I was browsing through YouTube's depths in search of video content that might tickle my very particular fancy, and I happened upon a variety of footage from large, overpowering raves. Raves/concerts by Dubstep performers using the 'source' of some of my most potent kinks as part of their flashy, crowd-pleasing display. The significant bits, to me, are short - but they were enough to leave an impact.

So! It got me thinking.

What if I were kidnapped and then taken to a magical, occult rave. A modernized ritual with pumping base and grinding dancers on the floor. A lurid work of mysticism intent on creating something even more magical?

Taken unbeknownst, and then thrust onto the stage in the midst of the ongoing song. Shock, at first, of course. Seeing the display. Maybe a touch of fear, being on stage in front of everyone, too.

But soon the music takes hold. And the people aren't so important as the bass telling me to /shake those hips/. The hypnotic, mind-warping music pulling at my very soul as it starts to twist my body and mind together into something new, but hidden within me. The music hitting with the force of a truck as my chest starts to swell with every beat.

Curves, softness, thickness in the right places - emerging as the music commands. Melting from a hapless boy into a belly-dancing, grinding, genie on stage.

The crowd celebrating luridly as their new prize begins to shake and shimmy instinctually, as she's always known how to do. Cheering as she's awakened to her true self, dancing and jiggling to the music expertly, the magic complete and perfect.

...

*Cough* Yeah.

What if.