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Draft Dodger, Chapter One - by: Jan Armstrong Edited By: Cai Chapter One Will couldn't believe what he was seeing. He sat watching as archived news clips scenes unfolded on the TV. The Gateway Arch and the Space Needle in Seattle fell. Buckingham palace was engulfed in flames. The Louvre had been bombed and witnesses cried as glass panels fell onto its priceless contents. Only one of the towers of the Cathedral of the Intercession could be seen through the smoke billowing from the remains of the Senatskaya. Smaller targets had been attacked in Australia, Canada, Japan and several suicide attacks had been made throughout Israel. All this had happened within the last week, now, the President of the United States stood before a joint session of congress and asked for war to be declared. Even without a clear enemy, the congress voted yes. All that was horrible, the day before there had been an attack on Mt. Rushmore terrorists had managed to climb the cliff-face during the night and planted massive charges. The resulting explosions had destroyed the monument. The attacks on New York and the Pentagon two years earlier had shaken the whole country and the ensuing 'War on Terrorism' had ground to a slow crawl. The country's military had been extended to its limits while chasing suspects and organizations. All the while Bin Laden and his crew used the military actions to recruit new followers from around the world. But the worst part for Will was the vote held after the Declaration of War. They re-instituted the draft. Will just couldn't believe it. The President was addressing the nation from the podium in the House of Representatives. The government had been preparing for this for the last three months. New induction medical centers had been created to manage the millions of draftees as they were processed for mental and physical fitness. In addition, the Coast Guard now reported to the Department of Defense and basic training installations had been prepared for the flood of draftees. The President paused dramatically before continuing to announce that, "Every person registered with the Selective Service between the ages of 18 and 22 would be processed in order to establish 'training schedules'. On top of that, young women 18 years and older were also going to be called to duty! Applause from the Joint Session of Congress was more sporadic. The President asked for an immediate vote on a bill he had submitted a few months earlier that would expand selective service registration to include women. That vote didn't go as well as the Declaration of War. But it did pass, however, narrowly. Stunned by the developments, Will suddenly remembered that he was late for work. Grabbing his car keys, he ran out the door and drove himself to the offices of InterGlobal Insurance. Will had been contracting as a web developer to improve the company's intranet. Working his usual magic on the company's intranet server helped to drown the turmoil he was feeling for a few hours before co-workers learned of the new developments. After that, the workday was ruined. They all ended up listening to internet radio broadcasts of the growing situation. The next two weeks brought even more turmoil. Iraq and North Korea responded by announcing an anti western alliance. Osama Bin Laden lead a coup, which killed the Saudi King and took control of Saudi Arabia. He then quickly joined the Iraq/Korea alliance, which was now being called the New Axis of Evil by NATO. Together Saudi Arabia and Iraq conquered and annexed the smaller countries of the Gulf of Arabia. Faced with the new alliances and coerced with threats invasion Iran joined the new alliance. Palestinians quickly announced support of Iraq and the new Saudi government as other Muslim nations and old enemies of the United States and NATO quickly pledged support for the anti western cause and joined the Axis. The mood for the next few weeks only worsened as Axis forces invaded Turkey and more countries joined the United States in declarations of war. Three weeks after the declaration of war the first draft notices arrived in the mail. They directed people to view lists posted in Post Offices and made available on several government web sites. Every guy in the office was listed on the web sites. A few days later the girls who had registered first were listed as well. Draftees didn't have to report immediately they had several weeks to report to an induction center for tests. On the bright side, if there was one, individuals who reported before the deadline could choose which branch they could join. Otherwise, people would be conscripted and assigned according to the need of the military and test results of the individual. Not everyone had to report right away, the lists were organized by age. Several of Will's office mates were quite relieved that their age placed them into a much later draft category that may not ever be called. The atmosphere was gloomy while Will ate lunch with the office staff. They all contemplated futures that were now very uncertain. "I don't know what to do," Will's cube-mate, Alex, complained. "I don't believe in killing but now there's this draft. I don't want to do this and there's no way out." Half jokingly Janelle spoke up, "You can always say that you are gay." Several others in the group laughed, Alex was well known to be a ladies man. "I don't think I can do that." Alex blushed at the thought. "I don't think I could be convincing enough to pull it off." He mockingly leered at Janelle. "I think they would catch on pretty quickly." "I don't think it would matter," Will broke in, "You know about that don't ask don't tell policy that Clinton introduced." That brought a new round of grumbling; apparently a few of the guys had been considering that as a possibility. Especially Gary, going into military service would separate him from his life-partner, possibly permanently. Kristy spoke up next, "You know, we could always tell them that we're transsexuals. I'm sure that's not covered by the 'don't ask don't tell policy.'" That idea brought genuine laughter, especially after Garry started tugging at Kristy blouse sleeves and asked her if he could borrow it. Later that evening, as Will sat watching the news unfold on his TV, a commercial featuring Ru Paul jogged his memory and he mulled Kristy's suggestion. It didn't take him long to decide that being branded a freak for the next few years was better than risking his life. After deciding that, it was easier to decide to go the next day to 'volunteer', that way he wouldn't have to worry any more. He wouldn't be drafted and that would be the end of the matter. Realizing that just saying that he was a transsexual may not be enough for the doctors in the induction center, Will stayed awake all night doing research. After searching the internet for everything he could tell the interviewers he concocted a story to convince them of his new status. It wasn't hard, so much of what he read struck a cord for him, and with his fertile imagination it was easy to fill in the blanks and make his own life seem like that of a transsexual. Morning came way to quickly for Will. He hadn't slept well with dreams of his mother shouting at him for playing with dolls. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he dialed the switchboard at InterGlobal and asked to be transferred to his supervisor. Mr. Croix answered the phone with his usual pre-coffee flair. "Mr. Croix?" Will began weakly, "I can't come in to work today. I have an appointment." Will grimaced, if he had an appointment he should have notified management several days ago. "Oh? That's kind of sudden." Mr. Croix asked skeptically, "You didn't say anything about this yesterday." "Yes I know, it was a letter from the draft office, I guess they need some people quicker than others." Well at least that was partially true. Hopefully true enough that Mr. Croix would buy the excuse. "All right, there's not a lot that can be done about that." Mr. Croix relented, tell Garry good luck if you see him there, I think he got one of those letters too." "Oh crap," Will said as he hung up the phone. The way Mr. Croix said that sounded like he knew there were no letters. The important thing was that he had they day off and only had to deal with Garry possibly knowing his plan. Hopefully the intake interviews would be short and he would have the rest of the day to relax. The intake center was at the National Guard armory and was pretty easy to find. Will parked his Tacoma and started walking across the parking lot when a familiar voice shouted his name. "Will!" Looking around he saw Garry waving at him. Garry said something to Paul, his boyfriend and they both gestured for Will to come over. "I'm surprised to see you here," Garry started. "You know Paul, remember? From Karri's going away party." Will took the offered hand and returned the surprisingly warm and firm handshake. "Are you going to try to get out of this too?" Paul asked politely. "Garry is going to tell them that he's a tranny." "A what?" Will had pictures of Garry trying to convince some sergeant that he was part of a car's machinery." "A tranny, you know. A transsexual." Gary did a quick twirl and for the first time Will realized that the white shirt and slacks that Garry was wearing were not from the men's rack at Target. "I have a friend who dresses for fun and he let me borrow this. You like?" Garry was obviously proud of himself. "What are you going to tell them?" Now Will blushed, he wasn't quite ready for Paul to know his plan as well. "Oh!" Paul caught on quicker than Garry. "You think you can pull that off wearing a ball cap, dirty shirt and jeans?" Now Garry joined in, "Not very lady like you know. They'd never believe you." Will hadn't thought of that, "Well you know, it's just an excuse. I didn't think. I mean I don't have." Embarrassed and off balance, Will shut his mouth with an audible click. His eyes sparkling, "You know Will, I do have some other stuff that I borrowed. We could go back to my place and find something more convincing." Paul just smiled and nodded in agreement. "You guys just want to do that so you can watch the straight guy squirm." Will searched for an excuse. "I couldn't, you know I'm not gay," Garry acted offended, "And what has that got to do with the draft?" Wrapping his arm around Will's shoulder he guided him toward his car. "And besides, what if we do want to watch you squirm?" Will laughed releasing some of the nervous energy that had building inside of him. "Ok, but no dresses." Relaxing, these guys weren't making a big deal. And they knew what he was planning and they were offering to help him succeed. At very least, dressing up would help his story be more convincing. The ride to the guys apartment was surprisingly short. Most of the morning commuter traffic had died down and the roads were fairly clear. Garry and Paul chatted about the commitment ceremony they were planning for the next weekend. Will relaxed as they talked. The ceremony was all Garry had talked about for several weeks before war was declared. Maybe things will be ok, Garry and Paul seemed confident the transsexual idea would work and there was no reason for them to change their plans. Garry hadn't lied about having more clothes. It looked like his friend had been using the guys' apartment as safe place to change. Paul pointed out the dresser that they were letting him keep clothes in. Apparently their friend had been cross-dressing for years and his wife was ok with it, only so long as he did it away from her. Opening drawers at random Will chose a pair of slacks and a blue top. "How about these?" Garry and Paul shook their heads. "What's wrong?" Will was feeling cornered and frustrated. "Let's see some of that famous gay fashion sense and show me something." Will tried to defensively maintain a shred of masculinity. Maybe if he didn't have to choose, if someone else took over, he really wouldn't be cross-dressing too. After all, dressing up was a choice. Will forced himself to relax. This was a costume, that's all, just a costume. He tried to fervently convince himself, but didn't believe it. Paul and Garry conferred quickly. "You know, this isn't our thing either. But color is color. And this lacks any of it..." Paul held out the same grey slacks that Will had chosen, but instead of the blue top he now held a white silk blouse with cloth covering the buttons. Garry came up with a pair of black suede flat-soled shoes and a new pair of flesh colored knee-highs. "I bought these," Gary shook the package of knee-highs "'cause I wasn't about to shave my legs and wear a skirt. If your feet aren't hairy they'll look fine." Taking the clothes Will stepped into the bathroom to change. Staring into the mirror he steeled himself and slowly began to change clothes. Paul and Gary laughed as Will stepped back into the hall. "The clothes look fine, but you need to shave and loose the ball cap!" Gary stepped past Will and showed him where the shaving cr?me and razors were kept. "Thank god you wear your hair a little long. We can brush it into something more fem." Garry waved a can of mouse and a brush menacingly, "We've seen flamers do it enough times to make it look good." Will went back into the bathroom to shave. Looking at the small selection of cologne shaving cr?mes he decided to just use soap. As he finished he counted himself lucky that they hadn't made him change underwear too. Just then Garry shoved his arm through the door and held up a pair of nylon panties. "Just incase they want to do a physical too, you want to look the part you know." Will took the panties and set them on the counter, memories of his dreams the night before flashed through his mind, his mother yelling about dolls and now something about a Halloween costume. He quickly changed underwear and was tucking the blouse back into the slacks when he opened the door and announced that he was ready for them to do his hair. He thought about why some guys liked to dress up and couldn't figure out what they found so exciting. They were just clothes, the slacks were a little loose around his hips and the blouse felt light and cool against his skin. Other than that, it was no different than his normal work clothes, just prettier and oddly more comfortable. True to their word, it didn't take long to make his hair look less masculine, they even managed to get the impression that his hat had left to look like a soft curl. After slipping on the shoes Will was surprised to find that they fit loosely. Garry explained that their friend probably had bigger feet. After making sure that the shoes wouldn't fall off, the three left the apartment and made the short trip back to the armory. There were a few more cars in the parking lot and Paul suggested that he drop them off and wait for them in the car. He had his cell phone and Gary could call him if it looked like the interviews were going to take a while. Paul stopped behind Will's Tacoma and Will took the opportunity to toss his clothes into the passenger seat. He wanted to go straight home after the interviews and promised that he would return the clothes to Gary at work the next day. As they entered the main building they followed signs pointing to where the induction interviews were being held. As they approached the room Gary pulled Will to the side, "I was thinking, they might notice that we came in together. If they ask, we know each other from a support group and decided to come in together for mutual support. Also, I was thinking that the Air Force would be the best bet for us to volunteer for." Will hadn't thought about any of this and agreed to use Garry's suggestions. Just then the door to the interview room opened and a young man wearing a camouflage uniform, barely out of his teens he did a double take and looked them over. "Ok, I guess you two are first. Come on in and we'll get started." Footsteps could be heard coming down the hall and Will hurriedly stepped to follow. Thank goodness they had got there early, at least this way they may get some privacy and won't have so many people staring at them. "Have a seat." the young man indicated a chair next to a grey metal desk. "My name is Specialist Thompson, I'll help you fill out this paperwork and answer any questions." He handed Will a stack of papers, clipboard and pen. "We have to do all this paper work and administer the ASVAB before we can do anything else." "Asvab? What's that", Will asked worried about the horror stories he had heard about the Army's love for giving shots to recruits. "That's the Armed Services Vocational Aptitude Battery." Spc. Thompson said. "It's what we use to determine what career you would be best at." Noticing Will's hesitation he continued, "It will take a couple of hours, I hope you made time, you could be here all day." Will felt his heart shrink, he had hoped to play Unreal II when he got home. "Uh, yeah. I have the day free." He started working on the paperwork, which didn't take as long as Will had thought it would. As he finished the small stack and handed the clipboard and pen back to Spc. Thompson. Another door opened and a man wearing khakis and a polo shirt asked Will to come in as soon as he was done. Spc. Thompson looked relieved and said, "Mr. Anderson is our interviewing doctor." Glancing at Will's clothes he continued, "You may not have to stay the whole day after all." That was good news. Will stood and walked into the office. Maybe the day wouldn't be a bust after all. It looked like the plan was working. After shutting the door, the doctor sat on the edge of his desk studied Will's appearance. "So, mind telling me why you're wearing those clothes?" He asked in a very bland tone. It sounded as if he had asked this question hundreds of times. "Well uh," Will stammered. "I'm a uh, transsexual." "All right, how long have you been a transsexual?" The doctor asked nonplused. "Ok, this is it." Will thought to himself and took a deep breath. "I suppose I have been all my life," his voice was shaky but gained strength and conviction as the story he had created the night before rolled off his tongue. "I first remember thinking I was a girl when I was 5. My cousins had come over for Thanksgiving and were spending the night. They were two girls one was seven the other was my age. I remember they had pretty cotton nightgowns that they hated. I convinced Cindy, the one my age, to trade for my pajamas. She did and we slept in each other's nightclothes. I got in trouble the next day when my mother asked me why I was wearing a nightie and I told her I was a girl too. "After that I remember playing house with friends and borrowing their dolls to play with at home. That went on until I was 8 and again was caught by my dad. It was Halloween and I was going to go dressed as a girl. Well when my dad found out that I had been playing with dolls, he realized that it was more than a costume to me and got angry. "After that I became more careful and kept things hidden. I didn't play dolls or dressed up. I just lay low and learned how to play boy games. That kept me out of trouble. "When my dad died I was thirteen. I didn't go to the funeral because I was scared that he might be in heaven and would know my secret. Instead I stayed home and looked through my mother's closet. "One thing led to another and I tried on some of her dresses. I knew then what I had to do. I guess it was the clarity that grief can give folks sometimes. I finished high school early and got a job as an entry level web designer. That was 2 years ago, now I am living life on my own. I'm trying to work up enough money to start seeing a shrink and transition." Will finished and caught his breath. The doctor was nodding his head, "I see. Well I'll tell you what. You know that the military has an un- official policy about homosexuals." Will interrupted, "I am not gay. I want a sex change. I am not gay." The doctor smiled, "Ok, I understand. There is no policy that I know of that will allow you into the military. I'll get your paperwork and make some notes in it. You might have to come back in a week or so to sign some additional papers, also they may require you to speak with another doctor. I am recommending that you not be considered for service." The doctor opened the door for Will, "Thank you for coming in Miss." Will looked up in surprise. "That is right, Miss.?" The doctor was watching Will's reactions. "Oh yes, that's right." Will acted pleased, "It's just that not many people give me the courtesy." With that, Will left the armory, changed clothes and pleased that the plan worked immersed himself in computer games. The next day at work everyone wanted to know what happened at the induction center. Will and Garry were quickly tired of repeating themselves. At lunch Garry admitted that he told the interviewer that he was a transsexual. And that the same morning another t-girl had showed up and made his interviews a lot easier to bear. The doctor believed him and Garry had been turned down for military service. Everyone was happy for him and turned to hear what had happened to Will. "Yeah, I saw Garry there. He was with someone so I left him alone." Garry was looking straight at Will and nodded in understanding. "Anyway, while I was filling the paper work one of the questions was if there were any histories of disease in my family. I marked scoliosis." At this point Will paused dramatically, "I hurt my back in high school, the way it healed makes me look like a have a curvature. The doctor failed me on the spot and didn't even bother with taking x-rays." Everyone thought that solution was brilliant and no one could top it for shear believability. Only Will knew it was complete B.S., and Garry of course. It was much easier to concentrate on work after the adventure at the armory. Will was on a creative high as he developed new ways to create scripted web page navigation that worked in the most popular browsers, even Opera! Work was rolling into his e-mail and rolling out just as quickly. He felt like he had won the lottery! At work, Garry matched Will's enthusiasm. Garry had been a graphic designer since finishing high school, now he was learning Flash. It opened whole new worlds for him. He was able to create interactive websites without having to learn HTML or some other language. His latest project was just the icing on the cake, an interactive slot machine for an Indian Casino website. If the week was stellar, the weekend was pure magic. Friday night, Will decided to try the new '70's club and while there met a girl with whom he spent the next two days on the lake. He had never liked the idea of casual sex. But Mandy was far from casual she gave Will an experience that he swore he would learn to duplicate and master. With Mandy, things that Will had only considered fore-play became forever intertwined with the act of sex. Her fingers moved over his body and caressed him as if she were worshiping her own sensuality through his. He had never thought his nipples could be so sensitive. And the way she played with his tool, she gently flicked and circled the tip without ever grasping it. She massaged his inner thighs and gingerly kissed him. She had him trembling and crying before she finally mounted him and brought him to fulfillment. Will then did the same for her, with her coaching him to just the right spots. Paul surprised Garry outside of the office, he had a limo waiting and together they drove downtown to watch the latest Music Circus production of Man of LaMancha. They sat spell bound as they watch the imprisoned writer transform himself into the deluded knight who jousted with windmill giants and saw a serving wench as a lady in a castle. Together they dreamed the impossible dream and lost themselves to the fantasy. Afterward they had dinner at Crawdads. Crawdads' dance floor was under repairs from a wild party a couple of weeks before, it was sinking into the river they decided to go dancing at Faces. The Friday night crowd was there and several of their friends waved as the couple pushed their way to the floor and started moving to a rhythm all their own. Saturday and Sunday passed in a blur of shared passion. When Monday dawned, Will and Garry were both exhausted but happier than either had been in a very long time. Will was looking forward to the idea of encounters like that weekend becoming the norm as more young men left for mandatory service, conveniently forgotten was the fact that women were being called as well. Garry was equally ebullient, Paul had taken the weekend to reaffirm his commitment to Garry. With no worries of separation and the relief that they both felt, their lovemaking was able to be the celebration that it should always be. Not even the letters that were waiting for them from the draft board could dampen their newfound feelings of euphoria. The letters simply confirmed what they had told the interviewers and requested that they come back Wednesday for follow up interviews. Obviously the government wanted to make sure that they weren't being scammed. While Will didn't particularly like the idea of dressing up again, he didn't mind so much either. This time the letter gave instructions to go to a different section of the building. Away from the Induction Center and with a separate entrance, this detail promised more privacy. In fact, the letter even stated that the concern for privacy was of great import due to the 'lack of understanding demonstrated by some individuals'. That line only helped bolster Will and Garry's spirits, the transsexual plan was not only working but better than either had expected! If the military bureaucracy was able to recognize that people had problems with this and that they could be harmed, well, so much the better! Will talked with Garry the next day and arranged to meet at Garry's apartment to get ready. Garry agreed with Will that this would most likely be an interview with a shrink and they should make extra efforts to research their story and make themselves more believable. Even so, Garry still managed to surprise Will when he arrived at the apartment Wednesday morning. There were two other guys in the apartment and Paul was nowhere to be seen. "Relax, Will." Garry began. "These are a couple of friends of mine. They work in Tahoe as female impersonators in a show." Garry smiled at the shocked look on Will's face, "Don't worry, hon', they're here to help. And they promised to make you pass." "Pass, what? Is this a test?" Will was genuinely confused. One of the strangers stepped toward will and extended his hand. "I'm Al and he's Dave, passing is when no one notices you're a man. It's not just about how you look its some subtle things too." Over the next hour Will allowed the two professional gender-benders help him get ready and listened carefully as they told him how to walk, sit and even how to shake hands. They laughed when he asked them if there were any pointers on speech. "Oh that will take way too long. Just when talking to a man be more formal and when talking to a woman relax and always look at whomever you're talking to?" Dave started then Al interrupted "Don't always look them right in the eye, that's aggressive, instead, follow their hair line or jaw or whatever. Study the face, don't just look at it." Dave picked up again, "You can drop your eyes when talking to a man, but never look at him when you do it, look at the floor right behind him, that's seen as passive and guys think women are passive." With those pieces of advice they duo announced that Will and Gary were ready, and should check their appearance in the mirror for any small details that may have been missed. This was the first time Will had seen a mirror since entering the apartment. His reflection was not stunning but it was different. Then Will realized that he had hips. Reaching down he felt the pads that had been sewn into the undergarment that Dave insisted he wear. Out of curiosity Will turned and could see the curve of his but had been enhanced by the garment as well. Al had placed small gell inserts into Will's bra and now it looked like he had small, but developing breasts. He grinned, as he thought 'Fried eggs' and mosquito bites." Al had also used some stage makeup to cover Will's beard before dusting his whole face with a powder that matched the skin on the inside of Will's arm. No other make up other than brown mascara had been applied. Noticing that Will was studying his face, Dave said, "Sometimes, little to no makeup is better than lots, especially when you are trying to pass. You don't want anything to draw attention, so Al just did the basics to make your skin look even and smooth." With that Garry joined Will at the mirror. "Wow, we don't look totally like women, but we sure don't look like normal guys either," Garry said in a soft voice. "That's the idea," Al said. "You want to look like transsexuals trying to start out. You don't want to look like bombshells. That always takes a few years. Besides," He paused thoughtfully for a second, "you didn't look this good last time, so a big change would be more noticeable." "Exactly!" Will was catching on, "We don't want to have any changes be too noticeable because transsexuals want to blend in, not stand out." He felt as if he'd had a major revelation, and it fit his own philosophy, if you don't get caught, you don't get in trouble. Will rode with Garry to the armory. Finding the entrance was just a matter of driving to the back of the large concrete building. They found a vacant slot and parked. Garry asked a few questions about Will's cover story and explained that he was using a more accepting past and that Paul was his fianc?. Garry agreed that using actual facts helped make the cover more convincing. Apparently his parents were supportive of him and always thought that transsexual was just another word for gay, which made his story even more believable. Once inside the building, they discovered that it was just a back entrance to the office section where they had been previously interviewed. They waited hesitantly at the door looking for any indication as to where they should go next. They both jumped when the door right next to them open and a man in an army uniform asked them to come inside. "I'm First Sergeant Clemens and this is the CO Captain DuPries. He indicated the only other person in the room. "We thought we should greet you and maybe make you a little more comfortable." Capt. DuPries held out his hand, "You have created quite a stir around here." He motioned towards some cushioned chairs and sat behind a large wooden desk that looked like it was Korean War surplus. "Honestly, we expected all sorts of stunts. People don't like being drafted. We've even had a few Klingers come in. Guys in dresses and hairy as an ape." Everyone laughed politely at this visual. "But you two look and act the part, even more today. That's why you were asked to come back." The Captain looked toward his First Sergeant,"If you would continue?" "At first we were going to take the doctor's recommendation but DOD regulations required us to investigate a little closer." "What do you mean?" Will was getting paranoid. "The first thing we did is call your work. According to them you both are in good standing with your employers and they had nothing bad to say of either of you." He paused thinking, "Except you Mr. Samuals, they said that you might be gay." Garry grinned, "Yes, I don't dress up at work because it could cause a lot of problems, if you know what I mean. It's no secret that I like men, so a lot of people just think I'm gay." He finished this with an embellished flourish of his hands. Will took the opportunity to embellish his own story, "I don't dress for work either for the same reasons. I don't date a lot and don't talk about my private life with co-workers." "Yes," the Sergeant agreed, "That sounds like what your agency said. They actually knew very little about what you do outside of work." "Moving on," the captain said while he leaned forward and rested his elbows on the edge of the desk, "That's why we thought it would be prudent to get a second opinion." He smiled and continued, "We asked a psychologist to come here today and interview you both. Of course, you don't have to. It's not a requirement. But it will help us make a decision," he left the comment hanging. Obviously the decision was to accept Will and Garry into the military or to mark their records as being undesirable for service. Will and Garry glanced at each other; they had discussed this very scenario the day before. "Ok," they said in unison. "All right then." The sergeant handed them some papers. "These are release forms so that the doctor can discuss her impressions of your conversations. Anything you tell her will be held in confidence. All she can tell us are her impressions." After the paper will signed he stood up, "If you would wait here with the Captain I'll be right back." Sgt. Clemens left the office, carefully shutting the door he opened the one right next to it. "Well what do you think so far?" He asked the lady sitting at the desk and taking notes on a yellow legal pad. Capt. DuPries voice could be heard coming from an intercom sitting on the desk. "Interesting, I can tell they are nervous. But they didn't seem to be thinking too hard about what they told you and they both agreed to further interviews with little to no hesitation. They didn't seemed rushed like they were hiding something, nor did their answers sound rehearsed," She paused reflectively, "I'll know more after I've interviewed them, but my impression right now is that they are either genuine or very good actors. I need to see their reactions, not just hear them." "I'll bring Mr. Samuels over first, since he is the more questionable of the two. It's not the first time a gay man has tried this to get out of the draft." Will sat quietly in the office while the Sergeant and Captain discussed the duty roster for the next day and the rotation of vehicles for maintenance checks. They carefully ignored Will as he sat nervously waiting his turn with the doctor. He rehearsed the story that he had told doctor at his first interview, and wondered why he hadn't been able to get it out of his mind during the week that had passed. Lost in his thoughts he didn't notice when the office door opened and Garry stepped it. "Will, she wants to see you now." Garry looked relaxed and had a smile on his face. His interview seemed to have gone well enough. Will stood and gathered himself mentally before stepping into the hallway and shutting the door behind him. He noticed the door next to it was open and looked inside. "Hello, come on in." Gary nervously said hi and stepped into the office. The doctor shut the door behind him. "I'm a psychologist and I was asked by the captain to interview you again to establish if you really are what you claim." She sat in a chair in front of the desk and indicated that Will should take the other one. "Perhaps you can tell me about yourself?" She asked while settling a legal pad on her lap. "Well." Even with his mental rehearsal Will still had difficulty starting. "I am a transsexual." Will grimaced, nothing like restating a topic to try to convince someone of something, "I first remember thinking I was a girlwhen I was 5. I used to get in a lot of trouble when I was a kid because I would insist that I am a girl. "When I was 8, my dad caught me playing with dolls. It was Halloween and I was going to go dressed as a girl. Well when he found out what I was doing he refused to let me dress as a girl and go trick-or- treating, he knew that it was not a costume to me and got angry. "After that I became more careful. I didn't play dolls or dress up. I learned how to play boy games like football and baseball. That kept me out of trouble. "When I was thirteen my dad died, one thing led to another and I tried on some of my mom's dresses. I told myself that it was grief and that I was looking for comfort. By that time I had almost convinced myself that I could live as a normal boy. After that I have dressed in private many times and even collected a small wardrobe. I finished high school early and got a job as a web designer and my own apartment. Now I am living life on my own. I'm trying to work up enough money to start seeing a shrink and so that I can transition. I need a couple of doctors' approval before I can start hormones." "I see," the doctor wrote a couple of quick notes. "So you haven't been taking hormones?" "No." Will answered truthfully. "So how do you explain," she waved her pen at his chest and hips. "Oh," Will grinned, she had noticed and assumed that he was already on medication. "These are falsies and I am wearing a padded girdle." "Well it's very realistic." She wrote a couple more notes, "Where do you get things like that?" "You can get anything you want on the internet." Will had a flash of memory, "The girdle is custom made based on my measurements with those of a natural woman superimposed on a computer model." He was glad that he had done his homework! "Well, it looks nice. Have you told your family?" No notes were taken this time. "No I haven't. I haven't seen or spoken with anyone in my family for several years. And my mom is so paranoid that she told me if I ever 'went gay' she would come out here and kill me herself." That last bit surprised Will, the words wrung true in his mind but he couldn't remember a situation where his mother would have said such a thing. "I see, I don't think I could blame you for cutting off contact. Do you intend to ever tell them?" This time the doctor did write something. "Well, yes I suppose, after I have transitioned and got the surgery." Will thought for a moment. "You know what they say, it's easier to ask forgiveness than ask permission." The doctor nodded in agreement. "Have you seen any other counselors or therapists?" "No," Will could swear that he had said he was working toward that goal. Was she trying to trip him up? "Why not? Isn't this tough to go through on your own?" "Yes it is. I have been planning on seeing a therapist but haven't had the money. I don't get insurance through my agency." "Oh, that would make it tough. Have you thought what you would want to do if the military accepted you?" That question had not occurred to Will. It was like asking a kid what he wants to be when he grows up. "I suppose I would want to learn more programming. I mean, I do web stuff now and that just gives me a taste of what can be done." "Ok. I think that will be all for now." The doctor pulled a loose sheet of paper over her notes and stood up. "One last question though, what do you want to be called?" Another question that Will had not anticipated. The Bradey Bunch popped into his mind. There was Jan, Marsha and Cindy. 'Cindy Janice Marshal'. Now the doctor extended her hand, Will was careful to hold his hand palm down like he had been coached until he shook hers lightly. "Thank you Miss Marshal. I'm going to recommend that you be denied military service because of your condition." Will was grinning widely when he stepped back into the captain's office. Garry stood up and raised his eyebrow quizzically. "Is there anything else Captain?" Gary asked. "No, you can go now. We'll inform you of our decision within a week." The captain stood and ushered them to the door. "I want to wish you both luck." Will thanked the captain as Garry opened the exit door. After they were outside and the door had shut behind them Garry looked at Will and stage whispered, "It worked. She said she wasn't going to recommend me for service!" Will congratulated him and admitted that she was doing the same for him. Inwardly though he was confused. The answers he gave in the interview were too easy and he was feeling that he believed most of them himself. And that was more disturbing than trying to defraud the United States Government. Capt. DuPries listened to the sergeant report what the doctor had said before she saw Will or Garry. Only after he had heard Garry's car start and saw it drive away through his window did he use the intercom to call the doctor over. "So, what do you think now?" he asked as she stepped into the office and opened her notebook. "I believe them. Of course, I couldn't really get to know them like I would a regular client, but they both seem to be fairly well adjusted, thoughtful and seem to be aware of their circumstances. They both recounted times when their feelings have caused them hardship. Both their stories flow on lines that are fairly consistent with the transsexual phenomena," she paused to catch her breath. "Excluding further examination and interviews I have to recommend that neither of them be allowed into military service. Their lifestyle would cause distraction and may possibly cause greater psychological trauma." "That takes care of that", the sergeant said. "When will you be able to give us written reports?" "I'll type them up and fax copies for you tomorrow. I have to keep the originals." "That's understandable. Thank you for your help." The sergeant held the door for the doctor as she left. "Well that's that," the captain said with relief as he made notes in Will and Garry's files and slid them into the filing cabinet behind him. Will and Garry drove back to Garry's apartment and changed. Will was extra careful to wash all the makeup off his face. They made it into work just in time for lunch. While Garry described his meeting with the doctor to a rapt audience, Will mulled over the events of the morning. Deciding that he was a man, and needing to prove to himself that he was, he excused himself and made arrangements to meet Mandy after work. End of Chapter One