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Britt stood rooted to the spot as she watched the spacecraft rise into the late evening sky in a long, slow arc. She wasn't sure what on earth to make of what just happened, which was probably because nothing on Earth had been responsible for it.

Three weeks ago, she'd been a farmer called Brett, happily living alone in rural Iowa with his animals. He'd gone outside to check on a disturbance around one of the barns, which had spooked the horses. One of the old mares lay dead in the paddock and a trail of blood droplets led to a crop circle in the wheat field. The next evening he'd lain in wait, only to see weird lights around the levee. One of his dogs had run towards them, and by the time Brett caught up with it, the poor animal was beside itself and hadn't stopped shaking since.

On the third night, he went out alone with his gun, taking a wide sweep through the stand of maples that bordered the creek. This time it was his turn to meet the intruder. A huge, flying... ship of some sort swooped down and fixed him to the spot in a bright circle of light. His memories of what followed were patchy; vague shapes and strange, chittering noises, alongside a lot of very bright lights and dizziness. When he'd stumbled back to his house and collapsed, nauseous on his porch, he found he could barely remember who he was. The mirror in his hallway held a stranger's reflection, which told him he was now more likely a Britt than a Brett.

For the coming days she spent many hours trying to reconcile the gaps in her memory and the evidence of her former life with the clear reality of her womanhood. When the confusion subsided and her body stopped aching Britt had gone to find her gun, and had done the only thing she could think of to get herself some answers. She lay in wait. Several cold nights and baking days spent here and there amongst the wheat fields had finally been rewarded by a shape in the sky, which swooped low over the trees and stopped directly above her. The same circle of light enveloped her, but Britt was able to keep her focus, only to wish she hadn't when confronted with the sight of her alien captors and the painful-looking medical equipment they brandished. What followed could best be described as invasive, eye-opening and unforgettable - and left her in no doubt that the aliens now fully understood the human female anatomy. Whatever their game was, they certainly weren't going to turn her back into Brett.

As Britt watched the lights disappear into the indigo dusk she resolved, there and then, to avoid any further close encounters, lest the aliens get any funny ideas about breeding something down on the farm.

Description
Britt stood rooted to the spot as she watched the spacecraft rise into the late evening sky in a long, slow arc. She wasn't sure what on earth to make of what just happened, which was probably because nothing on Earth had been responsible for it.

Three weeks ago, she'd been a farmer called Brett, happily living alone in rural Iowa with his animals. He'd gone outside to check on a disturbance around one of the barns, which had spooked the horses. One of the old mares lay dead in the paddock and a trail of blood droplets led to a crop circle in the wheat field. The next evening he'd lain in wait, only to see weird lights around the levee. One of his dogs had run towards them, and by the time Brett caught up with it, the poor animal was beside itself and hadn't stopped shaking since.

On the third night, he went out alone with his gun, taking a wide sweep through the stand of maples that bordered the creek. This time it was his turn to meet the intruder. A huge, flying... ship of some sort swooped down and fixed him to the spot in a bright circle of light. His memories of what followed were patchy; vague shapes and strange, chittering noises, alongside a lot of very bright lights and dizziness. When he'd stumbled back to his house and collapsed, nauseous on his porch, he found he could barely remember who he was. The mirror in his hallway held a stranger's reflection, which told him he was now more likely a Britt than a Brett.

For the coming days she spent many hours trying to reconcile the gaps in her memory and the evidence of her former life with the clear reality of her womanhood. When the confusion subsided and her body stopped aching Britt had gone to find her gun, and had done the only thing she could think of to get herself some answers. She lay in wait. Several cold nights and baking days spent here and there amongst the wheat fields had finally been rewarded by a shape in the sky, which swooped low over the trees and stopped directly above her. The same circle of light enveloped her, but Britt was able to keep her focus, only to wish she hadn't when confronted with the sight of her alien captors and the painful-looking medical equipment they brandished. What followed could best be described as invasive, eye-opening and unforgettable - and left her in no doubt that the aliens now fully understood the human female anatomy. Whatever their game was, they certainly weren't going to turn her back into Brett.

As Britt watched the lights disappear into the indigo dusk she resolved, there and then, to avoid any further close encounters, lest the aliens get any funny ideas about breeding something down on the farm.