The Race

The aliens made it simple: the loser of the race would be made a girl via the girly light and taken as a sex slave to the Moorton Colony of the Heximon Empire. Bart had no idea what Moorton or Heximon is, but he knows what a girl is. He also knows he wants to stay a dude. His buddy Alex will have to live as a girl on a far off world, as far as Bart was concerned; he was keeping his junk.

The foreboding UFO hovering over Bart and Alex drove home the seriousness of the situation. It was a simple challenge: the first one to cross the finish line wins. The race is down the old hiking trail, over four miles of rugged terrain. Bart didn’t wait for the starting gun; he took off as soon as the terms were set.

Bart pushed everything he had into his mountain bike. He managed to stay upright as he hit the turns hot. Alex had a late start and was falling further behind. Bart did not ease up. He stepped into his peddles to assure his win. The finish line was in sight. Bart’s throat hurt as he breathed hard, pushing with everything he had to win the race.

The alien craft hovered over the finish line. As Bart crossed the line a bright flash erupted from the UFO. Bart could not believe the aliens lied to him. Those bastards! A moment later Alex limped across the finish line to be greeted by the same flash of the girly light. “Why?” is all Bart could ask.

“The race was to determine which brothel each of you would work in,” said an alien as they herded the boys, ah, I mean girls onto to the UFO bound for Moorton Colony of the Heximon Empire. Bart, as Mary, served the clientele well. She kept moral high on the outpost.