Jacky is forced to undergo painful conversion therapy to make her a straight woman. Meanwhile, a sinister personality works behind the scenes to destroy Jacky and Jill in one swift stroke. Can Jacky resist the treatment? Will Chris save the day? Jacky's childhood trauma is finally revealed.

Derek was the next guy to arrive. Unlike Jeff, he was a sexist douche. He hung out with other popular guys, but all the girls hated him. They intended to change that. He knocked on the door extremely loudly. When he opened the door he saw some hot girl he didn’t recognize

“Who the hell are you, bitch?”

“I’m Jessica, i’m new to the group. Who are you?”

“I’m Derek. Nice tits by the way.” Jessica ignored him.

“Lets go to the back, that’s where the pool.”

When they got to the pool, he saw that he was the only guy.

Nerd-No-More, that great little, bio-chemical problem solver.

“Galen, your report on the Destructors Incident?” Albert Coleman, the Secretary of Defense, asked Galen.

This was first meeting between Galen and the National Security Council, plus the Joint Chiefs, since the explosion of the crystal three days ago... but this wasn’t the first meeting between himself and the Council about Bug, whom this meeting was no doubt going to be about.

Photo by: Bruno Tavares
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Nerd-No-More
by Ellie Dauber (c) 2018

Tired of being bullied? Take Nerd-No-More and see the change.

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Nerd-No-More -- Available by prescription only; talk to your doctor now.

"Dear Amy McKinley, congratulations, we are happy to inform you that we have accepted your application to work with us. You will serve as part of the engineering department. Please report to the following address at 2pm on Thursday 06/04/52."

I re-read the letter for the hundredth time. Surely there had to be some sort of mistake. I thought I had applied for a job in the PR department of the European Cosmic Alliance, I was just a history student, certainly not cut out for engineering, knowing nothing about it and not really being in any shape for the manual labour required.

The Portrait: Frame II
by Ellie Dauber

This story is a follow-up to “The Portrait”, but I’ve tried to keep it as self-contained (and consistent) as possible. Both stories are part of a series that also includes "Valentine Gift" and "Shakedown", all of which tell of the very magical Uncle Stavros.

*****

Dear Mr. Norman:

Stavros get your letter about the noise. Stavros sorry that nice lady, Miss Gray, not like Stavros’ music, but Miss Gray gone. She married now. Live with husband out in country.

I was pretty sure an offer of twelve dollars wasn't a compliment...
 

Fantastic Mars
by Erin Halfelven
 

 
-2- Bandits of Mars

Moment of truth. I'm in the hospital's cybercafe. It's three am so I have the place to myself and I'm about to do what I've been putting off since Michael told me the secret, or at least, what he claimed was the secret. I google 'Marcus Julius Naso', the name Michael told me was mine. .

Then I look at my search results and shudder. I attempted to usurp the throne of the Roman Empire before being assassinated in 407 AD? Oh, wait, that's the wrong Marcus Julius Naso!

The Awakening
By
Michele Nylons

Part Three – The Cost of Doing Business

John, the computer guy, blackmails Michele when he finds the secret files of her crossdressed on her computer. Michele decides to turn the tables and lays a trap but things don't turn out quite as expected.

The Awakening
By
Michele Nylons

Part Two – Resurrection

Mike meets Vanessa, the mysterious person who's email address and phone number he found secreted away. He is shocked to learn of his secret past, forgotten because of his amnesia. Vanessa reintroduces Mike to his alterego Michele, who emerges like a beautiful butterfly from her cocoon.

The Awakening
By
Michele Nylons

Part One – The Woman In The Mirror

I am often criticized for writing the same story over and over (caught with consequences/reluctance) so here is a different story from me. Michael has amnesia and can't remember who the 'woman in the mirror is'. It will come as no surprise when he finds out, but it's a fun ride along the way.

I was sitting on a bench outside Gare’s office, dressed in my uniform again. It had been an hour since the incident had occurred and I was still crying. Frank’s words stung. The class’s reaction stung. This sucked. My life sucked. Everything that I did always ended horribly. Was it ever going to get better for me? I’d only been aware of the past month, and pretty much everything I did always had something bad happen. When I went to the mall with Lacey, I broke down. When I went to the library, I overused my abilities, fell asleep on a toilet, and got to go to the dark place.

The door opens. Michael is home.

Tonight was the night. The night of the end of school prom. The prom where everyone would be there with their dates. Everyone except me. As I looked at the suit that hung upon my door, all I could think was, "I'm not going." It would be far too embaressing as I stand at the side of the dancefloor, alone, watching all the couples dance together.

Then my mother walked in.

"Kaleb, I got the bow tie for your suit tonight"

"I don't care. I'm not going"

"Hey, Kaleb! Can you come over and babysit Courtney for a couple of hours?"

My neighbor David had just called. He and his girlfriend Jenny had just had a baby a couple of months earlier. I easily said yes. Not only is the baby cute as a button, I could engage in one of favorite activities.

You see, I'm a combination transgender teen baby. So, not only could I indulge in the simplicity of baby things, I could also rifle the drawers of the bedroom.

There was simply too much going through my head to go back to sleep, so I stayed up. My name, my true name, was, if those figures could be trusted, Jamie. It wasn’t that bad of a name, so that was good. But still, those figures, they screamed it out in anger and pain. What happened? What did I do? Most importantly, what was the Dark Place? The last time, I assumed that I was dreaming, and that place was a representation of my mind. Now, I was sure that I wasn’t dreaming. This raised the question: if I wasn’t dreaming, then what was I doing?

Our amnesiac transsexual girl on the run is in hiding with worldly loudmouth pimp LeBron and young hunky wanna-be cowboy Reese, holed in a cheap motel. An uneasy truce exists between them as they play happy families and try to find out more about the mysterious Executive Solutions and who is Kelsey Rika?

Brooke was annoyed with her younger brother Kaleb. He had been annoying her and getting her into trouble all the time. So one day she wished she had a little sister who wouldn't annoy her as much and who she would have more control over so she ordered some kind of powder off some website a friend of hers told her would help. So when it came she slipped it in his soda he left on the table. So when he came back...

"Hey Brookiee." He said walking in grabbing the drink and guzzling it down. "What are you up to?" He asked.

Early Saturday morning, I was digging underneath the bed I slept in. I don’t know why I was, maybe I was bored, maybe I was trying to forget the unpleasant experience the day before. Honestly, the classes after lunch were just as a bad, and I got no information about Lhasa. But now, digging underneath a bed gave me time to think about it and now, I really didn’t want to know what had happened to Lhasa. I was also rethinking the whole school thing.

Hi My name is Kaleb, and I had quite a normal life. I had many friends at school and even got good grades. My Mom and Dad still lived together, and that means that I was from a stable home. I am sixteen years old, and I am looking forward to my birthday, when I become seventeen. Then I can decide more. Then what is the problem? Why this story?