulled up the stolen panties, Ellana quickly dressed in Yvonne's clothes taking in her slim naked form and pert rounded buttocks. Zipping up the jacket, she tore up Gemmas tank top binding and gagging the naked steward then dragged the naked woman deeper into the bushes concealing her body. Rubbing her hands together, Ellana walked back onto the campground making her way to the large stage.
Backstage area, Glastonbury 9:25am
As she walked towards the backstage area Ellana felt the rain drum softly off her jacket. The sun definitely as left this place. Is this what passes for summer in the UK? Ahead of her she could see a number of young men and women wearing black polo shirts with Staff stenciled in white large on their backs. They looked like they were unloading music equipment. She flashed a smile to a burly bald security officer with a photo ID on his bicep on his black coat who was standing guard at the door of the backstage area, all she received back was an out stretched arm. "Whoa! Where do you think you're going, love?" Ellana let an exasperated sigh. "Well, I'am a steward. Which means I'am staff. Let me pass!" The man remained impassive as he crossed his arms. " That's not how it works, love. You are a steward you babysit the millennial hoardes that's all. Only event staff or Taylor's groupies allowed in." Ellana put her hands on her hips. "What!? You have got to be joking?" The man grinned shaking his head. "Look, I don't make the rules I enforce them. Now off you pop, steward." He said gesturing with his head, punctuating the title with a sheer as Ellana turned on her heels in frustration. As she walked away she weighed up her options. So only staff or whatever a groupie is are allowed in, right? I need one of their outfits and faces nothing else for it As she scanned the area, Ellana spotted a young female staffer on her own unloading a white van in the corner of the area. Smiling Ellana appraised her as she got closer, the rain suddenly stopping.
Grace Sato let out another sigh as she leapt from the open side door of the transit van pulling out another amplifier from the back. It's a good thing this rain as stopped, or else it would have gotten swamped she thought as she raised rubbing her back catching her reflection. She was a looker with tanned diamond shaped features, high cheekbones and upwardly slanted open brown eyes. Her long black hair looped through her black "Taylor Swift" branded baseball cap. She was dressed in a short sleeve black polo shirt with STAFF written on the back in white, tight blue jeans with black sneakers. A collection of piercings adorned her eyes and a yin-yang pendant graced her slender neck. I hope I can spend a bit of time with Taylor, before the gig. She promised we could go over that new track she's teaching me and I still to give her a good luck kiss. Huh?! From behind her, Grace could have sworn she felt something whoosh past behind her. Nevermind, must be the wind. She shrugged as she walked back to the van. But before she could take out another box Grace felt a hand grab the front of her shirt pulling her inside the back. She tried to scream but felt a hand grasp around her throat, squeezing applying pressure to the vulnerable points either side of her neck. She only got the merest glimpses of her attacker, a blonde haired woman in a yellow stewards jacket, straddling her. Grace let out a small strangled squeak of pain as the eyes rolled into the back of her head, slumping unconscious onto the floor of the van.
After quickly sliding the van's side door shut, Ellana knelt by the unconscious girl stripping off Yvonne's clothes before planting a hard kiss on the girls lips pulling off her baseball cap, assuming her form. "Grace Sato, 21, Taylor Swift groupie." She removed Grace's collection of piercings along with her necklace putting them on. She then worked loose her hair tie adopting Grace's ponytail before unlacing her sneakers. " She's an aspiring guitarist herself and often plays Taylor's guitar when no one's around. Grace wants to be one of Taylor's backing group but suffers from stage fright. " She pulled off Graces footwear, socks included before flicking her arms up. " Interesting, Taylor is mentoring her in private but it's a closely guarded secret and Grace as a crush on her." Ellana pulled the polo shirt up over Grace's head revealing B-cup breasts enveloped by a solid black push up bra. Rolling the half naked Grace onto her side, Ellana unclipped her bra pulling the garment loose from her chest as she rolled the body onto her back. Ellana admired the firm small breasts of Grace with slightly pointed perky brown areolas as she clasped on the bra. Unbuttoning the girls jeans Ellana worked them off her slender hips peeling them down her long tanned legs followed by her matching solid black thong, that had covered a small brown clitoris decorated with a thick trimmed stripe of black fuzz. Pulling up the stolen panties, Ellana quickly got dressed in the rest of Grace's clothes. Setting the baseball hat on her head, looping the ponytail through, Ellana then tore Yvonne's shirt into strips binding her wrists and ankles gagging her before dragging the naked girl behind a row of boxes, onto her front. Taking a good long look at Graces pert peach shaped buttocks, Ellana tossed the remains of Yvonne's clothing on top of her then opening the van's side door leapt back onto the ground. Sliding the door closed, she locked it. To her disappointment the rain had returned and black clouds were on the horizon
"Hey Grace!" The voice of a young man caught her attention. Ellana turned to see a groupie walk up to her, a black guitar clutched in his hands. " Have you finished unloading the van?" Ellana flashed him a smile and a nod. "Yes. That was the last of Taylor's stuff." The young blonde haired man beamed. "Sweet! Could you take Taylor's guitar up to her? While I get everything else set up." Ellana grinned not believing her luck. "Of course! I would be more than happy to." The man smiled as he handed it to her. "Okay, tell Taylor Nick says hi and wish her good luck from me!" Ellana looped the guitar over her shoulder as she bade Nick farewell. So Grace is familiar with Taylor and knows the way to her dressing room, how fortuitous Using Grace's memories, she retraced her steps to the backstage door coming to the same security guard from before. He regarded her with a curious look as he noticed the guitar. "Can I pass? I need to take Taylor's guitar to her?" She asked as the man flashed her a smile standing aside to open the door for her. "In you go kid. Tell her to break a leg." Ellana smiled as she walked on through, using Grace's memories to show her the way to Taylor's dressing room.
Taylor Swifts Dressing Room 9:55am
Looking into her light framed vanity, Taylor Swift applied her dark red lipstick that complimented her dark eyeliner and dark red blusher that emphasised her heart shaped slightly tanned features, high natural cheekbones and narrow piercing sapphire eyes. Her long blonde hair tied into a knot. She was dressed today in a black leather jacket with her name printed in pink on the back, underneath a black tank top that emphasised her C-cup breasts. Matching tight leather pants held up by a studded belt with knee high zipped heel boots. A studded choker graced her neck along with skull earrings and multiple rings on her fingers. Let them see me as a rock chick. I sooner be seen as a Suzie Quattro then as Barbie. Besides, it's Graces favourite look. Where is she? She said she would be by before I headline A knock at the door behind her drew her attention. Smiling Taylor got up as she walked over to the door opening it wide Speak of the devil! "Grace! Hi! How are y-ugh!" Taylor did see the smile on her lovers face but not the arm she had raised. She let out a pained squeak as Grace struck her with her hand on her right nerve cluster, collapsing unconscious onto her side. Ellana smiled as she closed the door. "Well, let's see if I can do better than you. Shouldn't be difficult." She said as she looped the guitar over her head, leaning it against the wall.
After stripping off Graces clothes, Ellana knelt by the unconscious Taylor Swift planting a kiss on her red ruby lips assuming her form as she removed Taylor's jewellery and accessories. "Taylor Swift, 34, Singer/Songwriter. Her relationship with an American football player is a cover. Taylor actually as feelings for Grace and it is reciprocated." She put on Taylor's jewellery before adopting her knot. "This is kept from the public eye as Taylor doesn't want put Grace through the public spotlight. She is happy with a private relationship which as turned sexual." Once she had unzipped Taylor's boots, pulling them off her feet Ellana slipped off Taylor's jacket from her shoulders one arm at a time. Leaning the singers body against her, Ellana held up her arms pulling off her tank top exposing her buoyant C-cup breasts with pale pink rose petal areolas. Letting the half naked body of Taylor Swift flop back down onto the carpet, breasts wobbling, she pulled on the tank top before unbelting Taylor's tight leather pants. Unzipping them, Ellana worked the singers pants from her hips down her long dancers legs revealing a red lace G-string thong covering her modesty. Sparing no thought to Taylor's modesty, Ellana whipped off the woman's scant underwear admiring a small pink clean shaven womanhood. Pulling up the stolen underwear, she got dressed in the rest of Taylor's outfit pulling on the leather jacket liking the feel of the material on her stolen form. Ellana then tore up Grace's shirt binding the singers limbs and gagging her before dragging the naked athletic form of Taylor Swift by her ankles over to her wardrobe, stashing her inside in a foetal position as she tossed Grace's clothes on top of her. Closing the door on the naked star, Ellana sat by the woman's vanity applying her makeup. After 5 minutes of preparation, Ellana was confident she looked the part smacking her lips together, she grinned. Then came a knock at the door followed by a voice. "Excuse me, Ms Swift?" Came a male voice from behind the door. "You have five minutes." Rising from the vanity, she put down the makeup then grabbed Taylor's guitar looping it over her shoulder. She opened the door on the young man. "Thanks, but I'am ready now!" She beamed at the human as she closed the door behind her. Using Taylor's memories she fell into step behind him, making her way to the stage eager to begin.
The Stage 10:10am
Ellana bounded onto the stage clapping her hands together to the roar of the crowd, a veritable sea of humanity. She grabbed the microphone. "Hello Glastonbury! Are you ready to blast the roof off this place!" A huge cacophony of noise answered her question. Having already done her research into the songs of Taylor Swift, Ellana had began with So It's Gonna Be Forever which was the first of Taylor's songs she had been exposed to back in February. The crowd cheering as Ellana screamed into the microphone, using Taylor's memories to pull the correct chords on the guitar. The song is still as terrible as the first time I had heard it. Yet these humans are lapping it up. And I should have figured that I would sound just like her. I replicate everything after all. Vocal chords included. The next track Ellana had chosen was Anti-Hero which achieved the same result. Over the course of an hour Ellana had performed a further three of Taylor Swift songs as the rain was know teeming it down. All of her songs have the same result and are all equally boring. I have an idea. Let's change things up... Ellana clapped her hands together. "Alright Glastonbury! I have a little something new! Let's see how you like this!" Ellana then began to sing her favourite song Serenni's Vacation to Mistula! as sung by her best friend, the number one rock star on Zenobia Varenna. The crowd stopped cheering for a moment as they failed to comprehend the Zenobian language, until to Ellana's surprise they resumed bouncing along. Huh? So I have just got to sing anything and they dance along. It seems like music stars here have the same power over the masses as they do back home. For the next 30 minutes, Ellana performed another two of Varenna's hits Sunset on Gershon II and Keep on Changing . The roared their enthusiasm and as Ellana completed another guitar riff, her heart sank. There working their way through the crowd were Agents L & M. Typical, always showing up to spoil my investigations. She lent into the mic. "Sorry Glastonbury! But my throats a little hoarse after those numbers. I need a drink. I love you!" The crowd let out a disappointed groan then someone, a young female yelled. "We love you too, Taylor!" Waving to the crowd, Ellana retreated backstage. I need a change of clothes and a new face
Backstage 11:40am
Ellana didn't have wait long for an opportunity to come her way. As she made her way back towards Taylor's dressing room she had almost bumped into a young redheaded female who had been hiding behind a stack of crates. "Oh my god! It's you Taylor!" She shrieked completely startling the Zenobian An obsessed fan, wonderful. But an opportunity "That was some really slick new material, loved it! Like I love you! I'am Carla your number 1 fan!" Ellana appraised the young girl. She was an attractive redheaded girl; with squared freckled features, sculptured cheekbones and bright emerald eyes. Her flame coloured hair tied into a ponytail with a white scrunchie. She was dressed in a stonewashed denim vest with a matching pair of distressed jeans held up by a pink glittering Taylor Swift buckle, underneath was a loose t-shirt with the singers face plastered across her B-cup breasts. Red converse trainers and blue socks. A heart shaped necklace graced her slender neck with matching ear studs. "Um, Taylor? Could I have your autograph, please?" Ellana flashed her a grin. "Of course. Do you have a pen?" She said raising her right hand high as the clueless girl looked down reaching into her handbag. "Yeah. How stupid of me-ugh!" Carla let out a small pained whelp as Ellana struck her on the right side of her neck, the girl was unconscious before she hit the ground. Catching Carla under her shoulders taking her weight as she slumped, Ellana dragged her behind the crates out of sight.
Propping the unconscious Carla against an empty crate, Ellana stripped out of Taylor Swift's clothes before she lent in kissing the unconscious girl on her lips assuming her form removing her jewellery. "Carla Bradbury, 20, Coffee Shop Barista and Obsessed Taylor Swift fan. She bunked off work just to sneak back stage to meet her idol. She did consider robbing one of the Taylor roadies but didn't want to get into trouble." She unlaced Carla's trainers pulling them off along with her socks "Hmm? She has a shrine back home complete with poster and candles." Shivering down her spine, Ellana put on Carla's jewellery before working out her scrunchie adopting her ponytail. She slipped off the denim vest from the redhead's shoulders then pulled up her shirt over her head, revealing a solid blue pastel t-shirt bra covering her B-cups as Carla's arms flopped back by her sides. Leaning the girl forward, Ellana unclasped her bra pulling it loose from her chest. She admired Carla's buoyant firm slightly pointed freckled B-cup breasts with pink puffy full areolas as she fixed on the girls bra. Unbuckling the fans jeans, Ellana worked them loose from Carla's hips peeling them down her long legs exposing her matching blue thong. Whipping these from between Carla's thighs revealed two surprises; a small pink clitoris crowned with a tuft of flame red hair and tattoo on the right hip that read "CB♥TS" I guess she really was Taylor's number 1 fan Chuckling Ellana pulled up the stolen underwear has she got dressed in the rest of Carla's clothing. After pulling on the girl's jacket, Ellana bound Carla's limbs gagging her with torn strips of Taylor's tank top then picking up the slim petite naked body of the obsessed fan under her shoulders she tipped the girl's body into an open crate taking a good look at Carla's small tight buttocks. Tossing in the remains of Taylor's clothes and packing her guitar, Ellana sealed the crate shut. Ellana searched Carla's bag, finding a set of vehicle keys and her smartphone. Smiling she looped the bag over her shoulder, using Carla's memories to make her way to the hidden entrance she used.
11:50am
Ellana found her way outside to a black moped, a black crash helmet resting on the handlebars. Straddling the vehicle, she strapped on the helmet on before checking Carla's phone. Excellent. There's a 12:30pm train to Wimbledon departing Glastonbury station. It should only take 10 minutes to get there. At least the sun's out now. Replacing the girls phone into her handbag, Ellana revved up the engine finding her way out to the main road using Carla's memories to show her the way to Glastonbury Station.
12:05pm Glastonbury Station
Parking Carla's moped, Ellana made her way into the packed station approaching the platform weighing up her options. I could very well buy a ticket, Carla does have a substantial amount of money in her bag, although I still can't work out how pounds work compared to euros or dollars or... As she considered her next move, Ellana noticed a young brunette female emerge from the front of the train walking towards the women's Hmm? It looks like she drives the train. I could become her and avoid paying for a ticket. Besides, it could be fun driving this thing. I mean the fact that humans still drive their trains is fascinating and quaint. We turned to a fully automated service 74 cycles ago. Yes I will become her. Ellana followed the driver to the bathroom, appraising her. She was a pretty little thing with rounded features, slender cheekbones and bright eyes the colour of turquoise. Her chestnut brown hair tied into a short ponytail. Her uniform consisted of a blue zip up jacket with "Network Rail" on her left breast underneath which was a blue polo shirt and black trousers with matching sensible shoes. Her ID hung around her neck on an orange lanyard. Watching as the woman ducked into ladies bathroom, Ellana grinned. This was going to very interesting...
Train driver Harriet Lowe unzipped her trousers dropping them and her cream lace thong down around her ankles as she sat on the toilet bowl, exposing her small vagina crowned with a faint trimmed strip of brown pubic hair. She let out a sigh of relief as she emptied the contents of her full bladder into the bowl. Just another busy day doing the best job in the UK. All these people going to the tennis when they should be doing more constructive like getting a job The sound of the bathroom door opening drew her attention as she watched a pair of shadowed feet enter the cubicle beside her. Shrugging, Harriet felt the last of her urine leave her pussy but as she reached to grab some toilet paper, Harriet felt a slender hand grip her throat from above behind her. She tried to scream but found she couldn't even speak, not could she look up to see her attacker. As she panicked, Harriet let out a small squeak of pain feeling the sides of her throat being pinched. Her eyes rolled back into her skull Harriet slumped unconscious in her attackers grip as she sat on the toilet bowl, legs spread open.
Feeling the consciousness leave the unconscious driver, Ellana relaxed her grip climbing over the cubicle to join the half naked woman. After stripping off Carla's clothes, Ellana straddled the woman kissing her hard on her soft partially open lips. assuming her form as she loosened her ponytail. "Harriet Lowe, 21, Network Rail Train Driver. She loves trains, well the old stream trains. All of her family as been working on the trains since her grandfather. She also has a train set back home." Ellana said as she adopted Harriet's ponytail before unlacing her shoes pulling them off along with her nude coloured socks. Removing the woman's trousers and panties from around her ankles, Ellana pulled them up fastening the trousers then lacing up her shoes. Looping Harriet's ID over her head, she slipped off her jacket from her slender shoulders one arm at a time. Ellana then held up the train drivers arms pulling her polo shirt up over head revealing a matching cream coloured lace underwired bra, with a cute ribbon between her c-cups. Reaching around Harriet's back, Ellana unclasped the bra admiring her well formed breasts with pale pink puffy circular areolas. Once she had clasped on the bra, Ellana quickly got dressed in the rest of Harriet's uniform slipping on the jacket and looping the ID over her head. Tearing up Carla's Taylor Swift t-shirt Ellana bound the slim petite naked Harriet then gagged her. Opening the door of the cubicle, she dragged the bound naked girl over to the attendants cupboard stashing her inside against the far wall as she tossed in the remains of Carla's outfit before leaving Harriet in darkness. Pausing to check her reflection in the mirror, Ellana grinned sweeping from the bathroom.
12:30pm
As Ellana got into the trains cab she glanced over the control board, getting a sense of déja vû There's even more knobs, dials and buttons then the dodgem controls at Santa Monica. And would you look at that? There's another lever, oh joy! Well Ellana just use Harriet's memories and we will get to Wimbledon in one piece. After hearing the signal to depart, she pressed a large red button that started the engine which was strangely quiet It runs on electricity, fascinating but also efficient before she pulled the lever completely forward. Ellana was pinned into her chair as the train shot forward at high speed. Alright, that was a little too fast. Let's ease off a little bit... pulling the lever back down slowing the train to a near crawl. Ugh! No it's too slow, I won't get there till tomorrow at this rate. Let's just even it out. Pulling the lever to the middle position, Ellana lent back into her chair letting out a sigh of relief as she watched the world pass by her viewport. I'am really looking forward to experiencing this tennis. Will be as exciting as Football? She wondered as she watched with curiosity as an insect splattered on her windscreen.