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I was Teen Shemale for the US ArmySome Bad Boys make Good Gyrls!’I was a Wartime Transvestite for the US ARMY!TJ Rydersissytrain.comIllustrated adult stories!http://www.tabooreading.com/shop.htm?cat=YIChapter 1Reform School Romance!I couldn’t believe that all I got from my uncle Bill when he died after all he said to me about my being hisfavorite grand nephew was an old diary from World War II.I mean I thought we got along pretty darn good, and its not like he had any money or anything, just another oldgeezer in an assisted care center who if he ever had anythinghad to get rid of it all for the state to provide nursinghome care. But then when I read the note in the car, “Dear Tim,this is especially for you! I hope you, unlike me, find yourreal path in this world, because you only go through once,or at least I’m about to find out!”Bill always had a good sense of humor, and for somereason of all the great nephews and nieces and extended cousinswe hit it off somehow. But you know you could always tell hewanted to tell me something, and I guess this was it, anold leather bound diary.That’s when I lost two days of my life, because when I got back to the sophomore dorm in college, I didn’t put it down till I finished it, and then my lifechanged a lot, but that’s another story.**********************************************************Diary of William Terence Phillips!”April 3rd, 1944, Akron Ohio! Ohio State Reformatoryfor Boys!”Yup, still here, and I was hoping now that I turned18 they’d give me early parole, or at least let me jointhe army, but no such luck. Looks like I’m serving thefull 3 years for car theft.Funny thing though, this place isn’t all that bad, Imade some new friends, and since my family has practicallydisowned me I need em! Finished my GED testing, did pretty good. While I liked being an older boy here,I’m sort of still in the middle. I stopped growingat 5’6” and remained small boned and beardless likedad I guess, which has like, good and bad points, likeeverything in here. It’s not like hard time, in factits pretty safe. But after lights out, well, a boy like mehas to adapt to reality. I was learning a trade even, electrician, and I seemto develop an aptitude for it. And then, the militaryrecruiters came by, well, they were actually officers ofthis new group from the USO and the Veterans Affairs somethingalthough I didn’t know that then.I was playing baseball during our free period atthe reform school when someone in a suit came out and read my name, and I was already wondering what it was aboutand if it was worth going over the wall for when theyhad three other names before mine.Taylor, Present!Coleridge, Here!Jackson, Yassuh!Leroy Jackson was the one name that convinced me toanswer here, because he was 1: black 2: a sissybottom andmost important, 3: he never did nothing wrong!Well, before lights out that is.I mean I had a Plan B! I had long figured out the weak spot!My route planned to the laundry truck; a reform school isn’tlike stir, it isn’t all that hard to get out of, the problem waswhat to do in the world with a felony record if you exit.I’d just get picked up right away again and I was due for parole in less than a year!It has to be worth it, and for the first time in a year Ireally hadn’t bayraklı escort done anything that bad.”Phillips!””Here!” I said.Later, standing in a hallway inside, still wearing baseball uniforms, I wondered how they would continue the game withoutus, as I was looking at the other guys. Kind of like me,I thought! Two white boys totally clueless and being constantlyvictimized and Leroy, who knew the score even before I did!Leroy was the only one to ask, and he just shook his head.”Ah don know nuffin bout nuffin! Fo real!”The last sentence was looking me right in the eye and Inodded.Okay, I says to myself, sitting on the wooden bench like Ihad been a dozen times, not recently though, getting readyfor parole, I just leaned back and instantly dozed off. Nothinglike being just outside the Reform School Warden’s office forsecurity and an excellent spot to take a snooze! You got totake advantage of whatever you get there.I must have been gone off for thirty minutes or more cuz the bench was empty when I heard my name.”Phillips!””Um, y-yes, Here!””In the office, Phillips!” the guard said tiredly.”Yes Sir!”Inside I was facing two men in army dress uniforms andthe assistant warden. Apparently what was going on wasn’t important enough for the warden so I just adopted my usualshell-like stance, neutral totally.The middle aged Major with the doctor’s insigniasmiled at me, surprising in itself.’So, Terry Phillips, just turned 18, kind of hopingfor early parole I guess, huh?”You get used to being talked about in the third personwhile still in the room. I just nodded, my face blank.”Iv’e been looking at your record here, Phillips, mayI call you Terry?” I said nothing, they would talk to meanyway they wanted anyway.”Two counts of car theft, not a lot for a maximumsentence, did you ever think of that?”I shrugged! Never give em anything!”Course your family not showing up at court probablydidn’t help much!” That one stung a little but I just stood there likea wooden indian! Tears dried up at least two years ago.”He’s tough, hard!” the other one said about me, alieutenant I think although at the time I didn’t know ranksso well.”That might be an advantage here!” the major saidwithout breaking eye contact. “Listen Terry, we can offeryou an out and also do your country a service. We noticedyour interest in the file of joining the armed forces ifyou made that last parole!” I might have flinched but stillmanaged a slight shrug. Never give em anything!”We have a slight problem with our veterans groups.So many young men, traumatized, shell shock, even disabled,concentrated in single spots, with no women. Some readyto rejoin the active service, but they need,” he paused,’socialization!” He caught my eyebrow and smiled.”It means, they haven’t quite returned to normal yet,not enough for the war, if that is normal! They need some socialization experience. Some who cares for themas a person instead of a nurse or doctor or companycommander!”At this point I was totally lost and it must haveshowed in my face. I was prepared to deny a lot of stuffthat I did and didn’t do but this was completely strangeterritory.”We need more girls!” The lieutenant said bluntly!My mouth definitely dropped open!The major smiled, “frankly put, but true. Do bayraklı escort bayan you have any idea what its like to be without a woman in months,years even for many of these young men? And facing manytraumatic experiences and now we need them to face themagain. We have no resources in our budget for this, recruitingwomen for our social venues, dances and such. But, thisreform school was mentioned, and the basic dynamics are in place for a, how shall I characterize it, a deal!”He paused, and uncrossed his legs, a sign it was gettingto the nitty gritty. “We can offer our support for a paroleand an erasement of your record in return for certain services!”Now this I had heard of. Lots of boys were given the choicebetween prison and the military. “But this time,” he continued, “we don’t need more soldiers,we need more soldiers’ girls! Particularly for the negroe servicemen.” I gasped a little and he smiled and held up his palm.”Just socially of course,” and I caught the look from thelieutenant right away of his doubt on that one but I didn’t care.”You want me to be a girl, let’s get this straight!””Your’e excellent material,” the lieutenant smiled, “slim, smallish, small boned, no protuberant adams apple, nobeardline at all!” Now that struck a chord because that was what the other three guys were!”And other favorable characteristics!” The major smiled.”Your’e saying I’m some kind of faggot?””No, no, not at all my boy!” he made a conciliatory gesturewith his hand, “we can certainly understand the, pressures, ayoung white boy would face in an institution like,” he lookedaround, “this one, and we certainly don’t hold it against you!In fact why don’t you look at it like making lemonade out of lemons. What you had to do to survive in here, well, willhelp you to get out of here instead of holding you back!”Well, now that did make kind of a crazy sense, so I pulledmy anger back in for a moment!”So, what do you offer?””So much! So very much my boy! Early release, a cleanrecord, perhaps civil service employment even. A new start! And,”he said, looking seriously at me for the first time,”A real chance not only to serve your country in time ofwar, but in a personal sense, to do real good!” Therewas something about his voice that touched me at that moment, cuz I know otherwise I was getting ready togo back in my shell. I really wanted a new start and the ideaof spending a year at Akron Reform, and then he sealed it.”All the boys chosen and who pass the selection andtraining process are going to live in leased apartments,individually, downtown. You’ll be on your own! We don’tthink anyone will go awol on us!” That really hit home.The meeting ended; well actually I was dismissed to think of it.I had 24 hours they said.Well, that was a lot to think of tonight and its not likeI didn’t have baggage that had to be dealt with either. I hadthe feeling that every k** that went to that interview wouldsign up, but it wasn’t just myself I was thinking of at themoment.That night as usual at 10 pm I was in my cell, actuallya tiny little room, but you could see bars out on the hallway standing by my cot along with every boy in the building;they call these buildings houses instead of cell blocks likethey do in prisons.Every escort bayraklı night’s the same thing, just like every morning. Wewere waiting for inspection by Trusty Jones, our house monitor.We all pretty much looked up to Trusty, physically especiallybecause he the biggest and strongest man we’d ever seen.Trusty was the main guy for our building and was pretty darn strict about things. He came in, didn’t even smileat me because there was another guard with him, and went overto my bunk, snapped his huge black fingers at the taut blanketand when the guard walked back outside stood so close to me his bulging muscled-up chest was practically in my face.”I hear you had a meeting today with the Army!””Yes, can we talk, later?” He smiled, that wide grin, towering over me but I didn’tmove back, and I think that’s why he liked me, I stood up to him!”I’ll see you later!” He said, and stepped back out ofthe room, and the door locked shut. Trusty was an inmatehere once and then took a job like a lot of the monitors did.He was a lot older than the boys, maybe 30, which of coursewas really old to me then. He had a shaved head, 6’5″ of solid black muscle and long sloping arms. He was not someoneto talk back to but he was pretty fair, not a bully likesome of the boys were, and didn’t allow gangs to get startedin his ‘house’!One thing though, he did like things just so cuz he mightnot have much time so he always liked to take care of businessright away. I took the carefully made up bed, yanked off the covers and dragged the mattress to the floor.After lights out, and it was never really dark there,you could always see lights on the hallway, it wasn’t long I heard soft footsteps and the lock clicked on my door.Trusty came in with a grin! “I ain’t got much time,boy!””I know,” I was already naked, and gasped as he yankedhis clothes off, the sight of that huge black boner made mecatch my breath, feeling his huge hand guiding me down tothe mattress, he was too big to share my bunk, so we alwayshad to move the mattress to the floor.I was trying to talk to him and he was just anxious toget down to business.”Trusty,” I said, holding his hand as he was leaning overme, spreading my butt cheeks out as he grinned down at me,licking his big lips that I had kissed so many times, “wedo need to talk! I have to make a big decision by tomorrow,for both of us!””Haw, yeah, dat’s raht, hold dat!””Really, can you spend the night?””Naw, lots of strange stuff goin on here. Lotsa boys movin out an movin in!”‘I know, and I, well, wanted to talk about our, well,relationship!” We’d been sort of together for almost 7 monthsnow, a record for Akron I think. For the last couple monthsI was thinking I was in love but I also knew I wasn’t hisonly boy.”I can’t talk now, mebbe later!”Well, later, laying on the mattress, tired andworn out, his taste in my mouth and running out of my body,my own semen splattered over the mattress, I lookedup at Trusty hastily pulling up his pants in the shadowed room. I wanted to say something and then he looked down at me.”Lots of suits walking around this week. Best keepthis room straight, boy!””Trusty!””What?””Um, good night!”‘Haw, good night boy!”After he locked the door that was the first time in a year I cried but I also made a decision!So much for Reform School Romance!**************Continued in full length illustrated story atsissytrain.com.Also released in a new edition, 25 pic illustrated downloadable ebook fromtaboo reading. http://www.tabooreading.com/shop.htm?cat=YI

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