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Chapter 5
It was eleven-thirty and Kaz made the cheerless announcement that he had to think about leaving us. It was evident that he wished that he could stay the rest of the day and enjoy Ami, but his important engagement with Elle magazine bade him go. We accompanied him to the entrance of the park and Ami never let go of his hand.
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Prelude
In the summer of our eighteenth year, four months before we entered our freshman year at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas, Ami Daishi and I spent the day with a group of future supermodels enjoying Disneyland. I was euphoric because I’d got to drive Ami’s brand new Porsche Boxster, which had been an obligatory graduation present from her father with whom she was not on speaking terms, to the Magic Kingdom.

I Can See Clearly Now
Third and Final Song of the Kylie Warren Saga
by Jennifer Sue

I can see clearly now the rain is gone,
I can see all obstacles in my way,
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind.
It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright) sunshiny day.
It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright) sunshiny day.

Part 1

I hope you like this story. There are some aspects here that are personal, some of it is fictional. I have never seen a story here at BC devoted to this type of problem. I hope it spurs some imagination here for you and get some solace that you are not alone with this problem. This is intended to be a Halloween type story. It is not your typical werewolf story. This story is now updated with a better ending.

Roswell, New Mexico, July 1947: Did a flying saucer crash there? Were aliens, live and dead, found? Would you want your son to marry an alien? What was the government covering up? I know that I swore off conspiracy theories, but as the world’s most infamous TG investigative reporter I have a duty to publish the Truth about Roswell (which I discovered by accident). Why? Because my findings have Universal (or Cosmetic) implications for our understanding of gender.