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SECRET SOLDIER By Celeste Ann Taylor PROLOGUE The army was not the adventure I'd been led to expect. 3 months of basic training to dehumanise me and turn me into a programmed killer, then 6 months in some backwater war zone as cannon fodder to ?build character' and when I survived that they gave me a real mission, shooting civilians for fun. However after a couple of years of this I was wounded when one of the civilians turned out to be armed and I took a bullet in the leg. It hit an artery and I lost a whole lot of blood. They patched me up though and refused to release me early. Instead they gave me a promotion to corporal and put me forward for a new top secret program to infiltrate the enemy. THE WELCOME Because I was part Philippino on my grandmother's side I was assigned to operations division in that theatre. I had to report to the base there and I was surprised to discover that it was not so much an army barracks as a small city, complete with whore house. My new CO, Colonel Taylor was a no-nonsense woman. She was curt and clipped. She was as stern as a box girder with a D cup. "Welcome Corporal Dalton. It's good that we finally got a new volunteer for our programme. Sadly not too many men are eager to volunteer for this kind of work." I hadn't volunteered of course, but I didn't want to correct her. "Thank you, ma'am." "Sergeant Munro will show you to your new barracks. Dismissed." I saluted and left the office to be greeted by my new CO, she was six three with an even bigger rack than the CO! "Erm, hi, sarge." "I suppose you'll do. You don't have much about you, some potential maybe. I run a tight squad, corporal. Once you're settled in you'll be my right hand. You'll give my troops the benefit of your experience. First though we've got to get you to the camp doctor for a medical and then stores to get you issued with a new uniform. THE MEDICAL The small medical centre was little more than a couple of khaki tents. I was given pills and shots. They said there were some new bugs going about and it was regulations to inoculate all new arrivals. Something must have disagreed with me however as I soon passed out before the physical examination. "She's coming around." I opened my eyes to see a smiling nurse standing over me. "What happened?" My voice was a little high and I coughed to try and clear my throat. "Welcome back. You were drugged, that was six months ago. We've performed a few basic procedures on you while you were out of it." "What did you do to me?" "Nothing much, basic sex reassignment surgery. You did request it after all, otherwise why would you volunteer for this mission?" "What are you talking about? I didn't volunteer, I was ordered to come here." "Oh, well it's too late now. Your male sex organs are long gone, so you may as well get used to the fact that you're a woman now." "What are you talking about?" I threw the sheets back in a pathetic manner; I had no physical strength. I was dressed in a pink medical gown and for some reason I couldn't see my feet. My brain kicked into gear and I realised that something on my chest was blacking my view, and my back was suddenly pulling at me as if there was a great weight on my chest. Two and two danced together and did a tango in my mind to become four. "You gave me tits?" "Standard D cup issue, ma'am." I felt down to my crotch and there it wasn't. My manhood was gone, totally gone, as in nothing there, except, two folds of skin. "You turned me into a chick!" "There's nothing wrong with being a woman, I've been one my whole life and I like it." "Bu- but I was happy being a man." "Well now you can be happy being a woman. I mean why else would you have come here? Didn't you read the orders before you signed them?" I hadn't. Damn, some one in the army had screwed me over. Now they could screw me, literally. I'd been turned into a chick, with huge fucking tits for fuck's sake. "Turn me back, right now." "Sorry, all scrap material was incinerated six months ago. If it helps you look just like a natural born woman, you should act like you're one of us too. They offer classes in femininity you know. I teach a class in basic feminine hygiene on Tuesday nights, I think you should drop by. It'll teach you everything you need to know about looking after your new vagina. Have you thought about a name, seeing as you're a woman; we can hardly call you by a man's name, can we?" "My name is Michael." "Way too manly, someone as feminine as you should be called Michelle. I can update your records now if you like." "Whatever." I sighed and wished I could drop dead right now. "Ah, Corporal. Glad to see you're back with us. How's the new body?" Before I could speak the nurse took the Sarge aside and had a quiet word with her. Then the Sarge returned. "Bit of a snafu indeed. Well it's done now so you might as well make the best of it. Why don't you I arrange for a few sessions with the base shrink? Dr. Yang is very good; she'll help you come to terms with your new gender roles ASAP. Right now though we need to get you fitted with a new uniform, can't have you walking around in that pink dress all the time, can we?" I shook my head and wanted to die as I was handed a pink sweat shirt and jog pants. "What, now?" "Get dressed corporal, be thankful we set these aside for you and I don't make you march over there in your new birthday suit!" THE NEW UNIFORM The quartermaster store was run by a couple of NCO's. The sergeant was 40-something. She had the look of a combat veteran about here, which was strange because women weren't normally allowed on the front line, except when the front line came to them. Us, I guess now, seeing as they'd frigging turned me into one of them. The corporal looked like the sort of librarian who hid behind the books when someone walked into the library. "This is Corporal Dalton. She needs measuring for a new uniform." "If you'll come into the back and take your clothes off." The young corporal picked up a cloth tape measure and escorted me into the back. "Is this really necessary?" "Oh yes. I'm Jane, I'm so happy that you're looking so much prettier now. You were so ugly before and horrible, but now you're beautiful and sexy. Let me help you get undressed." I wasn't going to resist a woman ripping my clothes off, was I? I felt shocked however when my body began to react like a woman's though. My nipples got hard, painfully hard and I felt warmth down in my groin. "You're so sexy, you have wonderful tits. I love a woman with big tits." She began to kiss them and suck on my nipples, what could I do? She began to rub my thighs and butt and I responded in kind. I was naked now and she had her hand right on my tiny clitoris and it felt good. "We don't have time for this now. Meet me tonight?" "Sure, I guess." She quickly began to measure me, outside leg, inside leg, arms, hips, waist, under bust, bust, over bust, forehead and neck to ass cheeks. Then she patted me on the butt and told me I was done. "You can get dressed now; I'm in C block, room 12. I'll tell my roomie to clear out tonight." My mind was in a whirl of confusion and sexual urges as my lover? Left and took the sweat shirt and pants with her. I was planning a rendezvous with a woman who thought of me as a woman. Was I a straight man or a lesbian? I loved it when she was sucking on my tits, it felt really good. I loved it, maybe something were alright as a woman? I'd have to get changed back when I left the army though. Wasn't there a way to turn a woman into a man? "Come on out corporal, don't be shy." "I'm naked," I replied. "It's nothing we don't have too, we're all the same, we're all women." Reluctantly I emerged. "twenty pairs of panties - 10 white and 10 crotch-less black, seven bras - size 38D, two garter belts, two pairs of stockings - regular and fishnet, two pairs of sexy heels, four mini skirts, four blouses, five dresses - size 6 in assorted fabrics, cuts and colours, one make up kit. Five uniform blouses, five uniform skirts, five pairs of pantyhose, one pair of uniform trousers - female, one dress uniform - female, one pair combat boots size five, one training collar - with leash." "Put the collar on now. That's an order." I put the collar on and the sarge took a hold of the leash. "Come with me, missy, you're going for your first lecture." I was led across the camp by the leash on my collar into a prefab building. It was dark inside and I was made to sit down in what looked like something you'd find in a maternity ward. My legs were trussed up into the stirrups, exposing my new womanhood for the world. "Wait here." I waited for ten minutes before I heard mumbled voices. A rubber gag was pushed into my mouth, so I couldn't speak. "Behold, ladies, our latest recruit. Corporal Michelle Dalton. Michelle was tricked into coming here and didn't know about our operation until a few minutes ago. She had no idea that we could transform her into a beautiful woman to not only serve the army but also become a whore. You see it's my belief that a true female psyche can only be created in these women through intimate physical contact with men, real men. She will come to realise that she has strength and power as a woman, she will learn to be playful and seductive and then she can take her place in our secret echelon. We women will become the true rulers of the world, Michelle here is proof that we don't need men any more and that they will all be much better off as women anyway. They'll live longer, be prettier, be able to love and be loved and the army will not be about murdering the enemies of the state but defending the femininity of the state." Applause filled the room and one by one I was gang-raped by women wearing strap-on dildos. THE THERAPIST I was untied finally; my pussy ached with the pains of so many people having me. I don't know what was worse, the sensation of being penetrated by the pseudo-penises or the joy I felt at having my first orgasm. Apparently they'd been filling it regularly while I was unconscious, to make it able to accept a phallus so easily. I felt a mixture of pain and pleasure; I was uncertain how I really felt, violated and horny for more I guess. The therapist, Rachel, dressed me in black rubber and tied me up so I couldn't move. Then she gagged me and stuck headphones in my ears. She put pornographic images on the wall and left me alone for six hours. There was a strange buzzing noise from the headphones and I felt myself being made to look at the images and be turned on by the sight of naked me. I found myself imagining myself in the place of the women in the photographs. I imagined a hunky man was making love to me in all sorts of positions, being held in his strong arms as he made love to me. I found myself beginning to salivate when I looked at the penises and imagined myself with one in my mouth. It would feel good, wonderful. I wanted to give a guy oral sex while another one fucked me. Finally the buzzing stopped and the therapist returned. She made me tell her my life story as if I had been born a girl. "My name is Michelle; I am the daughter of Mary and Peter Dalton. I was a happy schoolgirl; I played netball and hockey and won some trophies. I went to university before joining the army. My first boyfriend was called Bob; I lost my virginity to him when I was seventeen. I joined the army because I wanted to serve my country and help keep it safe." "Very good Michelle. Now I understand you have a date with Jane from supplies? How do you feel about other women? Are you a lesbian?" "I thought I was, but I guess I prefer guys more. I think I might be bi though." "Good, there's nothing wrong with being bisexual. Most of the women on the base are bi. I myself am bi. I want you to eat my pussy now, practice on me so that you don't disappoint Jane. I will eat your pussy too, so you don't feel left out." I'd watched porn movies with chicks 69ing, now I was a chick 69ing with another chick. Rachel was delicious, I was quite poor at first, but I learned to slow down and take my time. I learned what excited her and what didn't work so much. I played with all of her sensitive areas until she was moaning with pleasure. It felt weirdly nice to be so secure with my sexuality, I was a bisexual woman and proud to be so open and honest about it, even more so when Rachel expertly licked my clit and made me scream out a sudden orgasm. GETTING DRESSED I was escorted (naked again) to my barracks. I was assigned to share with Corporal Barbara Schwartz. She was pretty nice and she helped me get all my gear stashed away, before teaching me everything I needed to know about make up. I was shocked and surprised how much sexier and beautiful I looked with some simple make up techniques. Then I told her about my big date tonight. She was thrilled for me that I'd already met someone. She was dating a lieutenant in admin herself. She helped me with everything. From taking a shower and shaving my armpits and legs (they had a slight stubble) to using scented soaps and shampoo, to drying and fixing my hair, then she taught me a few killer make up techniques guaranteed to make my date wet her panties with sexual overload. "You need nails!" "What do you mean?" "They're very short, ok for combat. Here, you've got falsies in your kit. Here's how you put them on." I had to admit they did look damn sexy. "Wow, they look amazing. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a smoking hot chick looking back at me and I smiled. I was more than making the best of a bad situation. "I look so incredible." "You are incredible. If I didn't know you were born male I'd never believe it." "Thanks, but I'm only beautiful because of all your help." "Tell me how the date went; I can't wait to hear all the juicy gossip." THE DATE I didn't want to seem too eager, so I arrived five minutes late. Weren't we supposed to take our time getting ready anyway? "What took you so long? I've been dying in here." I was dragged inside the room by my wrist. "It's hard to walk fast in these heels. I've never worn them before." "Never mind that now, wow you look amazing!" She was wearing her dress uniform and there was no doubt who was the dominant one tonight. "I love a woman in uniform." I added a giggle and it seemed right. "Let me get you a glass of wine. Is white ok?" "Yes." I was used to beer, but this wine was quite nice. "How long have you been in the army?" "Two years. I made corporal last year. Can't have a private in supplies you see, you need one level of rank to stop them thinking they can take advantage." "Do you like to take advantage?" "I like to share, openly and honestly. I don't want to share you with anyone though; I want you all to myself." She pulled my chair out for me and pushed it in again as I sat down. "You've really made an effort." "You deserve the best. I could tell at a glance that you'd appreciate something classy. I took the liberty of ordering for you. I took a peek at your file, so I could avoid anything you were allergic to." "You had a good peak at my whole profile earlier." "I liked what I saw too, you're the most beautiful woman on the base. I don't care that you started out male, you're every inch a woman where it counts." "You certainly know how to flatter a girl." "It's a cross between panic and desperation. I've never been good at chatting women up, not since I came out I mean. It was ok realising I was gay, but a domme. That took more getting used to. When I was young and dating guys, because you're supposed to when you're young, I just let them do all the in charge bits, but I resented it. I wanted to be the one to do it. Me, a shy dyke from Detroit. However I'm learning to take charge more, be in control and make decisions." "You're doing great. I like someone taking the lead; it makes me feel more reassured, more confident when following your lead, and a little turned on too. I want a woman to take charge in bed, show me what to do, so that I can please her. They did something to me, made me bisexual I think. They want me to be a whore during the day, but I think that in my private life I want to be with a woman, a strong woman who can take charge and tell me what to do." All this was true too, I realised that this was what I wanted. I wanted her to be my girlfriend, my lover, the boss of me in bed and out of it too. I wanted her to take charge of everything and I was happy to be the dutiful woman who supported her. She could make a sergeant way better than me; I was such a soft touch now. I did what anyone told me to do, I wanted her to have me, make me hers. THE SEX The meal had been little more than the prelude. We'd sated our hunger for food but built up our appetites for sex. I was still sore, down there, but my mind was throwing me at her like she was the last hope for world peace. It was my duty to have her make love to me. I removed my dress as slowly yet fast as I could, making sure to emphasise my breasts as much as possible. I kept my underwear on while she removed her dress jacket and skirt. She was wearing plain and functional undies, not a match to my soft and silky (and somewhat frilly) one. I'd put the crotch-less panties on, so all I had to do was stand with my thighs apart for her to get a good look at my pussy. "I want you Jane, please, make love to me." "I intend to, my little fuck bunny, I'm going to make you mine. Others might fuck your brains out, but only I get to make love to you. On your back, missy. I'm driving now." I lay back on the bed and she pushed my knees far apart. She slowly worked her way up the insides of my thighs, kissing them as she went. It felt great and then she was there, looking at my exposed womanhood. "You have a great pussy; it looks just like the real thing and I've seen a couple before this close up. Don't worry, they were high school flings. You're my first since joining up; I've been saving myself up for the right chick." "I want to see yours too, I bet it's beautiful." I meant it too, I was so turned on, I was way hornier than I'd ever been before in my whole life. I felt like a complete slut, this was totally different though, I wanted closeness, I wanted intimacy and I wanted to spend my time making love with my woman. "Treat me gently." "Of course, you must have been sore after your gangbang. It's cruel making newly created woman experience so much sex all in one go, but it's necessary to create your female personas. You're so soft, mmmm; you have the perfect little clit. I love your clit. You should get your labia pierced. It hurts a lot but it looks great. I got mine done and I love looking at it in a mirror, then again, I love looking at my pussy, yours though I could look at all the time and never be bored." Damn, she managed to say all the right things to me. Was she some sort of lesbian dating genius? She slid her panties off and I saw her piercing, it looked sexy. I wanted two, one for each labia. "I can put property of Jane on a tag, so that they know I belong to you." "I don't think your clients will agree. Then again, some men like a woman who swings both ways. Promise me you'll never give up your lust for pussy." She slid herself down on me, pushing her beautiful groin into my face. "I'll never tire of this view either." I ate her out and it was the best hour of my life. THE FIRST DAY Jane and I awoke at the sound of reveille. I rushed back to my own black to get a shower and get changed into my regular uniform. I told Barbara everything while we showered and she was thrilled at Jane and I were a hot item. "I'm not quite sure what they expect me to do though." "I'll tell you everything over breakfast." We got dried super-fast and didn't have time to put on more than a little concealer. Breakfast was not usually a time in which the women of the base (and I had yet to see a single man) made much of an effort. I put on a little foundation while we waited in the queue, just enough to make me feel normal. Breakfast was a dieter's nightmare, but I found some wholemeal toast and a little cereal to fill me up and keep my figure in check. "You'll be a whore. You'll sleep with six men every day. Three in the afternoon and three in the evening. All new recruits are assigned to the whore house, just make the best of it and think of Jane if you get depressed. You've already had your shots against every kind of STD, including HIV, we discovered the cure years ago, but it's highly restricted to those women who are part of the project, so basically the men don't need to wear a condom. You look like a local too, so you'll be popular with some of the more traditional locals. You will get the occasional woman too, maybe one a week. She'll be a local operative; she'll tell you any Intel she's discovered as you make love. Don't worry; the rooms are all bugged so you don't have to remember anything." "Daddy would flip if he knew his macho son was now a simpering prostitute." "Mine too; well I won't be much longer. This is my last week. That's why you were assigned to me, so I can teach you a few pointers. Like how to blow a guy, how to really deep throat, how to go on top and a few other kinky positions they don't have in the karma sutra. That's required reading by the way; you'll be expected to demonstrate the positions in class on weekends. Don't worry, it's just a bunch of us girls messing about with strap-on's. It's great fun really." THE WHORE HOUSE I arrived wearing the slutty fishnets, the black leather mini and a white blouse that was unbuttoned enough to showcase my tits perfectly. I wore the correct bangles and earrings too and couple of rings on my fingers too. I looked no different to the other whores, except maybe I was more nervous, they were seasoned pros and I was the new girl and didn't know what to expect. The brothel madam was Captain Jankowski, Mistress Emma to us whores while we were on duty. "You're the new girl, Corporal Michelle Dalton. Good to have you with us Corporal." "Glad to be here, ma'am." I wasn't really, but I had to make an effort to look keen. "You're in room 7. Your client list is posted inside; learn their names, if you scream the wrong name then it's the block for a week. You'll be licking boots and begging to be fucked within the day, believe me." The room was nice, kind of womanly with red satin sheets and large fluffy cushions on the bed. There was a one-piece black silk and lace outfit on the bed and a note ordering me to wear it. I stripped naked and stowed my whore's uniform in the bedside dresser. I inserted some lube into my pussy, for when I was being fucked, and then I donned the new outfit and admired myself in the large mirrored ceiling. I lay on the bed and gyrated myself as if I were being fucked. I looked hot, seriously hot. "I hope's got a big cock." I looked at the client list and noted the names and preferred activities of my first client. He was Tang and he liked to do it with women on top. I'd seen plenty of porno's to know what it involved, but it seemed kind of hard work and all on my part. Still, he was the client, he was paying to fuck me however he liked, he was the boss and it was my duty to obey. I waited idly until there was a knock at the door and my first client entered. "Hello, you are new girl? I pay extra for new whore to fuck." "I hope to be worth your money, sir. Please, let me make you comfortable." I got him to sit on the bed and I slowly undressed him, I kissed him on the neck and shoulders. "I love a big, strong man; you're so big and powerful. I bet you're big. You're go gorgeous; I am unworthy of such a man as yourself. I hope you can forgive my unworthy attempts to please you." "You have damn fine American tits. Take off my trousers and let me fuck you." I unzipped his trousers and kept my mouth less than an inch away from his groin at all times. "I was right, you are so big, you're such a big man, the biggest man I've ever seen. It's so big and powerful, it's so strong, I can't wait until you put it inside of me." I had no idea I could be so slutty or seductive, but I enjoyed it, I loved being a little prick tease. I pulled his boxers down and gasped when I saw his cock. "Oh my, I must kiss it. It's so big, I must surrender myself to it's majesty." "You are good value for money." I slowly eased myself on top of him, I squatted over his cock for a few moments, lowering myself towards it, and then I rubbed it against my pussy lips, before guiding it up and into me. I slowly pushed myself down upon his cock, letting it fill me up. He was quite big and did fill me nicely, it felt good to have a real cock inside of me but he was not the woman I loved, he was not Jane. I rose up and down on him, he felt so great inside of me and I knew he felt great being inside of me. "You are great fuck, little flower." "Oh, god, I'm cumming, oh yes, please, oh yes, give it to me, oh yes, Tang, you've got the biggest fucking cock in the universe. Fuck me harder, yes, that's it. Fuck me with you big cock!" I'd intended to fake it if I didn't enjoy it, but it was nice, and my first orgasm with a man was genuine. "Oooooooh, aaaaaah, yeeeeees, oh, mmmmmm, oooooooh yeeeees! Ooooooooh!!!" He came in me a few seconds later, and then he pulled out of me and pushed it in my face." "Clean now, sucky." I took his half-limp dick into my mouth and I slowly licked off all of his cum. It was glorious, delicious, but not quite as nice as Jane's girly juices. That was even better. This was just my job, I was a paid cock sucker in the army, how many people can say that? How many more can say that they're dating a sexy chick that you're madly in love with? THE MEETING Life became a repetitive blur and a whole month went by faster than I hoped. The CO called me into her office for a meeting to go over my performance and evaluate my training. "Well, corporal, how are you settling in?" "Fine, ma'am. I feel just like one of the girls now." "Good, good. You've adapted wonderfully to your situation. I'm told that many men are booking your services in advance, too bad we have to disappoint them?" "Disappoint?" "Yes, well you were only posted to the whore house to gain some valuable bedroom experience as a total slut, we've all done that as part of our basic training but now it's time to move you on to another assignment." "What is it?" "You're a combat specialist, you've seen action in some of the bloodiest theatres of war and come out alive and one leg wound not withstanding, you've acquitted yourself wonderfully. I need you to train the women in some basic and some more advanced self-defence techniques. Oh, something else, a promotion. Congratulations, sergeant." She handed me my extra stripe and we saluted. "Thank you ma'am." THE GYM The gym was pretty much an old hut, it needed major repair. I had a small squad of ten privates and two corporals in my command, which I named Orchid Squad. We set about basically renovating the building from scratch. We stripped the building of everything and it took months but we rebuilt the place with strengthened supports, thicker walls, better changing and showering facilities, and of course a steam room. The gym was kitted out with all the latest equipment, all wonderfully pink and feminine. There was room for aerobics classes, self-defence classes and a specialised training room for the most elite of my classes, which we dubbed the pit. My staff were all fully qualified fitness instructors and they took the majority of the classes, but the pit was my own special domain. Here was the most gruelling physical challenge. It was a no- holds-barred combat arena. Fighting took place naked, save for coloured wrist and ankle bands. It honed the fighters into toughened warriors, oiled and naked they were fearsome and deadly. No one had a perfect win record, not even myself, although I only ever had two losses, both due to fatigue. It was great for building physical strength and endurance, because fights went on as long as they needed to, two evenly matched women could play a fight out for hours, sizing each other up before making a serious move. Often though it was more about developing each others abilities until we were all as good as each other, a loss was not considered a failure, it was a chance to learn and develop, a win just made you over-confident and we all celebrated each others development and stamina more than any victory. Winning was what males wanted, what women wanted was simply to share in each others joys and have a good time chatting about the fights afterwards in the showers. THE PROPOSAL Jane and I had been going steady for six months now. She liked the idea of dating a superior NCO a turn on, she liked to say she was screwing the boss. She was too; she loved using her strap-on on me a lot. I enjoyed it too, I loved being filled and the fact that it was a red-hot sexy woman filling me with a dildo was such a turn on. We attended the fortnightly dances as a couple, she always led and I wouldn't have it any other way. We were having dinner in the sergeant's mess one evening (technically she was my guest but I always felt like I was there at her invitation). We had a wonderful meal, and the dessert was a rich chocolate mousse. "I'd love to take this back to your place and slather it all over your naked body." "I do too, I love you. I really do. Michelle, I know we've been fooling around for these last six months and they were great, but..." Oh god, was she breaking up with me? "...I want to make it a little more permanent, a little more official. We're both army chicks with all that involves but I want us to be closer. I guess what I'm trying to say is..." A ring appeared from her pocket and my heart started to pound big time. "Michelle Dalton, will you marry me?" Wow, the big question, suddenly everyone was looking at me and all I could think of was me in a white dress walking down the aisle. "Yes, I'd love to be your wife." The room burst into applause and a bottle of champagne appeared from nowhere and I had a glass of it put into my hand without even realising it. "I can't believe you went to all this trouble. My head is spinning every which way." I took a large sip of bubbly. "This isn't helping, but it's good." "Finish that one, I'll pour you another." "You don't need to get me tipsy. I'm ready to go with you right now." I was too. All I could think of was out two bodies entwined together in a loving embrace, exchanging passions and lusts and other wonderful things that ended with us screaming each others names in the night. THE INCURSION It started because of silly macho pride. One of the clients thought Private Caitlin Turner wasn't giving him her best and he demanded a refund or a free return visit. Caitlin informed her sergeant that he tried attacking her and threatening her to meet him that night for a freebie. The audio log was checked and Caitlin's story was confirmed. This revelation of the audio tapings caused the dumb men to get angry and try their luck for freebies. They tried to rape the women but they fought back, applying the unarmed combat techniques I taught them to great effect. This made the men resentful and they went and got guns. "Listen up ladies, the locals are getting rowdy. They'll try and capture us and rape us. We cannot allow this. We're US soldiers, trained for combat, as well as other things. We're the future, not them, so let's show them who's the boss." "Yes Ma'am!" Orchid Squad was put under the command of Lt. Sarah York, as part of Betty Company. She was a fair officer and used her sense of humour to command our loyalty. I liked her; I'd seen her around the base a few times with her girlfriend Private Ruth Goldstein. Ruth was not in our company. Betty Company was made up of three squads: Orchid; Bitch and Kitten. Kitten soon changed their name to Hound and likewise I felt it wise to change our name to She-Wolf. We were sent out to one sector of the base to dig a command block and operate patrols out of it. We then built a fall-back position that was easily defendable but much harder to attack. Basically with was somewhere to wait out a siege within. My squad was put on the first patrol duty. "I don't want any heroines, no noble sacrifices, the idea is not to die for our country, it's to make them die for theirs. We're highly trained warrior women, we're well-armed and well-equipped and we have guns too. If it comes down to it we charge naked at them, have sex with them and break their necks while they're shooting their loads inside of us. I hope it doesn't come to that, but if it does then the last one to orgasm buys the beers afterwards." "I ain't doing no corpse, sarge." "Then do yourself, Baines, it's not like we don't get enough practice around here or haven't you attended self masturbation 101 yet?" "Yes sarge, sorry sarge." "It's ok Baines, just chill. Fear is only powerful if you let it take power and the only one who has any power over me is the woman I intend to marry when all this is over." "I'm sure she'll be fine, sarge." "Let's move out, ladies." We advanced slowly, we sported basic combat fatigues, but we all had out finest and sexiest lingerie on underneath, just in case. Jones took one in the right tit before we even heard the sound and she was head before she hit the ground. "Fuck me! Medic!" "She's dead, sarge." Corporal Evans was our squad medic and she knew her way around the female body even better than the most enthusiastic dyke. "Damn." "It was quick, sarge, tore the aorta, she was dead real quick. Second one splashed into her brain pan at terminal velocity, she never felt a thing." One woman down already and none of us had fired a shot. "We're going to have to leave her here. We'll come back for her once we take those crud suckers out. For Jones!" I opened fire and took three men out with one volley. The rest of the squad took the rabble out with sharp rapidity. Only one was left alive, one prisoner to interrogate. "Do you feel that pain? You have four bullets in you. Tell me how many of you are or there will be five, then six, then seven. I'm a good shot and we have an even better medic. She can keep you alive and in pain as long as I want. Answer me!" "Fifty." That many? Damn. This was a fucking invasion; it was going to end badly for a lot of us. We had the numbers and the terrain, but this was their home and they thought they were in the right. Damn, fucking, damn. "Take him back to the brig, Evans keep him alive." "Yes, sarge." "The rest of us have to make this section clear, complete our patrol and then take Jones' body back. This is not a good day, not a good day at all. Turn that anger outwards men, let go of it. We're better than them, we're not petty, we're not men. We can rise above their low standards. We do this for the good of the squad, the company, the base, our gender. The female drive to protect our nest is what defines us; we fight to protect not to gain power for breeding rights. We're all prime examples of womanhood; we're superior to them in mind, body and spirit." "I'd rather have sex with a woman." I laughed at Private Briggs' remark. "Me too, but for now we need to capture as many of them as we can, alive. We've taken blood for blood, now we take prisoners for information and maybe a little surgery. Let them know what it's like to be in our bras and panties, maybe they'll find the best of themselves that way?" THE NEW RECRUITS The battle lasted only a day, three of us died in total. I held my girlfriend's hand tightly as we attended the funerals. I said a few words about Evans, told them all about the kind and happy young woman she was and the loss to the army and the world her death had caused. Then I had to attend to rebuilding Orchid squad. I decided that we really needed to go back to our old name, it suited us far more, it was soft and delicate and yet strong and sensual. It was the best of us. I renamed the pit as the Johanna Evans Memorial Dojo, it seemed appropriate. Then life moved on. The new recruits were all still under their anaesthetic. They had all undergone full SRS and they were all now physically female. This was what I must have endured what felt like an eternity ago. They were played subliminal induction tapes to programme them to accept their new womanhood, to accept their new nationality as American women, to join the cause of womanhood in the common cause of the eventual control of the world and a radical repopulation of the entire male species as women. We only needed their seed, not their weird biological drives that tainted society. Once the entire population was female then we could run things properly and for the benefit of society. THE WEDDING I was as nervous as anything. My family had been flown in especially to give me away. They'd been given a simple conditioning programme to help him accept that I was a woman. Mom didn't even need that, as I had 4 brothers she was glad to have a daughter at last. Daddy helped keep his ?little princess' calm and I was glad he was there to listen to me inane babbles. "It's ok, princess. It's your big day. It's ok to be nervous. When you start walking down the aisle you'll realise how happy you are, how special this day is. I've met Jane, she's a wonderful woman. I'm so glad you two are getting married and I insist you stay with us next time you visit home. It'll be great to have you and her at home, a proper family. You know I almost envy you, princess. A great career and a great wife too. I'm so proud of you sweetie, you're so strong and I'm just proud that you've found who you really are at last. I couldn't be more proud of my beautiful little princess." "Thank you, Daddy. I'm just so nervous." "No time now, they're playing your tune. Just take my arm and I'll guide you down there. Jane's waiting for you already; she looks pretty in her dress uniform. I can certainly see why you wanted to marry such a firm and capable woman. As daughters-in-law go I think she'll be my favourite." I took daddy's arm and he walked me down the aisle. I was terrified and yet delighted. I wanted to throw up and burst out laughing at the same time. I managed to remain dignified and graceful though and I made it down the aisle without fainting or tripping over my veil. My niece Vicki had long since fallen asleep in my older brother's arms. It was all a blur really; I just repeated what the padre told me and then that was it, we were married, woman and wife. THE FUTURE The adventure wasn't over, as we had the rest of our lives to look forward to and a new phase of my life, as a married woman was about to begin. I couldn't have children, Jane didn't want to give birth and so that left adoption. Maybe we could raise a daughter between us? There were a few army brats about the base, all wore pretty pink and white dresses, even if they were born male. I wanted to be a mom myself one day, sooner than later. Right now though there was a party to look forward to and then my wedding night. I planned to melt my wife's eyes with the scrummy, sexy, lingerie I'd bought just for the occasion and I hoped that she'd rip it off me as we made wild, passionate love together all night long. It was exactly one year to the day since my awakening as a woman and I could no longer imagine myself as ever wanting to be male again, no way, not this chick.