I always hated living in my time. Shuffling papers, dealing with narrow-minded AI, and dealing with women that though a man was nothing unless he had power, or fame, or riches.
When the dimensional shift was discovered, the process required a sentient mind in each load. That meant volunteers, for a potentially one way trip. They wouldn't be sent empty handed, but they would be sent alone, with almost no chance we would know enough to get them back this century.
I volunteered.
Not it isn't BDSM. It isn't about sex at all. It's about how one man saw himself as a rebel. Then again maybe it's about justifying being just who you are. Mostly its about five hundred words of flash fiction silliness
Hayley's appointment for a mammogram caught her husband's interest, not because of the exam, but because his wife would be exposing her breasts to another man. Soon, Hayley finds out that there's all sorts of situations where it would be necessary for her to expose her breasts that she had never before considered.