An apparently random group of men is abducted by aliens.

They’re angry, afraid, confused.

If only they’d been BCTS readers! They’d have had a better chance of knowing what to expect.

Mom continued with a sparkle in her eye. "The real question is, what makes you happy?"

In a world were there has been no rape, sexual assault or harassment in over 100 yrs. Each 16 year old child gets a letter that starts like this:

“ Don’t be daft Kim, what harm could you do, even if you wanted to, there is not a lot you could do, all fixed up the way you are. You are a girl now, remember that and just get on with life as normal, and stop worrying, you are more girly and feminine than a lot of the others we will be playing against.”

Mom gave me a hard look. “For God’s sake, Kissy, keep your pants on.”

Chapter Three - What Happens to the Girls?

Taylor finally gets her startup running and it's a huge success, so successful in fact that the profits exceed her expectations. Bradley Freeman takes liberties with Taylor, thinking she owes him more than just his cut of the profits and Taylor seeks Veronique's advice. Suddenly Taylor's hopes and dreams are threatened by an unexpected source.

The parents of a troublesome teenage son finally had enough and sends him for special training. He gets more than she bargains for.

Chapter One -- Gamer in a Suit

Taylor Averille finds a magical USB which promises him a life changing manifestation that will grant him happiness and fortune. Taylor has been trying to get his startup off the ground. Maybe the magical USB can help? What has he got to lose?

After a fancier hair-do and a lot more daytime makeup than usual, and wearing my best lacy undies to get me in the mood, I put on my white cocktail dress, bolero, pill box hat, and a totally impractical pair of 4” stilettos which would be difficult on the grassy areas around the rails, and for the first time really felt myself to be a glamorous attractive woman.

“ Kim, you have been living full-time as a girl for a couple of months now, I can’t remember the last time I looked at you and saw a boy. It’s not just the clothes and hair and things, but working with me and the girls you have picked up a lot of our mannerisms, the way we talk and express ourselves, even the way we walk and stand. The longer you continue like this, the harder it will be to turn back the clock. Unless you intend to take it a stage further I really think you ought to consider going back to school as a boy.”

A Navy seal instructor on vacation gets transferred into the body of a 12 yr old triplet. She uses her seal training to show her sisters she is some one to be reckoned with.

In a world were there has been no rape, sexual assault or harassment in over 100 yrs. Each 16 year old child gets a letter that starts like this:

I was up bright and early to get myself ready for school, I was still learning to prepare myself as a girl and wanted to give myself plenty of time. After a quick shower and shampoo, I put on my bra, knickers and a dressing gown and sat down to try to do my hair like Mam had done yesterday. It was awkward twisting my arm and wrist to try to get the brush in the right position to fill out my hair a bit while blow-drying it. Eventually I got it almost like she had done, gave it a final brush and a spray and I was happy. I decided that the more I do it , the easier and more natural it will become.

“Are you kidding me?” she asked, incredulous. “You’re 42 years old!
You don’t need to ask your so-called parents. Seriously!”

“I’m thirteen,” I retorted, “in case you hadn’t noticed. By the way,
have YOU looked in the mirror lately, Mrs. Shearpen?
You’re not a forty-year-old man any more either!”

The changing room was already empty when I got there, all the others had left, so I stripped off my sports clothes and went in for my shower. After towelling myself dry and brushing my hair I went to get my stuff to get dressed but was shocked to see that my uniform had been stolen and replaced with a girls’ set of clothes, a skirt and blouse. Obviously somebody having a big joke with me. There was nothing for it but to put my sports stuff back on again and go to look for my clothes, but while I was in the shower, someone had came in and taken that as well. I couldn’t stay in here all day, so the only option was to put on the clothes that had been left for me.

Lois laughed. “Did you ever read No Exit by Sartre?
It starts off like this -- a guy ends up in Hell,
and the first thing he asks for is a toothbrush.”

“Um, I don’t feel like I’ve landed in Hell,” I told her.
“I hope you don’t feel that way.”

Author's Note: When the text is alternating colors, please be aware that the scenes are alternating between the heroes.

The New Kid

Patrick Chatham entered the band room and nervously looked around. He was new to the area, as his father was a pilot for an F-35, and had just been transferred to Eielson Air Force Base.. Patrick was two grades ahead for his age, and this was his 2^nd semester of ninth grade.

He carried his flute in and went to see the band director, Mr. Thomas. Mr. Thomas had the flutes make room and placed Patrick with the 3^rd chair, until he had a chance to challenge.

The parents of a troublesome teenage son finally had enough and sends him for special training. He gets more than she bargains for.

“Is there really cake?” I asked.