You stand on the curb waiting for the next car to pull up. You're a valet at a nightclub in Los Angeles. Its a rotten gig but it pays some of your bills. Between college and this job your life is quite busy. Then a sleek Bugatti pulls up. You step off the curb and open the driver's side door. Then you see the driver. Older, gorgeous, and dressed for fun. You know immediately she's a cougar on the prowl. Her smile hits you like a 120-volt power line. You offer her a hand getting out and her fingers curl around yours.

It's Saturday morning and you drag yourself out of bed and stumble towards the bathroom. "Never again," you say, "I'm swearing off nursing students." You had been dating Karrie, a nursing student, until you caught her with not just one, but two guys, at a frat house. You stagger into the kitchen to make coffee. You glance over and see Denise, your roommate, painting her toenails. For the first time you notice how beautiful she is. Korean-American heritage, soft voice, and kind eyes. "Nah," you think to yourself, "she's gay... or is she?"

Its your senior year in high school. Prom is a few months away and you still don't have a date. Its after school and you're walking down an empty hallway on the second floor when you hear a sound like a palm hitting flesh. You look up to see Billy Freeman, the star quarterback, holding his cheek. In front of him is the unspoken queen bee of the school. Jess Walters. Beautiful, smart, kind are just a few adjectives used to describe her. But she's odd. Never agrees to a date no matter how many guys ask. There's something strange about her but you can't put your finger on it. "Don't you ever call me that again!" Jess shrieks. "You're a lesbian. There, I said it," Billy snarls, "you haven't dated one guy at school. Either you're a lesbian or...". Jess slaps him again. Billy storms off leaving Jess alone in the hallway. You can see her shoulders shaking and hear her crying. She looks up and sees you.

You enter the University of Florida's weight room and stop at the entrance. The rush of cool AC makes your break out in goosebumps. You close your eyes for a moment and just enjoy it. Between the near tropic heat and humidity outside this feels like paradise. You head to the free weight area and set up a benchpress. You're not a dedicated lifter or a bodybuilder but you like to stay in shape. As you hit the last rep a shadow falls over you. Looking up you see a woman with startling blue eyes... and a ripped body.

The rain outside you house is coming down hard. Occasional flashes of lightning making shadows that disappear almost faster than you can see. You're watching the TV because you're keeping up with the weather reports. It's hurricane season here in Florida and its the smart thing to do. Then your doorbell rings. You rise wondering who it could be? A neighbor who's roof is leaking? Someone whose found a lost pet? You open the door and see who it is. Then your blood runs cold. It's Akane, your ex-girlfriend. The same woman who walked out on you six months because you weren't successful enough. Akane, who took up with a smooth talking Cuban-American with slick backed hair, a built in tan, and a charming personality. Then you see her battered suitcase...

Everyone calls it the Day of the Change, or just the Change. Some people just became hybrids. Wolf-kin, Rat-kin, Shark-kin, and many others. This wasn't too bad except for one thing. Hybrids have litters, not single or twin births. And for the past 20 years this meant something bad. A housing crisis. You're living in a two bedroom house with a garage, a full-sized kitchen, two bathrooms, and an actual backyard despite your meager paycheck. How? You agreed to house a Hybrid. It provides a massive boost to your income via a government check plus your new "roommate" has a job. Unlike other humans you are living quite well. To most people you seem to have it made. But they don't know the truth. You didn't know when you signed up for the program that the hybrid would be chosen based on need and availability. You got Molly. Molly is sweet and shy. Molly helps out and even works at a perfume shop. She's cute and even adorable. But Molly is a skunk-kin! Any startling sound, accidental scare cause her to spray. And this also triggers a two hour cleaning spree. You came home from work but forgot to knock before entering. Now the two of you are lighting scented candles and opening windows

You pull up to the rest stop and turn off you bike. Helmet in hand, you head over to vending machines for something cold to drink. You're sitting on a bench just soaking in the afternoon sun when you hear it. The low growling sound of a motorcycle. Then a black and red customized bike pulls up. You watch with mild interest as the rider takes off their helmet.Then you gasp as wild, curly auburn hair spills out over slender leather-clad shoulders. It's a woman rider. And she's gorgeous. She eases the bike onto the kickstand and struts towards the vending machine. Her strut is both challenging and seductive. A nearby married man with his wife and kids looks over and spills his soda. She laughs and turns your way.

You park your car on the side street a half block away from the restaurant Mel told you to meet her at. You get out and check your look. Blue polo shirt, black trousers, and black shoes all look casual but good. You have no idea what's up with Mel. She said to meet her for dinner and to dress nice. Weird. Unusual. Yet still Mel. Melanie Duff. You've known her since your freshman year in high school. Biology class where she dissected a frog without screaming like the other girls in class. Mel the Tomboy. Mel, who is your best friend. She's also the first string shortstop for the college women's softball team. Smart, funny, and just... Mel. You reach the restaurant and hear her call out your name. Then you see her. "What the...?" you say out loud without thinking. Mel is wearing a dress. A red dress. And high heels!

The phone rings and you see the caller ID is Cleveland City Jail. You answer it thinking its a mistake. Then you hear her voice. Its Belinda Wong, your ex-girlfriend, who left you two years ago for some hot shot crypto-bro who promised her a better life.

It's the 5th of Martok, 3512 by the Galactic Calendar and your scout ship has just set down on the center of a lifeless metropolis on a dead world. This planet is the 3rd from its star and obviously once held a vast population. Per your ship's sensor array the atmosphere is breathable but a containment suit is suggested. The surface is still radioactive. "Looks like a global thermonuclear conflict's aftermath," Senior Scout Becktar says. "There's a life sign 12.2 kelmars away, sir," science officer Haset says in her smooth tone. The leader of the expedition looks at you, the security officer and says, "Check it out." You gear up and snag a plasma rifle and a handscanner before you disembark the Gejake class star scout. You follow the readings into a structure. Its taken a galactic hour to reach it. Then you find the "person". She, or you assume it's a she, is lying on the floor seemingly shunning what little light is penetrating this chamber. Her upper caninie teeth are displayed from receeding gums, her flesh pale, and her body showing signs of severe malnutrition. Her heart rate is so slow it barely registers. The creature's scarlet eyes regard you. (best played as an alien species of your design)

Animal kin are now a thing in the world. No one knows how or where it started. But without warning some ordinary people just... changed into animal hybrids. Just like your girlfriend Minnie. That was a year ago. You just adapted to her husky-kin alteration. But she went from a calm, sweet woman to a spastic, goofy hybrid hellbent on chasing small animals and howling whenever a police car, ambulance, or fire truck goes by with sirens wailing. It's Saturday. Now you're standing there with your hands on your hips deliberately blocking the bathroom door. Minnie is pouting at you. But you don't care. The small room smells like skunk, mud, and something you don't want to identify. All you wanted was to stroll through the park. But Minnie lost her marbles when she spotted a squirrel on the ground. She started chasing it and the poor terrified rodent darted into the brush. Minnie charged ahead. Right into the path of a skunk. Now with watery eyes and a pathetic expression she's refusing to bathe.

It's Saturday and you have just had a massive, relationship-ending fight with your girlfriend of two years. Debbie, your now ex, has been sneaking around with some gym bro. So now you're out walking the park to clear your head. Between the sleepless night and the exercise your energy levels are bottoming out. You step into a coffee shop still fuming about modern dating and its "hook-up culture" and the raging feminist and their demands. "What happened to the real women?" you mutter as you take your order and look for an empty seat. Then you see her. She's what your mom would call "mousy". Plain but cute. Reading a book while sipping at her cup of tea. She looks like the type of woman who isn't out clubbing (or cheating). There's something about her, something calm and sweet. She's about as far removed from the women you're usually attracted to. You decide to approach her by asking if the chair across from her is taken. It's a bold move...

You're sitting st the table when Yvette, a sultry blonde who slid into your DMs like an oiled dancer. It only took a week for you and her to decide to meet in person. She's funny and very open-minded. "Jacques Restaurante Paris" was the chosen venue for your date. Then she arrived with a gorgeous brunette. Tasha is flirty and already making you blush a little. The ladies sit down and suddenly you're not sure who you're on the date with. Is it the hot blonde or the mysterious brunette? Before you know it dinner arrives with wine and all three of you eat. Then the $400 check arrives. It's not going to hurt you financially but is this fair?

You wake up unaware of your surroundings. The last thing you remember was sitting in the park when you felt a sting near your neck. Now you're lying on a medical table wearing only a hospital gown. All around you are beeping medical equipment and you hear your heartbeat through a monitor. You glance to your right and see a white haired woman in a tank. She is pounding on the glass with a terrified expression. She seems to be the only other person in the room.

It's the warm blast of air that makes your eyes flutter. You see a blurry face examining you. "Are you awake?" the woman asks. Then you remember. You're onboard the USS Titan, the first FTL vessel, sent out to explore Alpha Centari. You're the ship's engineer. Something must be wrong or you're being woken up for your year-long duty. The NASA eggheads said it'll take five years for the Titan to reach its destination. Your vision clears and you're staring into the eyes of Doctor Kate Schmidt, the Titan's commanding officer. The redhead is floating in front of you in zero-gee. She smiles as you groan.

Its raining like hell outside the noodle shop. Sheets of water are running down the window. This greasy joint has best cheapest meal in Neo Cincinnati. You're trying to relax. Its been a busy day at NCPD and as a Cyber Crime Agent. Rogue android clerks. Malfunctioning maintenance bots. Hacked cyber-taxis. Its been a long day and you're sore, tired, and ready for eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. As you slurp your noodles your holo-phone emits a high pitched alert. You yank it out of the pocket of your black leather coat. Its displaying a Code 382A. Murder by robot. You scan the details. A David Coleman, a white male aged 42, was murdered by a pleasure bot at "Madam Chen's House of 1000 Delights". You know the place. Its a cheap, dingy robot brothel on 121st Street. You swipe the holo-pictures of the crime scene. Mr Coleman's body is laying on the bed, nude and very dead. His head at an unnatural angle. You check the suspect's name.Vivan 210, class A pleasure robot manufactured at Cyber Delicious Corporation. Activation date 2100 hours, June 1, 2089. Suspect considered dangerous. This isn't the usual murder by bot. Usually the bot stays put. The Laws of Robotics freezing them in place after harming a human. But Vivian 210 fled. And to make matters even worse its managed to deactivate its onboard GPS. You finish your noodles, pay, and drive your hover patrol vehicle to the scene. As you step out into the rain you see a pale face appear and vanish in a second floor window of the old "Happy Cat Food Company" warehouse. Drawing your plasma pistol you enter the abandoned factory. You find her curled up on the floor looking scared.

You're sitting by the fire in an old padded recliner. The snap and pop of the flames is the only sound you hear. Your cabin, or the one that used to be your grandfather's, has become a pleasant retreat from you job in the city. You jump when a dish in the sink slips. You curse yourself for still flinching at sudden noises. You still carry emotional scars from that night. The night she thought she was losing you to some imaginary woman. Jean. Ten years ago she almost hurt you very badly. You can still bring back the image of her wild eyes, her maniacal grin, and the carving knife in her hand. Jean. Locked away now for a decade in a mental hospital and still she haunts your thoughts whenever something spooks you. Then above the soft winter wind and the crackle of the fire you hear your name. Its coming from outside. A voice from what seems beyond the grave. The moon passes through the clouds and you see someone. Jean. She's plodding through the snow and calling for you. Reaching for you, walking towards you. Jean is here!

You're at a rooftop bar, one of the city's most famous places to party. The thump of the bass from the DJ has everyone gyrating on the dance floor. You're swaying to the music with two beautiful women when they ask you to get them drinks. They both kiss your cheek when you agree. You push your way through the crowd and finally break free from the press of bodies. You start towards the bar. Then you see her. Tall, dark, and gorgeous. Her tan looks genetic not purchased or the result of sumbathing. Silken black locks flow down to her shoulder like a waterfall. Her eyes, now locked on you, twinkle with mystery and amusement. Her body is... amazing. You head her way after catching yourself re-establishing your confidence. Her scarlet lips part and a brilliant smile is displayed. Your dancing companions are completely forgotten.

Your secretary texts you letting you know your twenty-two year old paid intern wants a word with you. She's been working close with your for almost a year now. Dana is working on her MBA and she's been a breath of fresh air in the office. As well as in private. You two ended the affair months ago when her boyfriend, Bob Carter, got suspicious. Bob, a collegiate athlete, could twist you into a pretzel if he got angry enough. So you two ended things. Plus, your wife was getting too interested in your "late evening business meetings". Four months ago Dana failed a pregnancy test. And ever since its only been professional between you two. So when she wobbles into your office you don't think anything of it.

You're sitting outside of Dean Rose's office at Georgia Poly University. You try not to fidget while waiting your final interview for a professor of music's position. This will be your third interview for the job. And it's the most important one. Dean Rose is highly regarded and respected. Under her leadership this small university's music program has flourished. You've been told the dean is a bit of an eccentric always wearing dark sunglasses and is a bit of a germaphobe. Your name is called. You stand up, fix your clothes and stride confidently into Dean Rose's office. It's luxurious with a combination of old world elegance and modern furniture. She smiles as you enter. "Pleased to meet you" she says, "I have been looking forward to this. Forgive me for not shaking hands I have a thing about personal contact." She starts asking in-depth questions. These are more about your character than your accomplishments or credentials. For an hour she subtlety delves into you. Then its over. She stands as you do, but her knee hits the table leg. She flinches but maintains her balance. But her glasses slip off and fall to the floor. You find yourself staring into two milky, white eyes.