YOUR SLIP IS SHOWING, SOLDIER
Chapter 1
By: Victoria Elaine Riley
Authoress note: Although this story very closely parallels a part of
my life, it is by no means completely true. More a wish on my part,
than even a fantasy. Life is about choices, we all make what we
consider to be the best choices, under the current circumstances, and
with our magnificent gift of hindsight we berate ourselves for not
being able to foretell the future. In fact, the future is what we
make it, making a choice or not making a choice - it is our
decision.
That's what I was feeling. A short 22 days ago I celebrated my
17th birthday, still a boy; today I was being inducted into the
United States Army, the beginning of manhood. I needed to pass the
entrance physical, and I was in - - a new chapter in my life. Having
been raised in various Catholic orphanages, I really never had a
"home" or a life to dream of, but now, I would have some control over
my own destiny.
There are nineteen others here with me, five of them are
female. We are joining one branch of the service or another. There
seems to be no separation of the services for physicals, Marines,
Navy, Air Force, and Army, one big line, in alphabetical order, of
course . At the end of the line are the girls, I suppose being at
the end of the line would afford them some modicum of privacy.
I was the last male in line, and waiting for thirteen others to get started
was nerve racking. I talked with Melissa, the girl behind me in
line, to pass some time.
Waiting, so far for two hours, increased the strain on my
kidneys. I asked a male nurse if I could give a urine sample now,
because, "I can't wait much longer." He agreed, gave me a sample
beaker and I crossed the hall to the men's room. Time is a relative
thing. I wait, and wait, but making my contribution to the physical
just doesn't seem to want to happen now. After a few minutes (that
seemed like hours) the nurse knocked on the door to see if I am all
right. "Yes", I reply "just nerves, won't be long now". More time
drags by. Suddenly the door is opened, there stand the nurse and a
man in a white smock. The nurse accused me of trying to tamper with
my test, hands me a new sample beaker, and informs me that Dr. Adams
will watch and make sure I don't cheat. My God, not even in the Army
yet, and I've made a mess of things. I just can't do it now, not
with someone watching me - I mean, who could. The Doctor seems
sympathetic and asks if I want some help. "Help?" I asked, "What
could you do to help me?" The Doctor comes up behind me, wraps his
arms around my chest and lowers one hand to my penis and holds it
gently. "There" he said, "maybe if I_ hold it, you will relax".
"No! Get away from me. You faggot! I'm not like that at all." I
retaliate. "Well," said the Doctor, "I... well,,, I was just ,,,, to
see if you were homosexual,,,, you know. You passed this test, but
don't tell anyone else about it, I don't want them to know in
advance." Suddenly, my kidneys let loose of the precious liquid
that started this mess, and after cleaning up, I walked out with the
sample jar in my hand and the doctor behind me. The doctor tells the
nurse that the sample was O.K., and tells me to report to his office
for the rest of my physical.
I walked to the front of the line, to Dr. Adams' office, and
took off my clothes in the waiting room. There are four other
Doctors offices here, I can't believe it takes that long for a
physical. Waiting, the word takes on a new meaning in my life. I
feel as though time has stopped, and I am the focus of the universe.
It's cold, typical of medical facilities. Suddenly, the office door
opens and I am greeted by the male nurse from before. "HI," he says,
"sorry about that mix-up in the men's room. But, we never know when
someone might try to substitute a sample because of drug problems.
Relax, we tested your sample, no problems. Now, would you answer
some more questions?" "Sure," I reply "I understand completely".
We go through the typical childhood diseases, previous medical
history, current problems, etc.. Nothing unusual. He takes a blood
sample, and again I wait. There are no magazines here to read, I
make a mental note to suggest some form of entertainment for the next
group through this place.
A voice brings me back to the present. It's Dr. Adams. "Come
in my office and take a seat on the examination table." he says.
Nervously, I walk into his office, very aware I am wearing only boxer
shorts and socks. I sit where I was instructed and the Doctor
begins. "So, Victor, you passed most of the tests thus far, how do
you feel?" "Well, Dr. Adams," I begin "I'm a little nervous, I've
never been through a major physical before. It's different. And you
did scare me in the men's room." "Relax" he said, "this is tough
enough without being scared too". He started routine tests; height
67 inches, weight 125 pounds, blue eyes, brown hair, no
distinguishing scars, all fingers and toes intact. Reflexes normal,
chest sounds good, no unusual heart rhythms. "Stand on the floor
please" he said. Oh no, I thought, here it comes again, he is going
to touch me there Pulling my shorts down, he asks about ruptures,
and tells me to turn my head and cough. I cough, but when I feel
his hand hold my balls, I can't help myself, my dick becomes hard as
a rock. "Cough again, please" Dr. Adams said.
Dr. Adams smiled. His hand slides gently up and holds my small
shaft. "Relax Victor." It seems like a command from the Doctor.
"There is nothing to be ashamed of. It doesn't mean you are queer
because you like to have another man touch you. We can keep this
secret between us. O.K.?" "No need to enter it on your permanent
record." I am reduced to tears, so much for becoming a man.
I think back to the one homosexual experience I had in my
life. Being a wise ass 14 year old, I figure I can do anything I
want. I was hitchhiking, a car screeches to a halt. I climb in the
car, and off we go. I tell the man where I want to go, he says he
will take me right to my door. Great, I think, my luck is finally
changing. Slowly, his hand begins to trace a small pattern on my
knee. He tells me I am cute, and he would like to suck my dick.
Hell, the wise ass in me comes out again, I'm no fool, I ask him for
$10.00 to do that. He agrees, and off we go to a lonely spot near
some woods. He gets all hot and bothered, kissing me with his
tongue, feeling my small penis, unzipping my pants. OH, No, I forgot
I was wearing pink lace panties that day. Yes, I am a Transvestite -
I didn't know it at the time, but that is what I am. He got more
excited, asked me to play with him. I unzipped his pants and
searched for his dick. He was TINY. I swear, he couldn't have been
two inches when hard! His head went to my lap, and he started
kissing my balls and dick. As soon as I touched his naked dick, he
came all over my hand. He kissed me some more, licked my hand and
told me that "It was good". On the way to my house, he didn't say
anything else to me. I tried to get him to meet me somewhere again,
promising more sexy undies and some better action, but he wasn't
interested. What a prostitute I was, no repeat business. When I got
out of the car, I said good-bye and watched as he drive off. That
was it, my first and last. It wasn't until later that night that I
found a ten dollar bill in my panties. Oh well, I could get a new
bra and panty set now. Life goes on.
Dr. Adams is speaking to me, "Don't cry Vicky, it's O.K., I
won't hurt you." He kisses me gently, tasting my tears. "Please Dr.
Adams," I hear myself saying, "I'm not like that. I'm not a
homosexual, I don't like men. I promise not to say anything about
you if you will just leave me alone. Please." The tears come faster
now. Again I hear Dr. Adams, "Vicky, Shhhh, don't cry, bend over so
I can finish the rest of this physical" In a stupor, I do as
instructed, bending at the waist, still sporting a raging hard on,
waiting, with tears streaming down my face. I hear the Doctor pull
on a rubber glove, and gird myself for this final humiliation.
Suddenly the door opens and in walks the nurse,,,, I can't stand it,
I blubber like a baby. When I feel the Doctors finger probing my
anus, I involuntarily moan and let loose a large load of cum.
Sobbing, I fall to the floor on my knees, in my own cum. The Doctor
gently helps me on the examination table and leaves the room with the
nurse.
After what seems like hours, Dr. Adams returns. He has the
nurse with him. They are both smiling. Dr. Adams speaks first
"Vicky, go put your clothes on and come back in here". Silently, I
leave the room, debating whether I should leave the building and
forget the Army. I decide to at least have a talk with the Doctor.
Reaching for my clothes, I find that my underpants have been replaced
by a pair of red silk panties. Further embarrassed, but knowing
where they probably came from, I put them on, under my street
clothes. Walking back into the Doctors office, I catch a glimpse of
Dr. Adams and the nurse standing close together, their arms around
each other. Making a noise so they know I am in the office, I see
them kiss each other quickly and break away. I face the Doctor at
his desk and sit as instructed. He starts calling me "Vicky" again,
and I correct him "Dr. Adams, my name is Victor." "Yes, yes,,, of
course,, excuse me for that mistake. You remind me of a friend of
mine. Anyway,, VICTOR.... you have passed your physical, in general
your are in pretty good shape, a little on the thin side, but the
Army food will fill you out.
I made it, the embarrassing moments have been worth it. Now, I
can concentrate on being a man. Dr. Adams tells me that there are
some shots I have to receive, but he must give me a special one
first. Hoping that this is to be my final dealing with Dr. Adams, I
roll up my sleeve and prepare for the shot. "No, VICTOR,,, this one
goes in the other end." I look, and am totally aghast at the size of
the needle. I lower my pants, remembering the panties as I tugged
them over my hips, and grit my teeth in anticipation of the pain.
"Now Victor, this is really not a shot, it is an implant, that will
slowly distribute medicine to your body during the next three or four
months. After that time, you should be cured of having unwanted
hard-ons." I flushed, and the Doctor penetrated my buttock with the
needle. The doctor injects about half the cool contents, then
looking at the nurse, he empties the needle with a shrug of his
shoulders. Rubbing my ass with a cotton ball, he then pats me on
the back and tells me to get dressed. Elated at the prospect of
leaving this place, I hurriedly replaced my clothing and left.
Exiting the office, I was directed to another larger office where
everyone was standing around, shuffling their feet. I saw my new
friend Melissa and went to talk with her. She asked what took me so
long, I just replied "Doctors, they are so slow." Nodding her head,
she changed the subject.
Life was good. A lieutenant came in, read all our names, to
which we were to respond with a vigorous "HERE, SIR". When I heard
him say "Riley, V. E." I replied with the loudest "HERE SIR" I
could. It was coming to a close now, the lieutenant said that a
major would be along shortly to swear us all in. I did it, I was
finally free, well, not free, but at least I felt that I had some
control of what was going on. The major showed up, had us raise our
right hands and repeat the oath of allegiance,,,,,, then
congratulated us on being in the military. HOORAY.
We were separated by the service we had enlisted in. Four guys,
myself, and three girls were going to be in the Army. We were
escorted by a sergeant to a downstairs waiting room, he gave us each
a folder and told us very explicitly. "Listen up people. You are on
your way to Basic Training. If you want to start out on the right
foot with your drill instructors, look at your enlistment papers and
memorize your serial number. I will tell you now, there is nothing
worse than a recruit that doesn't know his or her serial number. You
can forget your name for the next eight weeks. it won't be required.
You have been given warning." Melissa and I looked at each other and almost
burst out laughing. Scare tactics already -
this should get interesting. We were driven to the downtown train
station, given a hot supper (our first meal that day) and tickets for
the train to the base. We would be traveling over 21 hours, and were
relieved to find that we had been assigned sleeper compartments - two
per compartment. But, they forgot one thing, there were five guys
and three girls. Someone screwed up making the sleeping
arrangements. Checking our tickets, it was discovered that I had
been assigned to share a compartment with Tina, a nice girl, but, she
was not interested in sharing her compartment with me. Melissa
volunteered to trade places with her and the situation was
straightened out. We boarded the train at about 9:30 that night,
relieved that the day was over.
Melissa and I headed for our compartment. I helped her as much
as I could with her bags. She had three bags, the rest of the group
brought two each. Once settled inside, I pulled down the overhead
beds, too tired to even talk. After I brushed my teeth and washed my
face, Melissa went into the bathroom and started her "nightly
preparations". I lay on the couch and drifted off to sleep. Shortly
I felt my arm being shaken. "Victor,,,, Victor,," an unfamiliar
voice was calling my name. Opening my eyes, my mind slowly realized,
it was Melissa, "Victor'" she said, "you had better get up and get
into bed". Groggily, I stood, took off my shirt, dropped my pants,
and started climbing into the upper berth. "Oh Victor, what pretty
panties you are wearing" said Melissa. OH NO, I had forgotten about
them. "No wonder they wanted you and Tina to share a room. Ha Ha
Ha..." Embarrassed, I crawled a little faster and quickly covered
myself up. I slipped off the panties while under the covers and
tossed them on the floor with my pants. I'd explain it to Melissa in
the morning, I didn't have time to think of a quick lie tonight.
I awoke with a start. I felt myself being pinned against the
rear wall of the bed. I heard screeching noises, metal on metal. Oh
Shit, I thought, we are going to hit something. Melissa was awake
too, and seemed worried. The train slowed, then stopped, with no
major wreckage apparent. I told Melissa to wait and I would go see
what was wrong. I groped for my clothes in the dark, but couldn't
find anything and cursed. Melissa threw me a robe, and I put it on
as I left the compartment. People were awake all through the car.
Several people stared at me as I passed them, and I thought it was
because of the way the robe flapped open when I walked. I clasped it
tighter to my hips, and started out of the car. Apparently there
wasn't any real problem, another train was going to be passing us
soon on the same track, and we were sitting on a siding. Back to the
car I went, making sure to hold the robe tight about my hips. When I
got in our compartment, Melissa, Tina, and Debra were sitting in
their nightgowns talking about what might have happened. They all
laughed at me when I entered - and until I looked in the mirror, I
didn't know why. I was wearing Melissa's robe, done completely in
pink satin, with feathered sleeve cuffs. Embarrassed, I started to
take the robe off, only to remember I was naked underneath.
What a mess. I climbed into bed amid cat calls from the
girls and tossed the robe down when I was settled. I told everyone
what had happened, and they had a good laugh. We decided that since
we were up and there was nothing to do tomorrow, we would meet in the
bar car in a few minutes to talk. Debra and Tina said they would go
get their robes and be back in a minute, Melissa said she couldn't go
because she didn't have a robe, I stole it!! Everyone laughed, and
Melissa teased me further by pulling the hair on my legs. Debra and
Tina came back shortly with their enlistment papers, and we picked up
ours, then bounced off to the bar. We were going to make an attempt
at studying our S/N's. The bar car was almost full, but, the four
guys who were with us made room at their table. One of them started
to say "Lets sit, boy, girl,,,boy, girl,,,," but his words trailed
off when he realized I was there. So, the girls sat on one side and
the guys on the other, and of course, I sat with the girls.
We all pulled out our travel orders and looked for our S/N. I
found mine first, it was WA 12-711-474. The guys all came up with
theirs, they began with US or RA and the girls all had WA in front of
theirs. We became curious about the two letters in front and what
they meant, and after much conversation, found out that RA stood for
Regular Army, US was an abbreviation used in front of draftee S/N's
but no one could figure out what the WA was about. We laughed and
decided it must have had something to do with our training
assignments. We quizzed each other repeatedly, until we were too
tired to stay awake, then trooped off to bed, S/N's firmly
implanted.
It felt like my head just hit the pillow. I awoke to Melissa
shaking my arm. "I've got it Victor, I know what the WA in our S/N's
stands for." "That's nice Melissa." I murmured through a barely
opening mouth. Melissa wouldn't let up, "Really Victor, this is
important - get up. The WA stands for Woman's Army - we are all
going to be WAC's." "WHAT!" I just about screamed. "Shhhhh, don't
wake the train." said Melissa. "Really Victor, look at your papers.
That's why they assigned you and Tina to the same compartment." Oh,
it couldn't be, but, there it was in black and white. I knew right
away who had done it, the doctor at the induction center. He had his
nurse check the box marked Female, and listed my name as Victoria
Elaine Riley! I had joined the Woman's Army Corps. I was assigned
to Nursing School after Basic Training. How could that happen?
Melissa told me not to worry, once we got to the base, they
would reassign me, it would be obvious that I wasn't a female. I
could take another physical. Would I ever get any sleep on this
train? "Maybe it was the panties" said Melissa with a laugh. I just
glared at her. "Sorry" she said, "didn't mean to upset 'Her Royal
Highness'". "All right," I said, "I'll tell you what happened".
Nervously, I scratched at my breasts, they tingled and felt like they
were swelling. "Melissa, I wanted to join the Army to grow up and be
a man, but, when I went for the physical ......." And so on - till
I had told her everything. When I finished, she sat there, maybe not
believing, maybe just shocked. I waited for her to speak. Finally,
she laughed, and laughed. I couldn't help but follow her example and
began laughing too. We laughed till we cried, then sat on the bed
hugging each other, till we fell asleep.
I awoke to the dull rumbling of wheels clicking down the track.
I was snuggling close to Melissa, her soft body encased in a yellow
baby doll nightgown. The constant rubbing of my body against her
nightgown had given me a huge erection, but I dared not move.
Melissa rolled over, her hand landing in my lap. As she realized
what she was holding, a smile came to her lips, and she gently worked
her hand up and down my shaft. Soon, I exploded with an orgasm that
shook my entire body. My first sexual experience with a person of
the opposite sex. I snuggled closer to her, and breathed in the
heavenly smell of her body and her hair. Life was really going to be
grand.
After a short nap, I awoke to find Melissa already gone. I got
up, went to the bathroom and began my daily ritual, the "Three S's"
(Shit, Shave and Shower) I saw her baby dolls on the door handle,
and couldn't resist. I slid the soft panties up my legs, and was
poking my head through the top, when Melissa entered the room. I
never did learn to close the bathroom door. Melissa looked and said
I could wear them at night, but they wouldn't be acceptable for the
day on the train. Embarrassed, I quickly let the fabric fall about
my body, then reached down to take it off. The fabric rubbing
against my breasts irritated my nipples, they were quite sensitive.
As I drew the top off, Melissa said my nipples looked red and
irritated. I knew they felt strange, but thought it was an allergic
reaction to something. I showered hurriedly, and dried off as best I
could, then began looking for something to wear. I yelled for
Melissa to hand me some underwear, and she passed the red silk
panties through the door. I put them on and asked for my jeans,
Melissa said "No way Vicky, you come out here and get them. I want
to see you in your pretty panties." Reluctantly, I agreed, and began
a seductive dance into the compartment, wiggling my ass for all it
was worth. She loved it. She couldn't get enough of it. She asked
me to dance around for a little while, while she played with herself.
One hand dove into her pants, and one dove into her bra,,,, she sat
there playing with herself, as I danced and wiggled my ass into her
face. Melissa moaned, groaned, and worked her hands in and out of
her clothing. I strutted, bumped, and ground my ass into her face.
She breathed in the aroma of my clean ass through the panties and
dissolved into a shattering orgasm. At this rate, we would never
leave the compartment, both be A.W.O.L. before even arriving at the
base, and still be virgins.
Melissa suggested I wear the panties all day. Since we were
supposed to be on the train all day, and even longer due to the delay
of last night, I agreed. Melissa looked great in a short red t-shirt
dress, I was amazed to notice the size of her breasts for the first
time. We went to get the other girls for breakfast. Debra was
finishing getting dressed in the bathroom, and Tina was finishing her
nails. Tina let us in, and as we were talking, Debra came out
wearing only her bra and panties. I blushed and stammered, but,
Debra just said "Get used to it, you'll be seeing a lot more of us
when you are a WAC. Ha Ha Ha." Oh, God, Melissa had told them. I
blushed, but, felt better when Melissa took my arm from behind and
pressed her firm tits into it. "Vicky isn't interested in your
undies Debra," said Melissa " she has her own and mine to worry
about." Debra quickly put on a skirt and blouse and we went to
breakfast. It was about 11:00, late for breakfast, early for lunch.
We sat at a table alone, and just talked about our lives. Melissa
mentioned she lived about 20 miles north of where we enlisted, Debra
lived in the same city, Tina was from the far west of the state, and
I was from the far south. Fate had put us together in this little
adventure, and we were becoming fast friends. Tina was teasing me
about becoming a WAC. She obviously didn't know the whole story.
Melissa must have been protecting my secret, just letting others know
what they had to. After breakfast, the four of us went back to our
room. Melissa took out a deck of cards and suggested a game of strip
poker! Everyone agreed, especially me, but when I learned that I had
to dress as a girl first so we would have the same amount of clothes
to take off, I shied away. The girls kidded me and begged me to wear
a dress, after all they said "it is going to be a long day and we
will soon get bored." Of course I gave in, I wanted to wear
Melissa's clothes since we meet.
Melissa suggested that I wear a little of each of their clothes,
that way I could be like a life size Barbie doll. She took a pair of
baby blue panties and a matching lace underwire bra out of her
luggage, handed them to me, and said "Go with Tina and pick out one
of her dresses. Come back when you are all dolled up." I left with
Tina leading the way. There I was walking down the aisle of the
train with a bra and panty set in my hands, I was mortified.
Luckily, none of the guys came out of their rooms. I didn't think of
it until then, but I asked Tina if she could bring the dress to my
room so I wouldn't have to walk around in it, she laughed and said I
would love walking around as a woman. We entered her room, and she
started prodding my body to see about what size I wore. She was a
size 14, and Debra a size 12. Because of my waist, I had to wear her
red skirt, but one of Debra's blouses. I was stripped down, Tina
helped me fasten the bra in back, she commented on how my breasts
seemed to be budding, just like a teenage girl. I blushed, put the
panties on, and reached for a half slip. "Whoa there girlie", said
Tina "you don't have to hurry like that. Let's shave your legs so
they look a little better". "No Tina," I said, "I don't mind hairy
legs sticking out of my skirt." "So, you have done this before."
said Tina. "No," I replied I've never been out in public dressed as
a girl before." We argued, but I won, the hair on my legs stayed. I
felt stupid afterwards, realizing that I was standing there arguing
with her while I was wearing a bra and panties, but, it felt so
natural at the time. I put on black panty hose to hide the hair,
got the white half slip, and red skirt on. I put on a pair of low
heeled red dress shoes that Debra brought. I was buttoning the white
blouse up the back when Tina asked if I wanted to wear a little
makeup, in case someone looked too close at me while we were
walking back to my room. I thought that sounded logical, and
let her have her way. Tina wet my hair and added a few
curlers to help the style. She applied mascara and eyeshadow to
enlarge and bring out my eyes, a rosy glow was applied to my cheeks
with some blush, and a light pink lipstick completed my face.
Looking in the mirror, I was impressed with the little differences
that makeup could bring out. But, I was shocked that my blue bra was
clearly visible through the white blouse. "No Tina," I said, I can't
go out like this. Everyone will see my bra." "Don't be silly Vicky"
she said, "everyone knows girls wear bras, would you rather not wear
a blouse at all? Of course not, you look sweet, come on, lets go
play strip poker with the other girls."
We walked out of Tina's room and began the long trek to mine.
Only 6 rooms in-between, but, I was sweating before we arrived. The
feeling of cool air coming up between my legs was strange. I felt
like I wasn't even wearing a skirt. When we arrived at my room, Tina
gasped and dragged me back down the hall to her room. While she was
unlocking her door, she said "I almost forgot". I followed her in,
wondering what she could have forgotten. Inside, she went into the
bathroom, calling me in. I stood there as she unrolled the tissue
and stuffed my bra cups full. I felt stupid. When she thought my
breasts were big enough without being too big, she molded them with
her hands into round mounds. Then back we went to my room. Outside
the door, she gave me a quick once over, decided that my blouse could
be tucked in more, and preceded to lift my skirt and pull the tail of
my blouse down. She fluffed my hair, and touched up my lipstick. I
felt like a baby, having her mother dress her. No one saw us, and
Tina finally knocked on the door. As the door opened Tina said in a
loud voice "Announcing Miss Victoria Elaine Riley", everyone
clapped. We made so much racket that no one noticed the guys coming
back from the dining car. As soon as the door closed, there was a
knock. Melissa looked thru the peep hole and saw the guys, quickly,
I dashed for the bathroom while they let the guys in. The guys had
been looking for something to do today also, but to no avail. The
girls said they were going to just sit around the room and do "girl
things" and they didn't think anyone would be interested. But, there
was always room for more girls if anyone wanted to dress like one.
All the guys begged off and asked about Victor. Tina lied, well not
really lied, but stretched the truth a little by saying she was the
last one to see Victor, but no one had seen him for a while. Maybe
he was out exploring. As the door closed, I came slowly out of the
bathroom. Melissa, Debra and Tina clapped and whistled a little
more. Melissa came right up to me, looked me in the eye, and said,
"I want to get in your panties, bitch." I blushed again, wondering
how much one person was capable of blushing, and if today I would hit
that limit. After a short amount of time twirling around the room,
and doing part of the sexy dance I did for Melissa in the morning, we
settled down to play cards.
We hit it off well. Debra called the dining car for some beer,
and we settled in for the afternoon. I lost the first hand, and took
off my shoes. Everyone booed and said "Take off the blouse", but I
couldn't do that. Melissa lost the next hand and did take off her top.
Now I could see why she looked so good in the
red t-shirt dress. She had exquisite boobs. Even Tina and Debra
made drooling noises as she adjusted herself in her bra. Tina and
Debra lost next, both removing their tops also. Here I was, the only
girl with a blouse on. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door,
Melissa told me to get the beer, take some money out of her purse and
pay the man. Not even thinking, I opened the door, the porter gasped
as he saw three partially clothed women sitting on the floor, Melissa
grabbed a blanket off the bed and made like she was mad. "Vicky!"
she yelled, "wait till we get some clothes on". Too late. I dug
around in her purse, found the wallet and paid the man. I didn't
give him a tip, I figured he should pay us for what he saw. I put
two six packs in the shower and got a beer for each of us. As I
opened the first one the foam poured wildly over the edge, I put the
can to my lips and sucked all I could. I saved the floor from a
bath, but when I gave Melissa the beer, she made a face and said
"UGH, some bitch has put lipstick all over my beer can". We all
laughed when I finally figured out that it was my lipstick. Back to
the game. I lost twice in a row, and to a chorus of boos, I took off
my pantyhose and skirt. Melissa decided that this would take too
long, so we agreed that the next looser would take everything off all
at once. Nope, not me, Tina lost. She slowly stood and in the
limited space of the compartment, did an amazing strip tease dance.
She tossed her clothes everywhere, and when she was finally naked
suggested we just continue until everyone was naked. Tina sat next
to Debra and slowly rubbed her tits into Debra's back. Immediately
Debra's nipples stood out of her bra. She reached back, taking one
of Tina's hands and placed it in her bra. They both moaned as
Melissa dealt the cards. Melissa cheated, I think. Anyway, she
lost. She too did an elaborate strip dance - making sexual advances
to me during the whole time. As she finished, she knelt behind me,
unbuttoned my blouse and put her hands into the front of my bra.
Laughing, she pulled out the tissue paper, and tossed it around the
room. When she touched my bare nipples, it was like an electric
shock. The nipples tightened, the aureole area turned pink with
blush, and my entire body moaned with desire. I tried to turn and
kiss her, but, she made me pay attention to the card game. Debra had
already dealt the last hand, and was enjoying the love making Tina
was giving her. Hardly opening her eyes, she said, "I quit, take my
clothes bitch". Tina obliged. Teasing every part of her body, Tina
pulled each last bit of clothing off using her teeth. Melissa spun
me around, stood me up and began to kiss me passionately. She
lowered my slip and panties, kissing my legs as she slowly lowered
herself to her knees. Making me promise to shave my legs for the
next time, Melissa teased and prodded my hard dick with her tongue.
I gasped as she lightly bit every portion of my body. Then she stood
up. Putting her hands on my shoulders, she forced me to my knees and
begged me to lick her all over. Giving a quick glance to Debra and
Tina, and noticing that they were laying in the bed with their heads
in each others crotch, I figured, "When in Rome.......". I started
licking gently at the edges of Melissa's beautiful pussy. She
finished unbuttoning my blouse, and took it off. Then she wrapped
her hands under my bra straps and used them to pull my face closer to
her sex. I licked like I never licked before. I kissed, I nibbled,
I massaged with my tongue, I did everything I could think of.
Suddenly I felt Melissa tighten, she grabbed hold of my bra straps
tightly and pulled me as hard she could into her womanhood. The bra
straps broke as she reached a climax that brought tears to her eyes.
She begged, pleaded, and demanded that I never leave her - always be
her love slave. I couldn't believe what a wild woman she was. I
slowly stood and ground our pelvises together, as she moaned in soft
content. Melissa looked up at Tina and Debra who were resting after
their love making, and winked at them. "Vicky dear," she said, "the
girls and I would like to see you jerk off. Please sweetie. Come
on, no one has ever done that for us before. I'll help you if you
want". "O.K.," I agreed. Melissa got behind me, sunk to her knees,
and started nibbling on my ass. My dick stuck out farther than I had
ever seen it. I rubbed it slowly at first, then faster, and faster.
I felt Melissa unhook what was left of my bra, and she wrapped it
around my dick to give me more of a grip. That about did it. I came
in an explosion of white goo. Sinking to my knees, I heard Tina and
Debra applaud and cheer for "The Girl with the Dick".
After what must have been an hour of playing with each others
bodies, Tina and Debra were at it again. I was amazed at the sound
of two people having sex. I watched every move, sure that I could
learn something from these two obvious sex machines. It was great.
Melissa touched me and demanded attention from my tongue. It was
strange to be laying down on top of her and eating her out, but when
she put my dick in her mouth, I lost control. I stuck my tongue in
her ass, in her cunt, in anything that was available. She sucked me
like I had imagined it would be like. Beautiful. We both got off
about the same time, of course, she was first, always ladies first.
The next "wake up" after our sexual nap, Debra jumped out of bed
saying "If we don't get out of here, we will be worn out before we
get to basic training." We laughed and got up to help each other
get dressed. They laughed when they saw my bra, straps torn, and one
of the cups soaked. Melissa told me that I would have to wear it
that way, after all, bras were to expensive to throw away every time
we had sex. I protested, suggesting that she go without, since she
ruined "ours" but lost. Tina produced a couple of safety pins and
pined the straps together. It was an acceptable fix, but I didn't
like the wet cup. Melissa made me keep my promise about shaving my
legs, and underarms. We managed to get each other dressed, after a
lot of touching and feeling. As we sat around just talking about
what our lives would be like in the future, Tina decided that we
should go to the dining car for supper. "NO WAY" I yelled. I'm not
going out there dressed like a girl. "Oh come on sissy pants" said
Melissa. I won't let the big bad boys get you. You look great, no
one will ever know you are a guy. Take a look in the mirror. I did
look, and decided that maybe she was right, besides, this was like a
dream come true. I didn't want to fight any of it.
Oh no, looking down at my boobs, I can see that my bra cup was
wet and showing through my blouse. I begged Melissa to let me
change, but she said didn't have anything else to go with a red
skirt. She told me to keep my arm up in front of it, it should dry
in no time. Off to supper we went. Four good looking young ladies
coming out of one sleeping compartment attract a lot of attention.
The porter wanted to know if we all had tickets. So, back we went,
Melissa and I showed our tickets, then Tina and Debra went to get
theirs from their room. The porter stayed with us, and we talked
small talk about people sneaking on and off trains, girls bringing
boyfriends on without paying, and such. He was glad to hear we were
all going in the Army, and after checking the other girls tickets, he
wished us well. As he left, he looked right at me and said "Miss,
you spilled something on your blouse, better take care of it before
it stains". I turned red from head to foot. The others stood there
laughing and pointed to my wet boob. I felt so embarrassed. I
guessed that the teasing would go on. Off to the dining car, again.
This time we made it all the way,. It was only 5:00 pm so there was
hardly anyone there. A few older couples sat here and there, but, at
least the guys from the induction center weren't to be seen. We
ordered soup and salads, the girls said I needed to look after my
figure now, and had some white wine after dinner. We sat and talk,
and had fun. I can't remember another time in my life when I felt so
relaxed, so at one with myself. I got up before desert, and went to
the bathroom. Melissa said I should take her purse, in case I needed
any sanitary items. The girls sat there and giggled, "Don't forget
which rest room to use, VICKY!" they screeched. I blushed down to
my hair roots again, but loved the attention from them. I walked
very calmly to the ladies room, went in, did my business, made sure
my feet were facing the right way while I was doing it, and even
stopped to fix my lipstick. Coming out, I passed a man in the
narrow corridor that had both rest rooms, I tried to get out of his
way, but, he was so fat that he pressed me against the wall and got a
couple good feels of my ass before I realized what was going on. The
pervert. After a short talk at the table, we adjourned to our room
again, and some rather playful lovemaking.
I awoke the next morning, wearing Melissa's yellow baby doll
nightgown. She was in bed next to me. As I turned, she moaned and
wrapped her arms around me. "Good Morning Cutie" she said. "Good
Morning yourself" I said. "What the hell happened last night?"
"Look in my bed" she said. I did, and what I saw didn't surprise
me. Debra and Tina were asleep in each others arms. I guess you
could say, "A good time was had by all". We were due to be at the
basic training camp in a few hours, so I roused everyone out of bed.
"Come on you lazy bones" I said, "time to get those cute little
bushes out of bed and into the shower." We showered two at a time,
got dressed, and went down to breakfast. I wore my panties again,
but that is all the female clothing I wore that day. My boobs were
more sensitive today, Melissa was making a nuisance of herself by
constantly pinching and toying with them. Even at breakfast, she
wrapped an arm around my shoulder and toyed with my breast. It was
pleasurable, but embarrassing when others looked at us. Melissa
called me Vicky now, no matter who was listening. Everyone thought
it was cute, only three of us knew how serious she was about it. We
went back to our rooms to prepare to leave the train. On the way
Tina apologized and said she would have gladly shared her room with
me if she had known about Vicky. I thanked her, and kissed both her
and Debra on the cheek. Melissa and I went our way and began to
pack. I had to talk with Melissa, we were going to be at Basic
Training soon, and I didn't know what to do about my records. We
finished packing first, then sat next to each other on one bed. We
talked about what we wanted from life, about our loves, and about
each other. We discussed family and friends, and even people who
weren't friends. We talked about everything, but still came back to
the question of "US". What could we do about us? We could get
things straightened out and go on through the Army maintaining a very
close friendship. She would be a WAC and I would be a Regular Army
grunt. But, we were both drawn by the fun we had on our train trip.
Maybe we should continue the lie and become girlfriends, Melissa and
Vicky. Who knows. We fell asleep holding each other as the train
brought us closer to being torn apart.
Chapter 2
Getting off the train should have been uneventful. Actually it
was, but what happened after that was crazy. I got off the train
after Melissa, she reached up and helped me down the last step.
Debra and Tina made fun of that, but they were just jealous. We
walked over to a sign that announced the bus to basic training, and
waited. Debra and Tina got us aside and said they thought for sure
that I would get off the train as Vicky, not Victor. They seemed
disappointed that they would be losing a friend. The bus came, and
we loaded ourselves into it for the last part of the trip. We gave
the driver our names and our orders, she looked at me rather strange,
but I really didn't care, I would have this straightened out before
anyone could say "mistake". The bus already had some people on it,
and when we left, the driver announced that we would be going by the
airport to pick up more recruits. Melissa and I sat together. We
were going to miss each other greatly. But, eight weeks from now, we
had a party planned. Both of us would graduate and try to get
assigned to the same school, then the same post overseas, if
possible.
We picked up about 10 more girls at the airport. No men in
that group. I commented that women got better treatment than men,
until Melissa pointed out that we both rode the same train, and
although we were enlisted as women, there were men on the train with
us. I agreed to change my mind, but not without some serious kissing
from her first.
The end of the ride came too soon. I wished it could have
lasted forever. Melissa and I had tears in our eyes, knowing this
was it for a while. We promised to call if we got the chance, and to
at least meet here in on the first Saturday we were off training, at
9:00 AM. As the driver called names off the list, she made sure a
person got off the bus and handed that person her orders. She began
calling the names of the airport group, then our group. As I heard
her say "Baker, Melissa L.", my eyes began to pour tears. Melissa
stood, kissed me lightly on the cheek and left without a word. Next
the driver called "Caldwell, Tina C" and she got up from behind me
and leaned over to give me a little kiss. Next the driver called
"Lane, Debra A" and Debra gave me a quick peck on the way out. I was
alone, and looking out the window to catch one more glimpse of
Melissa when something hit me on the head. I looked up into the eyes
of a 6 foot tall blonde woman. She was wearing a drill instructors
hat, and had a scowl that would kill on her face. Looking at me she
said "Are you Riley, Victoria E.?" I replied in the affirmative, to
which she said, "Get your pussy ass out of the bus and in formation
out there. We've been calling you, because we didn't have time to
print an invitation. Now, get moving" "But Sergeant," I protested,
"I'm not a female so I can't be a WAC. The sergeant looked again at
my records and then at me. She admitted that m_a_y_b_e_ there was a
mistake, but until it was straightened out, I was assigned to her.
As the bus left, we were told to stand in two lines and to do it "on
the double". As quickly as possible, we lined up. I stood in the
front line next to Melissa. She was happy to have me with her, and
just to prove it, she tweaked one of my nipples. I cried out, but
luckily no one heard. The blonde D.I. came to the front of the
company. "All right ladies", she said "I am Sergeant Rogers, I am
your mother, and father and your entire family for the next 8 weeks.
And you are mine! Standing to the right is Sergeant Wilson, she is
my assistant. You will listen to her and give her the same respect
that you give me. Is that understood, Pussies?" Individually, we
all mumbled yes, or yes sir, or something to that effect. Sgt.
Rogers went into a rage. "Ladies, get your shit together, I want to
hear one loud and clear answer, and I want to hear you say it all
together. Now, lets try it again! Is that understood, Pussies?" As
if we were one booming voice, the response came "YES Sergeant!"
Except of course, for me, I stood out like a sore thumb, I yelled
"Yes Sir!". Sgt. Rogers ran over to me, stood in front of me and
began berating me. "What did you call me?" "Sir" I replied. She
leaned heavily into my face, "Don't you or any other of you pussies
ever call me Sir. I work for a living, I ain't no damn officer. You
got that, Pussy?" I yelled as loud as I could "Yes Sir" then
realizing what I said, I screamed "I mean, Yes Sergeant!." Sgt.
Rogers grinned, but I knew she had singled me out to use as an
example. She backed up a step, and said to me "O.K. piss pants, drop
and give me ten." I stood there not knowing what to do. She stepped
up to me and yelled in my ear "Give me ten push-ups cunt, NOW!" I
understood that. I slowly got to my hands and knees and began to do
push-ups. When I got to ten, I stood and rejoined the line. Sgt.
Rogers walked up to me and asked what I was doing standing. I told
her I did my punishment and stood up. She said she didn't HEAR me
count even one push-up, so I had better do them again. Back to my
knees again, and more push-ups. I yelled for every one I finished.
"ONE" I'll get even with her; "TWO" hell, its only 8 weeks; "THREE"
this woman is a hard ass; "FOUR" actually fourteen; "FIVE" this is
chicken shit; "SIX" only four more; "SEVEN" seven come eleven;
"EIGHT" what the hell am I doing here; "NINE" only one to go; but
before I could get to ten, Sgt. Rogers was standing over me with one
foot on my fanny stopping me from doing the last push-up. "Hey you"
she said looking down at me. "Do you really want to be a WAC? "No
Sergeant" I replied. "Then what in hell are you doing here?" she
said. "It's a mistake Sergeant, I should be in the regular Army".
"Then why in hell are you wearing red silk panties under your
pants?" Oh No. She saw my panties. I couldn't say anything. She
let her foot off me and walked to my head. "Get on your feet, you
panty stealing pervert." As I stood, I could see her eyes give me
the once over. She look carefully at my chest, noticing the growing
buds there and started on them. "Strip down to your t-shirt, sissy".
I did, then she had me stand facing the rest of the company. "Ladies"
she continued "this girl is out of uniform. I don't ever want to
see you without a bra on. Now, Mr. Sissy, where is your bra?" "I
don't have one Sergeant" I replied. Then Sgt. Rogers started
laughing. "O.K., the rest of you, does anyone have a bra they can
lend to this poor unfortunate?" Four hands went up immediately.
Sgt. Rogers looked at a couple of them and said their bras would be
too big for me, I needed a training bra. One of the others said
loudly "I have an A cup bra Sergeant, I'd gladly lend it to the new
girl, he can buy me one later to repay me." Sgt. Rogers agreed,
saying "All right Sissy, get over there and beg that nice woman to
help you into her bra. Move out!" I ran down the line, not knowing
what to expect. A girl at the end was moving around, so I went to
her. I stood in front of her and very quietly asked her for a bra.
Sgt. Wilson, who was all of 5'5" tall maybe, came up behind me and
asked what was going on. I told the Sergeant that I was borrowing
some clothing because I was out of uniform. She slapped my face and
said I should have addressed the question to the entire company. I
held up my head and looking right at the girl with the bra and as
loud as I could I said "Please lend me a bra so I can be in uniform.
I'm sorry I forgot mine." That seemed to appease both sergeants. The
girl helped me put the bra on. She whispered that her name was Candy
and she liked men who dressed as women. She gently cupped my boobs
and helped fit them in the bra, saying how nice they were growing.
Pulling on my t-shirt, I ran back to my place in line. Sergeant
Rogers was just coming back from giving some other recruit hell when
I arrived. She stood in front of me reaching out, actually mauled my
body to make sure the bra was on correctly. She took a little extra
time around the nipples as she felt them stiffen to her touch. A
smile crossed her lips. Turning to Melissa, Sgt. Rogers asked her if
she knew me. Melissa replied that we came from the same city, but
didn't know each other. Sgt. Rogers then appointed her and "the bra
woman" as my personal keepers during basic training. Making sure to
stress that they were responsible for my feminine appearance and
actions for the next 8 weeks or until I left. Then stepping behind
me she traced my bra straps lightly and laughed. "Looking good Mr.
Sissy" she said. "Remember to wear a bra. ALWAYS! I don't want to
ever see your bare tits flapping in the breeze, understand me?" What
could I say but, "Yes Sergeant". I was glad to see her walk away and
begin harassing someone else.
The harassment continued for hours. We were all tired, and
confused, but we were so scared that we didn't dare move until we
were told to. Everyone got their share. No one escaped. Melissa
got it for having a "Sissy Friend". Candy got it for "lending her
uniform to someone else",,, everyone HAD to get yelled at.
Eventually they called us to attention, and marched us all off to our
barracks. No one could keep in step, and we were verbally abused all
the way to the barracks. I remember thinking, "What makes these
people so mean?". I never considered it was part of the act and the
job. Like professional wrestling, more glitz and glitter than
substance. But, it was confusing, and as long as we were confused,
we couldn't head off in any direction on our own. That was
important.
Inside the barracks, there were beds. Two rows, double bunked,
with lockers in between and small lockers at the end of each bed.
Each bed had a mattress rolled up on the springs. Home. As ugly as
it was, it was welcome after standing outside for so long. As we
came inside, Sgt. Wilson asked each of us our Service Number. I was
called on first, to be made an example of again I guessed, but, this
time I was prepared. I mustered all the strength I could and shouted
"Sergeant, my Serial Number is WA-12-711-474." Perfect, I did it,
even Sgt. Rogers would have let me go on that one. Sgt. Wilson
assigned me a bunk, and called on Candy next to bunk with me. After
Candy, Melissa managed to get called, and she wound up in the bunk
next to mine, on the bottom. Then came a stranger on the top,
followed by Debra and Tina. Like old home week, our side of the
barracks filled up quickly. The other side was a little more
difficult. Each girl who didn't know her service number was told to
"Give me ten" until they could remember it. Some girls did three
sets of push-ups before they admitted not studying. I was glad for
the extra time on the train we had to study. I wondered how the guys
were making out with their introduction to the Army. Hopefully they
were having an easier time.
Sgt. Wilson told us to get settled. Put our things in the
lockers, and report to the mess hall for lunch. Great, I was
famished. We were told to be lined up outside the mess hall (great
name for a place to eat) at 12:20 on the dot. That left us with 20
minutes according to the big clock on the wall. I stored my bag in
one of the big lockers. With no locks yet, nothing could be
secured. Then I rushed to Melissa and hugged her. She returned my
elation, and even kissed me saying "Hello you sexy little thing. Do
you come here often?" I could do nothing but laugh. Candy finished
putting her things away, and joined us. "You two seem plenty
friendly already" she said. "I thought you were strangers." I
explained the paperwork mix-up to Candy and some of what happened on
the train, being sure to leave the sex scenes out. She seemed
interested, but not too pushy. She and Melissa calmly discussed
their lives, while they combed out my hair in a more feminine style,
each offering the other suggestions. Then they applied very light
amounts of makeup and lipstick, just so "I wouldn't look so
obvious". At 12:17, I walked out of the barracks to look around.
The mess hall was only 100 feet away, I could make it there in 3
minutes without a problem. I slowly ambled in that direction,
noticing that others were leaving as we lined up outside. So we ate
in shifts, figures, can't have 100 or more women in the same place
eating - the noise would kill you. At precisely 12:20, Sgt. Wilson
appeared out of nowhere and called us to attention. "Ladies" she
said, "you will have exactly 25 minutes to get through that line, get
your food, eat, make your comment on the world situation, and be back
in the barracks. This goes for every day. 12:20 is lunch, and at
12:45 you WILL be back in the barracks for inspection. Understood
Pussies?" In unison, as if we had practiced, we sang "YES SERGEANT".
We were released to eat.
The entire company rushed in, Melissa in front of me, Candy
behind me. They escorted me through the line, making selections for
me, warning me playfully to watch my figure or they might get in
trouble. Although I didn't want to cause us any problems, I didn't
think I was supposed to starve either. I exited the serving line
with little more than a salad, a very small dab of dressing, and a
small blob of jello. At this rate I would be dead before the eight
weeks were over. I did manage to get a couple of glasses of milk
without any harassment, probably the girls were afraid I would get
osteoporosis or something. Such as it was, lunch was satisfying. We
finished in plenty of time, cleared our trays, and returned to the
barracks. No one else eating there seemed to take any notice of me,
they were either too busy with their own lives, or Melissa and Candy
did a good job with my hair and makeup. Either way, I was beginning
to get comfortable with my life, although my boobs did itch and were
swelling more, and the damn bra seemed to be in the way.
At precisely 12:45 Sgt. Wilson strode into the barracks. "O.K.
Ladies, off your butts" she yelled. "Get lined up at the end of your
bunks now, and stand at attention." There was a flurry of activity
as we all hurried to get in place. "My grandmother in a wheel chair
can go faster than that" screamed Sgt. Wilson. All was quiet, we
stood at attention. Sgt. Rogers came in then, and in her domineering
way, took control with just her presence. "Ladies" she started, "you
are now going to be marched to the test center. They will attempt to
measure your intelligence level, or lack of it. Some of you must
have an I.Q. lower than your bra size". Everyone snickered. "You
will fall in outside, in two rows, and we will march over there
together, is that clear?" "Yes Sergeant" could be heard echoing in
the building. "All right, now fall out!" Feet shuffled, bodies
rushed, and we left the building as if it were on fire. Once outside
the sergeants gave us a little close order drill, and tried to show
us the basics of marching. Getting disgusted, they gave up, and
marched us to the testing center.
The testing center was an enormous open room with desks in rows. Upon
arrival, we were told stand at the back of the room until our names
were called, then to come forward, pick up our tests and take a
seat. It looked as if there were other companies of girls to take
the tests with us. We were given a 15 minute break while the testing
crew got organized, and used that time to talk with some of the other
girls. I stuck close to Melissa, but Candy, Debra and Tina went off
to get acquainted with the others. We found that there were
actually four other companies of trainees with us. Melissa
introduced me as Vicky, and the nice redhead we were talking with
introduced herself, Cindy and her blonde friend Janine. Looking
around, I could see Candy talking to other girls and pointing in my
direction. I wanted to crawl in a hole. I tried to keep someone
between Candy's sight and mine until test time. I couldn't see Debra
and Tina, but I could imagine what they were doing. Finally, one of
the testing personnel called "Attention" and got us to settle down.
We waited as names were called, girls milling about all the time. As
I was waiting my turn, a couple of them walked from behind me and
actually snapped my bra! Then gave me a knowing wink as they passed.
Oh, I thought, this is going to be just terrible until they get me
reassigned. Eventually, they called "Riley, Victoria E", and I
shuffled out amidst a few giggles to get my test. I sat down, and
per the instructions on the board, waited until we were told to begin
our tests. I read the test cover, and besides having me listed as a
female named Victoria, they also gave me the wrong test. The test I
had said it was for "Medical Nurse", and I was supposed to be taking
one for a "Wheel Vehicle Mechanic". Well, I wasn't going to
complain now, besides, when they sent me back to the men's basic
training camp, I could just take the correct test. Suddenly a voice
brought me back to reality "... and you have as long as you need to
take the test. If you need to use the facilities, you will be
escorted one at a time to the rest rooms. Open your books and start
your tests."
I broke the seal on my test, and began what I thought would be
a futile effort, at best. I sat there probing deep into my brain,
extracting every bit of information I had retained from biology,
health and science classes. It wasn't easy. After what I thought
was a short time, I realized I had to relieve myself. I couldn't
believe it. I crossed my legs and tried to concentrate on the test.
After completing five more answers, I knew I would have to be
excused. I raised my hand, and Sgt. Wilson walked over to my desk.
She just looked at me, waiting for me to explain myself. I whispered
that I had to go to the bathroom. She closed my test booklet, and
motioned for me to get up and leave. I put my pencil down, and
walked out behind her. She told me where the bathrooms were, and
said she would be there shortly. I went into the bathroom, made sure
to go into a stall, made sure my feet were pointing in the right
direction, and did my business. Just as I finished and was wiping
the last drops from my penis, I heard someone enter. I heard her
call my name "Vicky,... Vicky". "Be right out", I said. I pulled
up my panties and pants and was tucking my t-shirt into my pants as I
walked out, and bumped into Sgt. Rogers. "Oh, excuse me Sergeant" I
stammered. "You dumb sissy" she roared. "Watch where you are going.
Get your head out of your ass" "Excuse me Sergeant " I pleaded
again. "Hey, sissy boy" she said, "Are you wearing a bra ? Or did
you take it off already?" "Yes Sergeant, I replied, "I am still
wearing a bra, per your instructions." To which she replied, "Show
me, come on faggot, show me your little budding titties". I slowly
pulled my t-shirt out of my pants and began lifting it over my head.
Sgt. Rogers reached out and lightly traced the outline of my bra on
my chest. "Nice little titties you have here, sissy. Now take the
bra off and showing me what's underneath. I think maybe you are a
real female". "Please Sergeant," I pleaded stifling my welling tears
"Please don't do this to me. It's all a mix-up. I wanted to join
the regular Army, I'm not a woman. Please don't do this to me".
Slowly, I reached around my back to unhook the bra. As it came
loose, I blushed to my hair roots. My small tits were free. Sgt.
Rogers reached out and gave each nipple a playful twist. With a
leer, she bent down and gently kissed each one. Murmuring softly I
could hear her say "Mmmm, you can be my girlfriend any time sweetie.
Your little boy titties are just too cute for words." Embarrassed, I
could do nothing but let her continue her terrible game. Oh, how my
boobs ached and itched. Her soft lips and darting tongue were like a
soothing ointment. I wished she would never stop. Suddenly, she
stopped kissing me and told me to get dressed and back to the testing
room. Sobbing softly, I fastened my bra, taking care to get my boobs
situated right, pulled on my t-shirt, and walked back to the testing
room. As quickly as I could, I sat down and resumed my test.
As I sat, I saw a couple of others get up and turn in their
papers. Damn, mine wasn't even half done yet. I tried to put my
mind into overdrive. Thank goodness for "multiple guess"
questions. Down the list I went, B... B... A... D (none of the
above). Time passed, more girls left. I looked around, and there
were only three of us there. I decided that it really didn't matter,
and just filled in the remaining 25 answers with whatever letter I
felt. As I stood to turn in my paper, I saw another girl get up, it
was Melissa. She walked me out and asked how I did. "Melissa," I
replied, "I don't think I can keep this up any longer. Sgt. Rogers
made sexual advances toward me when I went to the bathroom. I think
she wants to get me in bed." "Oh Vicky" she said, "I knew something
happened while you were in the bathroom. I noticed your mascara was
running when you came back. I'm so sorry. Maybe we should go to the
Company Commander and try to get you out faster." I told her not to
worry, I would avoid Sgt. Rogers, and anyway, I could be out of here
tomorrow. When we walked outside, I was surprised to note that it
was already dark.
We walked slowly back to the barracks, arms around each others
waist, enjoying each others company. When we were back inside, we
crashed on our bunks. I fell asleep on my side for a little while,
and awoke feeling someone gently rubbing my back. It was Candy, she
was whispering softly "Poor Vicky, Shhhh, relax, Poor baby". I
moaned and turned completely on my stomach. It felt so good. Candy
would rub my back, then trace my bra through my t-shirt, then rub my
back again. Her soft soothing voice and her cool light touch
combined to make my stay in "dreamland" a very pleasant experience.
I was reveling in my pleasure, when suddenly someone yelled
"ATTENTION". Candy jumped up, helping me to my feet, waking Melissa
at the same time. Sgt. Wilson had come in the barracks, and wanted
to tell us what was going to happen tomorrow. "Ladies" she began,
"Tomorrow you will get your uniforms, and other important items. You
will spend most of the day at this task, so you will need all the
rest you can get. Here are some barracks rules you need to remember,
lights out at 10:00 PM EVERY night, no exceptions. The only lights
allowed on after that time will be in the latrine. You may think
this is too early to sleep, but you will be grateful. That's it, I
will be here at 6:00 AM to get you out of bed, I want