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Subject: TG: Your Slip is Showing, Soldier
Date: 7 Aug 1996 21:27:34 GMT
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TG, cd, feminization (chem), mf, ff, mm, partly blackmail	§§§§§§§§
I didn't write this. I found this on a BBS.

ARMY1.TXT
                    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.


ARMY2.TXT
                    Your Slip is Showing, Soldier

                              Chapter 2

                      By:  Victoria Elaine Riley


      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 you all out
front in formation at exactly 7:00 AM.  Lights out in one hour.  Good
night Ladies".  Oh, I was tired, too tired to even think. I picked up
my overnight bag and shuffled off to the latrine to wash my face and
brush my teeth.  I almost screamed as I went in, the other girls were
milling around, in varying stages of undress, acting like I didn't
even exist.  Some wore bra and panty sets, some wore nightgowns, some
had on just panties.  What a dream come true!  Except that I was too
tired to care.  I did my business and shuffled back out to climb in
bed.  Someone had brought clean sheets in and made my bed.  I looked
around, but everyone must have been in the latrine.  I gratefully
pulled back the covers, and noticed Melissa's yellow baby dolls.  Too
tired to think, I took my clothes off and pulled her nightie on.
Then climbed into bed.  It was great - a two inch mattress on a lousy
metal cot - it felt fantastic to be quiet and still.  As I turned on
my side, the nightie brushed my nipples and I gasped out loud.  Debra
was coming back to her bed and heard me.  She sat next to me on the
bed and asked what was wrong.  I told her my nipples were sore for
some reason, and just having the material from the nightie brush
against them caused some discomfort.  She suggested I keep my bra on,
that way, no material would be moving against my extremely sensitive
nipples.  Great, I had to wear a bra to bed, well, anything to get
some sleep.  She helped me lift my top, and fastened the bra around
my back.  Then kissed me on the neck, saying "Sleep tight little
girl".  And she was off to her own bed.  I fell asleep immediately.

      6:00 AM is very early.  I felt like I had just crawled into
bed, when the lights were turned on.  Sgt. Wilson was walking by each
bunk, banging the metal cots with violent swats of a night stick.
At some of the bunks, she pulled the covers off the sleeping bodies,
I was included in that group.  "Out of bed" Sgt. Wilson yelled, "Time
to get your pansy ass in the shower.  Hey, cute nighty for a guy to
be wearing.  Did you bring that from home?"  I just stumbled out
without paying her any attention, letting her continue her tirade
through the barracks.  I looked over at Melissa, and was greeted by
the dangling feet of my bunkmate, Candy. "Come on" she said, "we have
to hurry if we are going to get three of us ready."   We each grabbed
a towel from our lockers, took off our night gowns, wrapped our
towels around us at chest level, and grabbing our toiletry kit, went
to the latrine.  I was astonished at the amount of naked flesh for
viewing.  I'm afraid I stood there with my mouth open for a while,
until Melissa pinched my ass taking my mind off what my eyes were
seeing.  No one was in the shower, so I quietly slipped off my towel
and began to languish in the warm spray.  Melissa and Candy stood
outside warning everyone I was there, so I had no company.  I came
out just as they were going in.  Melissa grabbed me and reminded me
to shave my legs and underarms again, she didn't want to be doing
push ups all day because I forgot to shave.  Mumbling all the way, I
stood out of the direct spray and shaved as close as possible.  After
rinsing off, I pulled my towel around my small breasts and went out
to the sink to brush my teeth.  Candy and Melissa followed, standing
at a sink on each side of me.  Candy applied some eye shadow to her
lids, and passed it over to me.  I just looked at.  "Get with it",
Candy said "You have to learn how to do your own make up now.  We
won't have enough time to do it for you every day.  Watch close, I'll
show you now, then you can practice later."  Candy stood in front of
me, so I could see in the mirror what she was doing and liberally
applied mascara, eyeshadow, some light powder, and pink lipstick to
my face.  Some of the other girls walked in and made nasty faces at
me, some pursed their lips and made little kissing sounds, but, most
of them just ignored me.  They seemed to realize that I didn't
volunteer to be in this situation.

	Back out to the barracks we went to get dressed.  I opened my
locker, and found that someone had removed my male clothes and
substituted a white pair of girls pants and a white blouse.  I went
into a rage.  "I can't wear these things, who took my clothes."
Candy told me to relax, she took my things and sent them to be
cleaned, and since she had to make sure I was maintaining my feminine
appearance, she thought I should wear these things.  Melissa said
"Vicky, the more you look like a woman, the less people will make fun
of you, besides, I like you to look pretty for me, and so does Candy.
Now quit stalling and get dressed.  We only have 15 minutes before
roll call."  Sullenly, I agreed and began to get dressed.  I had to
wear the red silk panties again, but Candy gave me a clean red bra to
match.  She helped me put on knee hi stockings, then pull on the
white pants.  As she zipped the pants at the side, I slipped into my
own penny loafers.  Melissa helped me into the blouse after she
finished with her own clothes, then sat me down to do something with
my hair.  When she was done, she told me to just walk around until
Candy and her finished getting ready.  Where could I go?  I went to
the latrine to check how I looked and almost died.  I rushed back to
Candy and Melissa, "Girls," I pleaded, "I can't go out like this,
everyone can see my bra and panties, can't I please trade with one of
you.  Please?!  Candy, trade underwear with me, come on, no one can
see through what you have on."  "Oh, all right you big sissy," said
Candy "We are all girls, it really wouldn't matter, but lets hurry
and trade.  I don't want you crying and ruining your make up."
Hurriedly I took off my clothes, giving the red underwear to Candy.
She changed and handed me the white lace bra and panty set she had
worn.  I quickly dressed again and sat to relax on the bed.  At 6:58,
a whistle blew and we flew out to formation.

      Sgt. Rogers was waiting for us.  Like a vulture on a branch.
She knew some of us wouldn't make it, and she wanted to be the one to
weed them out.  As I got into line, I could see a grin form on Sgt.
Rogers lips.  Oh, how I was dreading the day already.  Sgt. Wilson
came out of the barracks and called us all to attention.  We stood
there through roll call, and some minor announcements.  Starting with
the front line of recruits, Sgt. Rogers began her inspection.
Remembering yesterdays terror and how I trembled with fear, I was
sure that there were 23 girls out there with milk shakes in their
bras.  I know my nipples were tingling.  Oh, God, here she comes, I'm
next.  Stepping in front of me, Sgt. Rogers began her tirade.  "Good
Morning Mr. Sissy.  Glad to see you still with us, and I just love
the way you are dressed.  Come on out front and show everyone how
nice you look."  I was made to stand in front of the formation, and
make a couple of graceful circles, supposedly showing off my outfit.
The Sergeant was starting again.  "Notice ladies" she said, "that he
is in full uniform, wearing a lacy little bra as we can all see.  And
either he is very happy to see us, or he is very cold, notice the
size of his nipples!"  What else could she do to embarrass me.  "Back
in line Mr. Sissy, we've seen enough for now.  Do a little curtesy
for the ladies and get out."  I did my little curtesy, and rushed
back to formation.  Whew, that's over, and it wasn't half as bad as
last night.  Maybe I should try to look and act feminine so she won't
have a reason to pick on me.  She seemed to really enjoy my
embarrassment last night, today by allowing her to have her way, I
seemed to have made a small victory.   The rest of the company got
their share of abuse.  Candy and Melissa were made squad leaders
because of "their demonstrated qualities to get people to follow
instructions."  I knew that was aimed at me, but, figured the girls
deserved it anyway and congratulated them heartily.   It was about
7:30 by the time the little chewing out was complete.  This was to
become a daily routine for us.  Next on the schedule was aerobics.
We did jumping jacks, squat thrusts, running in place, and push ups
as a warm up for the days events.

      By 8:00 we were at the mess hall for breakfast.  Again I was
flanked by Candy and Melissa, they made sure I got just enough to
survive till lunch.  We sat at a table with the girls we met at the
testing center, Cindy and Janine.  They seemed excited as they waved
us to their table.  After introducing Candy to everyone, I learned
the reason.  Cindy spoke first.  "Vicky, some girls are spreading a
rumor that you are really a guy.  Can you imagine that?"  Instantly
Melissa broke in, "Yes, that's true, he is a guy.  But he got
railroaded into this for a little while.  He will probably be out of
here today though."  Cindy and Janine looked heartbroken.  "Oh," said
Janine "That's too bad.  We were hoping we could get to know more
about you if it were true."  "Sorry ladies" I said " I'm not going to
be any ones Barbie Doll much longer.  Hopefully I can give up this
charade today and go join the guys in basic training."  We finished
our breakfast in silence, the girls all giving me quick glances
throughout it all.  Cindy and Janine finished first, and on the way
out, each of them went behind me and gave me a little hug, saying
that they were sorry I couldn't stay with them.  I just shrugged and
said good-bye to them.   We finished eating and cleaned up the table,
taking our trays to the kitchen.  On the way outside, Candy snapped
my bra strap and said "See Vicky, we are all going to miss our
boy-girl friend.  Even girls who have just met you will be sad."
Back to the barracks, and another formation at 8:30.

      Soon we were to be off to the quartermaster for our clothing
and supplies.  I tried to reason with Sgt. Rogers, but she said I
would have to go along with everyone else as long as I was still
assigned to her company.   I asked her if I could talk with the
company commander about it.  She agreed and told everyone else to
take a 15 minute break, she would be back.  I saw Melissa and Candy
watch me leave, they were concerned, not knowing where I was going.
We went straight into the company headquarters.  There was a clerk
sitting outside the commanders office, and he told us to take a seat
for a minute.  He went in to the commanders office, for a minute,
then returned saying "Captain Taylor will see you now".  We went in
to the captains office, stood at attention and saluted her.  She
returned our salute without even looking up.  "What's wrong Sergeant"
she said "I told you to handle any problems yourself.  Can't you make
a damn decision and handle this."  Sgt. Rogers replied "Ma'am, this
soldier wants to be reassigned out of the WAC's.  I have already
started things working through channels, but HE insisted on seeing
you."  Upon hearing the word "HE", Captain Taylor looked up at me.
There was disbelief in her eyes, but she didn't doubt her sergeant.
 She stood and came around her desk.  "What's your name soldier?"
"Riley, Victor E, Ma'am" I replied.  "Are you a man under those
feminine clothes" she asked.  "Yes Ma'am".  "Then how in hell did you
get into my company?"  I stood there, not saying anything.  "Answer
me soldier, how did you get here?"  "Ma'am, there was a mistake at
the induction center, and they marked my records 'female' instead of
male and made a mistake in my name.  You can check my records, I
enlisted as a male, named Victor.  I told the truth."  I couldn't
tell her what had really transpired, I didn't want a dishonorable
discharge for being a homosexual.  "And who" the captain said "is
responsible for your clothing.  I hope you didn't show up at the
induction center wearing that lacy bra at your physical."  "No Ma'am"
I replied, blushing upon realizing my bra was clearly visible to her,
"Sergeant Rogers had some of the girls lend me their clothes so I
wouldn't stand out and disrupt training."   Captain Taylor sat back
down and thought for a moment.  "All right Sergeant, you have started
the necessary procedures to get this male creature out of my Army, is
that correct?"  "Yes Ma'am" replied Sgt. Rogers.   "And you Riley,
you want to get in the Regular Army and serve your country?"  "Yes
Ma'am" I said.   "O.K. then, Sergeant, get this settled,,,, and
Riley, don't make a big deal out of it - seems like a temporary
situation to me.  By the way, that is a very pretty bra you have on.
"Yes it is Ma'am, I really like it."  I said without thinking.  When
I realized what I said, I just looked down at the floor, too
embarrassed to do anything.  Sergeant Rogers winked at the Captain,
and then she dismissed us.  After we both saluted, we turned and
left.  Sergeant Rogers stopped me outside the building and thanked me
for not saying she forced me to wear the girls clothes,  "I won't
forget that, your not such a bad girl for a guy."  I smiled, and she
told me to double time back to the formation.  I thanked her for her
efforts on my behalf in getting reassigned, and ran off as fast as I
could.  Things were looking a little better.

      Shortly after I arrived, we were formed into two lines, and
marched off to the S-4 Supply Center.  I was in Melissa's squad, and
she marched along side of me all the way, asking what had happened.
I told her everything, including that I thought Sgt. Rogers would be
a little nicer to me now.  She smiled and told me to take it easy,
wouldn't be long now.  My emotional roller coaster was riding on a
high point.   S-4 was about a half hour march away, over close to
where the men were taking training.   Marching through their area, we
were the object of many wolf whistles and cat calls.  I felt myself
responding to the positive reinforcement.  I tried to swing my hips a
little wider, making sure to thrust my breasts out are much as
possible.  None of this went unnoticed by Melissa, she called me a
slut, and laughingly threatened to make me wear Candy's red bra and
panty set for our next trip over here.  I didn't care, I was enjoying
myself for the first time since I joined the Army.  Rounding a
corner, we were directly in front of the supply depot.  There was a
line already formed, so we just joined at the back end of it.
Everywhere we went, there was a line.  Hurry up and go someplace,
then wait.  The Army motto.

      Melissa and Candy joined me in line.  I retold my story about
Captain Taylor for Candy's benefit.  The line slowly shuffled
forward.  It was almost 10:00 before we even got in the building.  At
the first station, we were told to take a duffel bag, and a regular
store shopping cart.  We were instructed to push the cart past each
station, getting our gear, then at the very end, everything would be
packed into our duffel bags and carried back to the barracks.  UGH,
sounded like a backbreaking way to end a day.  I took two duffel
bags, just to make life easier.  The three of us chatted away, moving
with the slow line.  We were issued steel helmets, a bayonet, an M-16
rifle, two blank cartridge magazines, ammunition belts, canteens
ponchos and sleeping bags at the first area.  Damn, this was going to
be a job to get back to the barracks.   The next station started the
womens clothing.  I didn't know what size anything I took.  Melissa
and Candy said they would help me as much as possible.  What a mess.
I stood in front of a girl who asked what size bra I wore, I choked
for a minute and replied 36B, which drew some laughs from the girl
behind the counter.  "Honey" she said, "you certainly don't have B
cup titties in that bra you are wearing, how about a 36A?"  "Oh", I
replied, "that's right, I remember now."   I overheard her telling
Candy, who followed me in line "Imagine a girl who doesn't even know
her bra size, she acts like this is her first week wearing a bra."
Candy just laughed.   Melissa asked at the next counter for size six
panties for the three of us, so I didn't appear so dumb.  Moving
through the line, we picked up slips for our dress uniforms, two
summer dress uniforms, two winter dress uniforms, five sets of
fatigues, two fatigue dresses, two pair of boots, and a pair of pumps
with modest 2" heels.  The sizes were guesses on Melissa and Candy's
part, but I was pretty sure they would be right.  Other counters gave
us stockings, socks, winter long underwear, toiletry items, and many
more things.  I couldn't believe that the others would get their
belongings into one duffel bag.  By the time I left, my shopping cart
was absolutely jammed with clothing.   Coming outside, we met with
Sgt. Wilson, we were instructed to park our carts in a row and get
ready for lunch.  Being reminded of food made my stomach growl
embarrassingly loud.  We formed double columns again, and marched off
to the mess hall.  I dreaded marching a half hour each way, but was
hungry enough to do anything.  Well, the march turned out to be only
about 10 minutes, to a mess hall where there were nice clean tables,
regular silverware, and plates instead of metal trays.  Sgt. Wilson
warned us in advance.  " Ladies, this mess hall is for permanently
assigned personnel on this base, they have been kind enough to let us
use it today to save us an hour of marching back and forth.  Lets be
neat and quick, not disturbing anyone.  "O.K., chow down girls!"  We
passed through the line, choosing what we wanted on our plates,
luxuriating on the difference between basic training and normal
living.  There was light at the end of the tunnel, this was no fluke,
they planned our lunch here.  It was good too.  Probably the same
food we ate, just the different atmosphere made it better.  We were
all thrilled.  This was the first human experience we had since
joining the Army.  Before I finished, a messenger came and got me out
early.  I was to report to Sgt. Rogers outside on the double.  I left
my plates for Melissa to take care of and ran outside.  Sgt. Rogers
called me to my waiting shopping cart.  "Vicky" she said, "please
try to forget that incident in the bathroom yesterday.  I'm sorry I
took advantage of you.  And, to make it up to you, I got you a few
little things to make your short stay here more enjoyable.  Just some
nice bra and panty sets, like the one your wearing.  Enjoy them, and
be proud to be such a nice looking girl."  I was speechless - what
could I say.  I wanted to thank her and curse her at the same time.
All I could do was stammer a sheepishly quiet "Thank You", and keep
my eyes on the ground.  Sgt. Rogers then surprised me by hugging me
and giving me a little kiss on the cheek.  I felt so good I began to
cry. Sgt. Rogers said "Because you are such a lovely girl, and I want
to be your friend, you can call me Karen when we are alone.   Please
try to think of me as your mother, sweetie, I really do like you."
With that, she left.   I had a few minutes to be alone, and was just
about to look in the box she had brought, when someone snuck up
behind me and grabbed me around my chest and held my boobs in their
hands.  I gasped, but soon heard the soothing voice of Candy.  "Mmmm,
you have some nice titties there girlie.  When are we going to get
together and ravage each others bodies, cutie?"  "Stop" I cried,
"what if someone sees us.  I don't want them to think we are
lesbians."  "Silly", Candy said, "You can't be a lesbian, your a
boy.  Did you forget that?  I just wanted you to know that Melissa
has some competition for your favors."   More problems.  Just what I
needed.  After talking for a moment, Melissa and some of the other
girls showed up.  We began packing our duffel bags, and getting ready
to march back to the barracks.  About 4:00, Sgt. Wilson showed up to
march us back.  We loaded our duffels on our backs and picked up our
combat gear to begin the long return march.  Some of us were smart
enough to use our newly issued backpacks and wear as much gear as
possible rather than packing it, the others had a much rougher time.
I helped carry some of Tina and Debra's things, and even let another
girl borrow my extra duffel to carry some of her things.  We arrived
back at 5:15, and immediately dumped our loads on the beds and raced
to the mess hall.  Supper could be a leisurely meal if we wanted.  We
had to clear the mess hall by 6:30, serving shut down at 6:00, so
this looked like a good chance to talk with others about what was
going on.  We established our own little group, Melissa, Candy,
Cindy, Janine and I, sitting together and gossiping about camp and
life.  Cindy and Janine seemed always to be interested in how I was
adjusting to being a WAC.  This was going to be one of the better
things about basic training, I could tell.   I was used to girls
pointing at me and whispering to each other, as a matter of fact, I
looked forward to it.  No one could really tell that I wasn't what I
looked like.  A normal female WAC recruit.

      Back in the barracks, Sgt. Wilson showed us the proper way to
fold our clothing and where to put it in our lockers.  She passed out
xerox copies of wall and foot locker layouts that would be allowed.
We checked our rifles in at the barracks armory, making sure to note
the serial number.  We had learned about serial numbers from the trip
down here.  We also checked our bayonets.  Everything was almost
settled at about 7:00 when Sgt. Wilson left us to get our lockers set
up and our clothes put away.  The next day was Friday, and we had a
lot of orientation films and such to see.  We turned on a small
portable boom box that one of the girls brought, and had a "barracks
party".  Everyone helping each other to put their things away, in the
spirit of comradeship.  I felt like one of them by the time lights
out came.  After the lights were turned off, I took my blouse and
pants off to begin getting ready for bed.  I took my things to the
latrine to take my shower and get ready for tomorrow.   A long shower
did the make me feel better, and when I came out after shaving my
body closely again, Melissa was sitting on a sink waiting for me.
She handed me a bra and panties asking me where I got the 3 new sets
in my foot locker.  I told her of my conversation with Sgt. Rogers,
and how she gave them to me.  Melissa laughed and said I had better
watch out for her, she was after my ass.   I moved closer to her,
both of us dressed in our bra and panties, and hugged her close to
me.  We caressed each other and kissed lightly.  I became hard
immediately.  Melissa laughed again, and asked why I was sneaking a
dildo into the womens barracks.  I told her I needed the money and
was selling my services.  She pulled me closer to her, rubbing my
hard dick between her panty clad legs.  Soon she moaned in orgasmic
delight, and I shot a load of cum right through her leg opening.  The
perfect way to end a day.   Tomorrow would be the last day of
informal training and getting acquainted, and next Monday we would
begin Basic Training.  I felt myself wishing that I could complete my
training with these girls, I felt like a member of the company.
Getting used to living with 24 guys would not be as easy.  Putting on
our nightgowns, Melissa and I walked quietly into the barracks.  As
we got to our bunks, we hugged each other again, feeling each others
satin covered breasts rub gently against ourselves.  I wished I
didn't have to wear a bra to protect my nipples, but maybe some day
this awful itch would go away.

      Ah.... the feeling of getting into bed at the end of a long
day.  After a minute, I heard a soft whisper from above my bunk, "I
know what you two did, Na Na, Na Na Na."  Candy could be such a shit
at times.  I fell asleep in minutes.


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                    Your Slip is Showing, Soldier

                              Chapter 3

                      By: Victoria Elaine Riley


      Another day.  Awakened to the sound of Sgt. Wilson's band
playing the musical bunks.  I would never hate an alarm clock again.
Stumbling from bed I slowly opened my eyes and stretched.  I woke
Melissa, and teased Candy a little about being "a bed ridden whore",
earning a hit in the back of the head with her pillow.  I grabbed my
kit and headed off to the latrine before most of the girls got out of
bed.  I washed my face, and begin to apply my own cosmetics.  I
teased my short hair, and tried to comb it into a soft feminine
style.  I wanted to show Melissa that I can do something myself.
Some girls come in to take showers and get ready for the day.  They
seem to have accepted me.  Some playfully call me "Sissy", some still
snap my bra straps (for good luck they say), and I think most of them
enjoy teasing me and causing me to get a hard on.  Shawna, Melissa's
bunk mate, has been really testing me.  She made it a habit to parade
in front of me with nothing covering her boobs.  I have even noticed
her brushing them against my arms as she passed closer then she had
to.  She enjoys seeing my dick stick out of my panties.  I wonder if
I am safe living with some of these women.  I finished my make-up and
went back to get dressed.  I got to my locker just as Melissa and
Candy were going to the latrine, where most of the girls were
already.  I had worked out what was to be my normal schedule to avoid
confrontations in the latrine area.  I stripped out of my nightgown,
bra and panties, and opened my footlocker to find some underwear.  I
decided to wear my issue panties and bra.  I put on knee hi's before
my boots, then my undies, and fatigues.  I was ready to go.  I looked
in the mirror again, checking my make-up, yes, I was ready.  The
girls came out of the bathroom and acted like they had never seen me
before.  I asked what was wrong.  Candy said "Gee Vicky, you look
exactly like a girl."  "I know" I said, "Isn't that the whole idea of
this.  I don't want to stand out as someone who doesn't belong."
Melissa kissed me on the lips and said I looked just darling.  They
hurried and dressed, no one knew the penalty for missing formation,
but no one wanted to be the first to find out what it was either.  By
7:00 we managed to be in formation to answer to roll call.

      Without much fuss, Sgt. Rogers lead us through aerobics, then
to the mess hall.  We sat with our usual friends, and they stared at
me all through breakfast.  I just couldn't take it.  "Cindy and
Janine," I said, "please don't stare at me, I feel like someone from
another planet."  "Sorry" said Janine, "We are just amazed that you
really are a guy.  You are, aren't you?  If not, Cindy and I could
certainly learn to become lesbians if you want us to.  You are very
pretty."  I was at a loss for words, Melissa came to my rescue.  "Yes
he really is a boy, you sit next to him at lunch and reach into his
panties just to make sure.  How does that sound?"  "Great" said both
Janine and Cindy "We can hardly wait."  "Melissa!" I whispered, "You
can't let them do that.  Please tell them they can't do that."  "Oh,
don't worry little girl, I'll make sure they wash their hands first"
said Candy.  Now I had to dread lunch.

      After breakfast, we went back to clean the barracks, and were
in formation at 8:30, ready to start the day.  Sgt. Rogers started on
her morning inspection tour.  She made a few comments, asked me if I
was wear the appropriate underwear for the day, and let us off.  I
thought maybe she was mellowing.  WRONG!  We march off to the camp
auditorium.  We were shown indoctrination films most of the day.  The
first one was on "Unit Preparedness".  Boring stuff on how and why we
had to be ready to support the "men" on the front lines since we
couldn't serve in combat.  We survived that one, then were `treated'
to a welcome orientation speech by our battalion commander.  And
finally we saw a film on prisoners of war.  The last one had us
upset, some of the things that happened during war were not pretty.
We were marched off to the mess hall for lunch.

      Cindy and Janine were anxiously waving for us to join them.
Damn, I had forgotten about them.  I sat down, but Melissa made me
move and sit between Cindy and Janine.  Melissa, Candy and Shawna sat
on the other side of us.  I was very nervous.  Melissa started it,
"O.K. Vicky, unzip your pants".  I did that and tried to concentrate
on my food.  "Go to it girls," said Melissa, "Play find the weenie!"
Even I laughed at that one.   Janine grabbed me first.  "It's real"
she whispered.  "She really is a boy".  Cindy was right behind her
saying, "And does this girl have balls!  You three are so lucky to
have him in your company.  Maybe we should suggest that each company
be issued a "Male Mascot" to make life easier."  I could well imagine
what they would do if they had their own private pet.  Janine
continued "I can't wait to get home and get a dress on my boyfriend,
that shit is going to learn the problems we women have.  Oh my Cindy,
maybe we should stop, she is getting hard.  But, Mmmmm, does it feel
good in my hand."  Melissa said, "Why don't you girls jerk him off,
I'd love to watch the expression on his face.  How about it sweetie,
have you ever been jerked off my two girls in public?"  I couldn't
reply, I pleaded with my eyes, but I was sure no one cared.  The
girls began stroking my cock.  Cindy opened my shirt and caressed my
bra encased boobs.  Oh, how they hurt.  The expressions on my face,
from the excitement of having my cock played with, to the pain of
having my boobs teased, were pleasing to everyone on the other side
of the table.  I was glad I was facing a wall, and no one else could
see what was going on.  My lunch had been forgotten, Janine and Cindy
were acting like they were choosing side for a baseball team, each of
them trying to get the end of the bat in their hand.   I lost track
of whose hand was on top, they were giving me such pleasure.  The
inevitable happened, I exploded in orgasmic delight.  Janine remarked
"The damn thing even works."  I was completely embarrassed.  Cindy
pulled her hand out first.  She had a puddle of cum in her palm.
"Yuckie" she said, "Who owns this stuff?   Here Vicky, some salad
dressing for you.  It has lots of protein I hear."  With that, she
used a spoon to clean her hand off, and dropped the contents on my
salad.  Laughter echoed around the table.  As Janine pulled my
panties back in place and zipped my fly, the rest of the girls tried
to goad me into eating my salad.  "No way" I replied, "Come on Vicky"
said Candy "It will be good for you.  I've heard it makes your boobs
grow".  The girls all laughed again.  Melissa gave me one of her
looks,  "Well Vicky, looks like I've got to use my feminine charms to
get you to eat some lunch, you know I can get you to do anything."
"Please Melissa, don't make me do this" I begged.  "Vicky, eat your
salad!" was all Melissa said.  I was trapped, I couldn't defy my most
trusted friend, I knew she would never hurt me, so I reluctantly
began cutting and eating my salad.  "Hey Vicky" said Candy, "I don't
think you'll need any salt on that, probably enough salt in the
dressing!  Ha Ha Ha."  I finished my salad with no major problems, it
didn't taste too bad.  The girls just stared and watched every bite I
took.  I wasn't going to let them get the better of me.  I thanked
Janine and Cindy for their help in getting the dressing for my salad,
and also thanked Melissa for making me try new and exciting foods.
They were almost speechless.  I stood up "Come on girls, time to get
back in formation for the afternoon activities."  They just sat there
as I cleaned up my place and with an exaggerated swing in my hips, I
swished out of the mess hall.

      Candy met me in the latrine, as I was repairing my lipstick and
eye shadow.  "Vicky, that was very brave of you to do.  Have you had
any sexual experience with men before?"  I told her that was kinda
personal, but told her the story of my one try.  She was fascinated,
and wanted to ask me more questions, but it was time to get outside
for the afternoon activities.

      Sgt. Wilson was the only one around this afternoon.  She got us
settled down, and marched us back to the auditorium.   Cindy, Candy,
Shawna and I sat together.  The afternoon started with the obligatory
sexual disease film.   Some of the scenes were enough to make me
consider giving up sex, with anyone.  After an hour of that, we were
treated to a movie entitled "Babies and Military Mothers".  From
listening to that for an hour, I was sure the Army frowned on
pregnant enlisted personnel.  A plug at the end of the film urged all
sexually active women to sign up after the movie for birth control
counseling.  Cindy prodded me gently and whispered that she was going
to sign up.  We were allowed a 30 minute break, and most of us headed
for the bathrooms.  Since there were no men in our company, we used
both the mens and ladies bathrooms.  I was in line to use the ladies
room, when Shawna dragged me over to the mens room line.   She stood
behind me and told me that she wanted me to see what I had missed all
week.  When it was our turn, we walked in, and I felt as if I hadn't
seen a urinal in years.  It was weird.  Shawna told me to go ahead
and use the urinal, "Go ahead and stand up like a man, if you are
one".   I couldn't back away from that challenge.  I stood proudly at
a urinal and opened my pants.  "Wait" said Shawna, "let me help you".
She came up behind me, reached around into my pants, and pulled my
dick out of my panties.  Damn, I couldn't take a leak with someone
holding my dick.  I told Shawna that I didn't think I would be able
to go with her holding me, and she got upset.  "O.K.," she said, "go
pee pee without me, you big sissy". I knew she was teasing me.  Other
girls came in and didn't even pay any attention to me.  They all knew
I was a guy, and didn't bother me except to again snap my bra straps.
Their special way of teasing me.  Shawna went into a stall, and I
finished my duty at the urinal.   We left together, and saw Melissa
and Candy at a table talking with a nurse.  We joined them, and
Melissa introduced us to Carole.  Carole was taking names of girls
interested in further birth control counseling.  She asked Shawna if
she would like to sign up for a class she was teaching.  Melissa said
"Go ahead Shawna, I signed Vicky up and she will want some company."
"YOU DID WHAT!?" I yelled excitedly.  Melissa loudly told the others
" You remember Vicky, when we were talking about screwing every man
who walked and you said you wanted to do that but not get pregnant!"
"But Melissa,, I can't,,,, I don't need to,,,, I mean ,,,,, you
should have talked to me first."  I stammered.   Melissa just kept
talking. "Carole told me that even the most experienced girls learn
something in her classes, you'll love it."    Carole spoke then
"Vicky, you are certainly welcome to join us.  It's only on Sunday
nights, and I can get you released from any details that you may be
assigned to".  I finally agreed.  I might as well sign up, I probably
wouldn't even get to the first class.  A whistle blew, and Carole
told us to go back to the auditorium for the last couple of films.

      The third film was more info on sexual diseases.  Another
sickening depiction of lumpy, bumpy, scabbed, sexual organs.  It
could make a person become asexual.  The final film was 30 minutes of
what to expect of the next eight weeks in basic training.  Nothing
was said in the film we didn't hear in orientation.  So, we were
freed.  Friday night, and we could play.   We marched back to the
mess hall and listened to Sgt. Rogers give us instructions for the
weekend.  Saturday morning there was to be an inspection.  So much
for having tonight off.  We would be up for hours getting the place
cleaned.  Dismissed for supper, we moaned and groaned all the way to
the mess hall door.  We loaded our trays, mine with the usual salad
and jello, and sat with our friends.  Shawna told them about my
"refusal" to let her help me in the bathroom.  Everyone except me
talked a little about old boyfriends.  We talked about the birth
control classes, and found that Cindy and Janine were going too.
Great, now I had three girls to baby sit me during class.   I was
definitely going to ask Sgt. Rogers how my transfer was going.

      After chewing the fat for a while, we return to the barracks.
Candy and Melissa had to attend a meeting with Sgt. Wilson, to take
notes on what to clean for inspection.  Shawna and I got our locker
layouts and begin fixing up for the inspection.  When I got finished,
I walked over to the day room to check out the activities there.  As
I entered, I saw Sgt. Rogers sitting at her desk.  I knocked on her
door and walked into her office.  "Sgt. Rogers?"  She looked up,
"Oh. Hi Vicky.  Can I help you?"  she says.  "Yes Sergeant. I was
wondering if you heard anything about my transfer."  She replied "Now
Vicky, I told you to call me Karen when we are alone.  Now, you just
come around to this side of the desk, sit on my lap and start over".
Slowly I moved towards her, and did as she said.  "Isn't that better
sweetie?"  she asks.  "Now what can I do for you?"   I started
slowly, "Well, uh Karen," she smiled and slipped an arm around my
waist, "I was wondering if you heard anything about my transfer?
Will I be leaving soon?"   Sgt. Rogers hugged me closer and let her
free hand rest on my breast.  "I'm sorry Vicky, so far I haven't made
very much progress.  I have gotten an appointment for you to be
examined at the base hospital, but that is not for two weeks.  I
imagine that you should be gone shortly after that.  They were
willing to give you a medical discharge, but that would be for
homosexual reasons, I was sure you didn't want that to follow you the
rest of your life.  I snuck into personnel and removed those papers
from your file.  So, I think it would be best for you to just
assimilate yourself into our basic training course, for a while
longer.  The battalion nurse, Carole, said she has you for a Sunday
night birth control class, I told her you might want to talk with her
a little after the class.  Maybe she can help you adjust a little
more."  Small tears appeared in my eyes, Karen kissed them away.
"Come on Vicky, be a brave girl and hang in there.  It will be over
soon.  Now, get your pretty little ass back to the barracks to get
ready for inspection."  Sobbing quietly, I stood up, I kissed her on
the cheek and whispered Thank you Karen, I do appreciate your
help".   As I left her office, Karen said "Keep doing whatever you
have been doing to develop your breasts, it is working great.  They
are almost a handful."  Turning red, I walk as away as quick as I
can.  She is right, my breasts have stopped hurting, but the swelling
continues.  I resign myself to ask Carole about it Sunday night.
Maybe I should just stop wearing a bra for a while to see if that
helps.

      Back at the barracks, I noticed all the lights were on.
Shadowy figures move quickly inside the closed drapes.  I ran up the
three stairs to the front door.  When I entered, Candy immediately
cornered me and asked if my lockers were ready for inspection.  I
told her they were, and expected to get a break.  Not tonight.  There
were girls all over the place, cleaning this, fixing that, everyone
seemed to have some major task.  Candy told me to help clean the
rifles in the armory.  I went over and knocked on the locked door.
Shawna open the door and invited me in.  She had already cleaned 6 of
the 24 M-16 rifles and her hands were a mess.  She was wearing only a
white t-shirt and fatigue pants with sneakers.  I told her I was
supposed to help, and she showed me how to break down the rifles and
how to clean them.  We talked about guys, we talked about clothes,
and we talked about surviving the next eight weeks.  We cleaned rifle
after rifle, Shawna took them apart and I cleaned them, then she put
them together again.  It took us till 10:30 to finish.  We locked
all the racks, got Candy to verify the count, and walked out to the
barracks.   Everyone else was just completing their jobs, moans and
groans could be heard from every corner.  The barracks area
looked amazingly clean though.  There was no doubt about it, our hard
work made a big difference.  Inspection should be a snap.  Sgt.
Wilson came in and called lights out at 11:00, only about 20 minutes
to get clean.  Damn, the latrine was off limits, the girls who
cleaned it wouldn't let anyone use anything except the toilets.  We
had to troop to the barracks next door and use their latrine.  We
decided to go in groups of five, Candy and Melissa went first to get
an O.K. from the girls who lived there.  They were already in their
6th week of training, and didn't have to stand Saturday
inspections.   Obtaining approval, we were told to take flashlights
when we left, because lights would be out when we returned.   Since
we all wanted to go first, Melissa had us draw names from a helmet to
determine when we would go.  Melissa and Candy volunteered to go
last, to make sure everyone was O.K..  Of course, I ended up in the
last group, so no one would complain about having to shower with a
man.  Everyone wore their p.j.'s both ways, since it was all WAC
barracks, there was no reason to worry about men.  It didn't take the
girls very long to shower, within an hour it was our turn.  We
entered the latrine, and were greeted with hoots and cat calls.
"There he is girls" said one of the girls "the first guy to be a WAC.
Look at the nice baby dolls he wears."  I blushed and tried to hide
behind Melissa.  Melissa stuck up for me, "Come on, he didn't ask for
this assignment, it is just a typical Army SNAFU.  Give the guy a
break, he is trying to make the best of a terrible situation."  That
was greeted with grunts and groans, but slowly they filed out to
leave us alone.  Melissa went out into the barracks with them, while
I quickly jumped into the shower.  I finished as fast as I could, and
was dressed when Melissa came back.  I stood at a sink, putting
rollers in my hair  as Melissa went into the shower.  I didn't hear
anyone as they came up behind me, and gagged me.  I was lead into the
barracks, and my hands tied to one of the bunks.  One of the bigger
girls grabbed my hair in the rollers and pulled me down to my knees.
I couldn't scream, my head felt like someone stuck 100's of needles
into it.  She pulled my hair again, forcing me to look up into her
eyes.  "All right Faggot," she said, "you are going to be put to
work.  There are 16 girls here who haven't see a hard dick in 6
weeks.  We want to see one now."  I was too scared to even think
about getting hard.  Luckily, Melissa, Candy and the other girls
walked in just then.  "What the fuck are you doing to her?" said
Melissa.  "Let her go, or I'll bring Sgt. Wilson over here."  My eyes
pleaded with my capturers. "Aw, come on," said the girl who had
pulled my hair, "We haven't seen a hard dick in weeks, we won't hurt
your little play toy."  Melissa said she would get me hard, then make
me come if they promised to let me go.  This resulted in cheers from
the barracks.  "HARD ON, HARD ON, HARD ON"  they chanted.  Melissa
whispered in my ear, "Vicky, you had better do a good job if you want
to get any sleep tonight.  They want to see you suffer.  This is
going to hurt, but, I have to do it."  She reached down and grabbed a
hand full of hair and rollers, quickly bringing me to my feet.  Hurt
was an understatement.  My eyes watered, I thought she was overdoing
the pain a little.  She held my head up, removed my gag, and kissed
me hard.  Barley giving me time to breath, I felt her tongue probe
deep into my mouth.  I felt her
nightgown encased tits rub against mine.  Of course it wasn't long
before I forgot about her hand in my hair, and concentrated on the
pleasant feelings in my crotch.  Soon my dick was straining at the
panties of my baby dolls.  The girls around the barracks just stared
at me, some of them must not have believed I was a male.  Melissa
reached down and caressed my tits.  I moaned with abandon.  My body
ached to be satisfied.  I felt hands on my dick, I knew Melissa's
hands were on my breasts, I could only guess at who was playing with
my dick.  I felt cold hands, warm hands, long nails, short nails, a
myriad of sensations in my crotch.  I finally guessed that all the
girls were taking turns at feeling my crotch,  Looking past Melissa,
I could see that it was true.  There was a short line formed and
girls were taking turns with me.  I could hardly hold back.  Then I
felt someone suck my balls into her mouth.  Heaven, my dick strained,
for release.  I felt nibbles at my dick, and the sucking at my balls
didn't let up.  I knew that at least two girls were enjoying
themselves with me.  The pleasure I was receiving was driving me
quickly to orgasm.  I moaned and told Melissa that I couldn't hold
back much longer, she pulled harder on my hair, and bit my lip.  The
pain was almost as intense as the pleasure.  I felt my balls tighten,
and my dick began to jerk, spewing forth its white gold into some
lucky girls mouth.  She coughed at first, but managed to keep me in
her mouth.  Melissa twisted my tits, pulled my hair, and bit my lip
harder.  I was totally out of control, pain and pleasure mixed to
form a fantastic feeling of euphoria.  I slumped against Melissa, the
weight of my body pulling on my tied wrists.  Candy untied me and
told me to pull up my panties.  I didn't bother to clean myself up, I
wanted to get out as fast as I could.  We left to rounds of cheers
and clapping from our neighbors, back to our barracks to get some
needed rest.  I know I slept extremely well, tension released from my
body.

      Sgt. Wilson's Rag Time Band seemed to be earlier than usual.  I
rolled over and remember that I hadn't taken the rollers out of my
hair yet.  Oh, it was going to be a tough day.   I lay in bed for a
while, trying to collect my thoughts and get up the will to begin the
day.  I wanted to sleep for a few more hours.  Shawna stripped the
covers off me and tickled my feet.  "Come on lazy bones, time to get
dressed for the day."  I moved slowly, setting my feet on the bare
floor.  I was still tired.  Everyone around me was busy doing
something, I just watched for a while.  Eventually I gathered enough
will to stand up and consider getting dressed.  I decided to start
with getting my face ready.  I plugged in my electric shaver and
rubbed it over my barely existent beard.  I used the mirror in my
locker since the latrine was off limits.  I took out the rollers,
combed my hair, not able to get the soft curl out.  I applied some
basic cosmetics, and red lipstick.  Taking off my baby dolls and bra,
I picked a clean pink bra and panty set from my footlocker.  Getting
into my underwear, I felt happy to be alive.  Since we had inspection
today, I got into my dress uniform.  My bra seemed to be a little
fuller, my hips seemed more round, my hair was softly curled, and I
loved looking at my stocking clad legs.  I didn't want to admit it,
but, I enjoyed being a girl.

      I finished dressing and Candy checked me out.  She let her
hands linger over my fanny, and commented on how well my breasts
filled my bra.  Harmlessly, she patted my fanny and kissed my check
saying "Vicky, you look so good I could gobble you up, just like I
did last night.  Your little balls fit perfectly in my mouth honey."
Now I knew who was responsible for part of that terrific blow job.  I
know I blushed, but I was getting used to this treatment.  Candy
continued, "After inspection, we have the rest of the weekend to
relax.  I want to relax with you in my arms.  That little taste of
your charms got me interested."  Melissa joined us, "I'm sorry I hurt
you Vicky, I wanted to get out of there and get some rest.  I thought
they would be content to see you suffer a little."   I told her not
to worry, I really enjoyed it.  Candy and Melissa both raised their
eyebrows at that comment.

      The inspection began at 10:00 A.M..  Sgt. Rogers was in a good
mood it seemed.  She checked each girl's locker, hardly making any
comment. She inspected each of our uniforms, pausing to give extra
attention to mine.  I felt like I was naked as she walked around me
and murmured her approval.  She called us all to attention, and in
walked Captain Turner.  Captain Turner took a turn at the inspection,
she was more thorough.  She stopped to inspect our lockers, and talk
with each of us.  She made small talk about home towns, and such,
until it was my turn.  "Yes, Riley, I remember you.  You fill out
your uniform pretty well.  Have you been doing special exercises?
Well, anyway, you do look good, just like one of the girls.  Nice
uniform, it fits well around your shapely body."  She walked behind
me, and said, "Almost perfect, but, your slip is showing, Soldier."
Embarrassed, I quickly turned and invoked her wrath.  "Who told you
to turn around and look?  You are supposed to be at attention, lady,
get those eyes to the front.  Sgt. Rogers, I want you to assign this
WAC four hours of guard duty tomorrow for not being at attention when
she was supposed to be.  The rest of you will remember this as an
example, do what you are told."  With that she moved on to the next
girl.  At the end, she congratulated us on passing our first
inspection, and said she hoped we continued this good start through
the eight weeks.  Captain Taylor, Sgt. Rogers, and Sgt. Wilson left
together.

       We collectively breathed a sigh of relief and began to talk.
Most of the girls said they were sorry I was singled out, but, they
would help me if they could.  Candy apologized for not noticing my
slip was showing when she checked me over earlier.  We changed and
settled down to wait for lunch.  Weekend meals were more leisurely.
We dressed in our fatigues and walked to the mess hall.  We sat with
Cindy and Janine as usual, talking about the night before and the
shower scene, and my getting singled out during inspection by Captain
Taylor.  Janine wanted to hear about my suffering from the night
before again.  The little sadist was really fascinated by it all.  I
could see her grin each time Melissa mentioned pulling my hair.  That
was one person I would have to avoid.  I managed to change the
subject to the upcoming day off, and asked everyone what they
planned.  Janine and Cindy were just going to vegetate and take
it easy.  They had heard that the coming week would require all the
strength you could muster.  Shawna was going to write letters to her
friends back home and her family, Melissa and Candy said they were
going to teach me more about being a girl.  I reminded them that I
had to pull guard duty because I failed the inspection, but they
insisted that wouldn't get in our way.   We took off from lunch with
nothing to do for the rest of the day.  Candy suggested we go see
what was playing at the base theater.  We walked over and decided to
take in the show at 6:00 P.M., and returned to the barracks to lay
around writing to our parents and friends.  Having four hours to
ourselves seemed a luxury.  But, all we wanted was to relax.

      Some of the girls spent the afternoon dressed only in their bra
and panties, some wore long nightgowns, some wore t-shirts over their
underwear, it was very informal.  All those feminine bodies laying
around, and all I could do was stare at their lingerie.  Each girl
had some unique thing about her that made me interested.  Melissa had
a beautiful body, Candy had a domineering way that I felt at ease
with, Shawna could move like a sex goddess, each of them was special
in some way.  I wanted to belong to them all.  I wanted to be one of
their cherished possessions.  I watched everyone move about, noting
how they moved, and how they held their bodies.  It was fascinating.
I had a lot to learn about being a woman.

      At about 4:00 we started to get ready for the  movie.  That
seemed to be too much time, but I was to learn that two hours is
barely enough time when dressing to go out.  We began by using Nair
on our bodies and showering.  Candy helped me wash, but I'm sure she
only wanted to feel me up.  So what, I enjoyed it.  Her touch was
magic and electric.  My nipples tightened and stiffened as she gently
washed my tits and kneaded their soft flesh.  My crotch began to
emanate a warm glow, without even being touched.  Heavenly feelings
overtook my body.  All too soon Candy said I was clean and we had
better get moving if we wanted to see the movie.  I told her I would
rather stay in the shower with her, but, she laughed and twisted my
nipple.  "Move it sissy" she said "we don't have time for that stuff
now."  I wanted to argue with her, but I knew she was right.  Once we
were out of the shower, I got a good look at my body.  In the week
since I left home, my breasts had begun to swell, I looked like a
young girl budding into womanhood.  My hips were beginning to flair,
I could see why Sgt. Rogers had to get a close look at me.
Hurriedly, I put on a baby blue bra and panty set, not realizing how
much more they emphasized my femaleness.  After a little more "grab
ass", we returned to the barracks area.  Melissa and Shawna were
getting our clothes ready.  I was given a garter belt, stockings
black slip on pumps with three inch heels, and a short baby blue full
slip to wear until the rest of my outfit arrived.  I looked
quizzically at Melissa, but she told me to relax and put on my make
up.  I sat on my bed with Candy and we helped each other.  She shaped
my nails and painted them a light frosty pink.  I did her nails a
bright berry red.  Facial cosmetics kept us busy for 10 minutes,
until Melissa and Shawna returned with my outfit.  I was handed a
short blue suede mini skirt, which when put on left about three
inches of leg exposed above the knee.  Then I was handed my blouse.
I had never dreamed of a more beautiful piece of clothing.  It was
white satin, with a delicate rose design in the cloth.  The sleeves
were full, and had three pearl buttons at each wrist.  It closed in
the back leaving a small keyhole below its one pearl button.  I
didn't want to wear it, I wanted to look at it and admire it all
night.  Finally, Shawna took the blouse from my hands and helped me
into it.  I looked at myself, and almost cried with joy, I was
gorgeous.  I was certain that there would earn many wolf whistles
this night.  Shawna sprayed me liberally with Emeraude perfume, and I
sat down to watch the others get ready.  I crossed my legs, and
uncrossed my legs, I shifted them to the side, I was actually
fascinated that they were MY beautiful legs.  Why couldn't we stay
here and admire ourselves I wondered.  The other girls were ready.
Shawna and Candy wore tight jeans, and stretch halter tops, Melissa
was wearing a short red suede skirt and a black satin blouse, both
similar to mine.  Damn, we all looked good.

      We all grabbed our purses and wiggled our fannies out the door
and into the cool evening breeze.  We were greeted at the door by
several flashes, as the other girls took pictures of the "whore
patrol".  Candy walked with me, and Melissa paired with Shawna,
almost a boy - girl, boy - girl, arrangement because of our outfits.
We got to the movie without any trouble, went in and found four seats
together.  Before the main attraction started, Candy had her hand on
my leg, and was toying with my garter straps.  I looked over at
Melissa and she was receiving the same treatment from Shawna.  This
was going to be a great movie!  Candy put her arm around my shoulders
and played with my bra strap.  Some time later, she gently lowered
her hand and cupped my tiny breast.  I let a little moan escape my
lips, and closed my eyes in pleasure.  I reached over, slipping my
hand into the arm hole of Candy's top, and massaged her breast.  As I
tweaked her nipple, she did the same to mine.  I guess kind of a "Tit
for Tat".  Two hours of having someone pay homage to your body was
more than anyone could stand.  But, through all the small nibbling
kisses, quick pinching feels, and slow massaging, I managed to have
two great orgasms, and Candy had one.  Candy caught my loads in a
hankie she pulled from my purse, and stuck it back in when she was
done.  The smell of male sex mixed in with the feminine smells of my
purse.  My senses seemed to be more keen now, my body more aware of
any touch.  My body was beginning a change that my mind would have
trouble accepting.  Just before the movie ended, we left to use the
bathrooms before the crowds.  All our lipstick was smeared, and my
blouse looked as if I had never tucked it in.  Candy laughed as I
tried to straighten myself out.  I used the toilet, being sure to
raise my skirt before sitting down to pee.  I had to leave the door
open so the girls could watch me.  When I finished, Candy made me use
my soiled hankie to wipe the last dribbles from my dick.  My purse
was going to smell like a bathroom if I didn't clean it soon.  We
left the theater and in the dark on the way back, we held each other
around the waist.  Shawna and Melissa stopped several times to kiss
and fondle each other, and that was an excuse for Candy to do the
same with me.  I was being worn out by the sexual foreplay that Candy
was hell bent on administering.  Arriving at the barracks, we helped
each other out of our clothes and joined together as couples in the
bottom bunks.  We were far from the only ones doing this, the moans
and sighs of pleasure could be faintly heard every few minutes.  Just
what we all needed, sexual release to ease the problem of adjusting.

      Morning, I awoke to feel Sgt. Wilson shaking me.  "Get up
sissy", she said, "time for your punishment at guard duty."  I slowly
got up and looked around.  It was still dark outside.  I asked what
time it was, and Sgt. Wilson said "Zero Five Hundred Hours."  What an
inhuman hour for someone who, only the night before, had his gonads
relieved of sexual desires four times.  I put on my bra and panties
from the previous night, and pulled on a pair of fatigues, brushed my
teeth, fixed my hair and put on just a touch of makeup.  Sgt. Wilson
got my rifle out of the armory, and grabbed my helmet and full field
pack.  We went outside just as the sun began to break the edge of the
horizon.  I felt like I was still asleep on my feet.  We walked over
to the motor pool, and Sgt. Wilson described my post for me.  I had
to walk around the full perimeter of the motor pool, checking the
office on each round trip.  I had to check vehicles out on a
pre-typed list, making sure the bumper numbers matched the vehicle on
the list.  I was told that someone would pick me up in four hours,
but to watch for trouble, as Captain Taylor would certainly be by to
make sure I was serving my punishment.

      I began to walk my post.  I went around the fence counter
clockwise, stopping every trip to make sure the office was secure.  A
few trucks were driven out, and I hurriedly checked their numbers to
be sure they were on the list.  The drivers tried to flirt with me,
but I ignored their passes and kept to my job.  The first hour
passed, the second hour passed, the third hour passed.  Soon someone
would be here to relieve me and open the office.  I kept walking -
round and round.  Finally I faced my dreaded visit from Captain
Taylor.  I should have know she wouldn't get up any earlier then
necessary on Sunday.  She walked up to the gate and very casually
said Hi to me.  I said "Good Morning Captain", saluted her and
continued to walk my post.  She asked to see the truck check out
sheet, asked a couple of minor questions, and strolled off.  I
saluted her again, and smiled, I made it, no problems from her.  What
a relief.

      My four hours were over.  Sgt. Wilson showed up at exactly nine
o'clock to take me back to the barracks.  As we walked, she told me
that I had to pull another four hours of guard duty at noon time.  I
was to wear my dress uniform this time, as I would be on duty at the
WAC BOQ building.  I protested, but Sgt. Wilson was adamant.  She
said Captain Taylor had demanded that I be there, no questions.  So,
I would be there.  As I entered the barracks, Melissa, Candy and
Shawna asked me to join them for breakfast.  I walked with them to
the mess hall, and tried to take my mind off my ruined day.  Sitting
down with Cindy and Janine, I moaned about my problem with guard
duty, and the girls expressed their disappointment that I wouldn't be
able to spend the afternoon with them.  I mumbled all through
breakfast, and left alone to get some sleep.  I talked with a
few of the girls at the barracks before undressing and getting into
bed.  I left a note for Melissa to wake me at 11 so I could get
ready.  Only about 90 minutes to sleep, but I felt as though I needed
that rest.

      I awoke to Melissa's warm voice "Vicky honey, time to get up.
It's 11:15"  Ugh, I rolled over and saw Melissa looking down at me.
She told me to get moving, she had gotten my clothes out to save me a
little time.  I struggled to sit on the edge of the bed, and looked
around.  Everyone was dressed comfortably in civilian clothes, some
writing letters, some talking, a few doing their nails, all of the
relaxing.  I had to walk a guard post, I was getting angry.  I shed
my nightgown, and began getting into my uniform.  I grumbled all the
time, acting like a complete bitch, tired from my lack of sleep.
When I was completely dressed, Melissa fixed my make up.  I put on my
hat, picked up my purse and rifle, then went outside to wait.  I
talked with some of the girls from my barracks.  They seemed
interested in how I was coping with pretending to be a female.  I
told them how I was adjusting, that it didn't seem so bad anymore,
and that Sgt. Rogers said I should be back in male clothes in a
couple of weeks at the worst.

      Sgt. Rogers drove up in a jeep, and after holding my arm to
help me in the passengers seat, I smooth my skirt under me and we
speed off.  The WAC Officer quarters were almost at the opposite end
of the base.  Neither of us spoke a word all the way.  Their barracks
were more like small duplex bungalows.  A scattering of about 25
homes were in a fenced area, that also included a three or four acre
green belt area.  I was let out of the jeep in front of bungalow #18,
and immediately walked to the door.  The sign on the doorbell
confirmed what I thought, it was Captain Taylor's home.  I pushed the
bell, and immediately heard the tap tap of high heels coming to the
door.  Captain Taylor answered the door, smiling at me.  "Come in
Vicky", she said, "I'm very sorry about having you pull a second tour
of guard duty.  But, this will be a little easier than the motor
pool.  We have been bothered lately by a couple of Peeping Toms, and
since  I'm having a lingerie party this afternoon I thought I would
put someone on duty to guard us.  Think you can handle that sweetie"?
"Yes Captain Taylor" I replied, "What should I do with the guys if I
catch them"?  The captain laughed, "They aren't guys sweetie, they
are girls,,,maybe I should have said they were `Peeping Tinas'.  If
you do catch them, or even one of them, I want you to bring her in
here for us to deal with.  That little bitch is going to wish she was
court marshalled by the time we get done with her".  I could believe
that.  Captain Taylor told me that I would be on a kind of informal
guard post.  I was to leave my rifle hidden out back, and just walk
around, keeping my eyes open.  Then she yelled "Attention, prepare
for guard duty inspection."  I stood as straight and tall as I could.
Captain Taylor stood in front of me, looking at every little detail.
"Nice job on the make up soldier, just enough to look feminine."  She
ran her hand across my cheek, "You need to shave closer next time
pussy," she opened my jacket.  "Pretty bra again, how many of those
bras do you own boy?"  She gently touched my left breast, and
instantly my nipple hardened.  "My God, Sgt. Rogers was right, you
are almost a female."  She continued the inspection.  Her hands
caressed my fanny and stayed there a little longer than I liked.
Finally, she had finished.  "O.K. pussy, you can go outside now.
Keep your mascaraed eyes open, and don't let anyone through that
doesn't have an invitation like this one."  She showed me the
invitation.  I took a hard look, I wanted to get on the good side of
Captain Taylor and this would be the perfect chance for me.

      The preliminaries out of the way, I was ushered outside the
door and to the front yard.  A woman was already approaching the
house.  I stopped her at the door, and in my best military manner
asked to see her invitation.  She opened her purse, and brought out a
perfect match for the light pink invitation I was shown.  I held the
door open for her as she brushed by me, copping a feel of my breast.
The guests all arrived within the next half hour.  I helped some of
them with pot luck dishes they brought, and helped the sales lady
with her suitcases.  All fifteen of them touched me, or made some
comment about my appearance.  I began to think that maybe I wasn't
one of the best kept secrets on this earth.  If all these women knew,
who could begin to imagine how many others they told.  I would have
to talk to Melissa about going AWOL - after all, how could they
arrest me for not being in the Womans Army Corp if I wasn't a woman.

      I began to walk around the area.  As I left, I could hear
everyone inside laughing, talking and having a good time.  I could
imagine them all in their skimpy bra and panty sets, trying on
different outfits, and trading stories about their love conquests.
My mind wandered for a while, I walked, and walked, with no objective
except to pass the time.  I didn't see anyone try to look in the
windows, and by the time Captain Taylor called to me, I was tired of
walking in my heels.  My toes were pinched in the narrow front of the
shoe, and my calves ached from not walking on the flat of my feet.  I
went into her house, and was introduced to the rest of the women as
Private Vicky Riley, a new recruit who volunteered to guard us
against any Peeping Toms.  I blushed as she brought me forward and
told me to do a little curtesy for the lad