"But I have no control over it! It has a mind of its own!"

"In that case, we just might have a chemical solution."

"Chemical?"

The sergeant picked up the phone and called someone. She spoke for a few minutes, then put the phone down. Less than one minute later, a woman doctor in a white coat arrived. She reached in her little black bag, and pulled out a syringe.

"We will administer a testosterone blocker first" she said. "This will cancel the effects of testosterone on your system. Then we will add estrogen, the female sex hormone."

"What are you going to do to me?" said Vic.

"They will stop you from having erections. It takes a delicate balance of chemistry inside the male body to produce one. By overloading your system with female hormones, it will no longer be able to function in that manner."

"And as a man who wishes he was a woman," added the sergeant, "you should be thrilled to be starting on female hormones."

Vic was really in a fix now. He faced the choice of getting shot up with hormones that would start to turn his body from male to female, or he could go join the men's army, and get shot up with lead from the enemy. What choice did he have if he was to say alive?

Vic rolled up his sleeve.

"Shoot me" he said.

Inside he was shaking. As the fluid from the syringe flowed into his system, he knew that his days as a real man were numbered. His male parts would stop working, and then....it was too much to think about. What had he gotten himself into?"

"You will take these every day" said the doctor, writing a prescription for estrogen and testosterone blocker. Together with the birth control pills he was already taking, he knew that his body would soon be in for a few unwanted alterations.

After he walked out of the tent, the doctor turned to Vic's sergeant.

"Why didn't you want me to tell him about the accelerator?"

"He didn't need to know about it" she replied.

"But it will make the changes occur so fast! He won't be expecting it. He might be upset."

"We'll see. I think he will be all right with it. Remember, he said that he's really a woman inside."

"Well I think you had better get him to make a written request, so that you are covered if there is ever a complaint."

"Good idea doc. Good idea."

* * *

The next blow to Vic's manhood came up soon after. The sergeant said she was uncomfortable calling him by a *man's* name, so from now on all of the women in the group would refer to him as "Vicki" instead. She even made him sign paperwork, changing his legal name to Vicki.

"Listen up ladies!" she shouted. "Your teammate here is to be called 'Vicki' from now on. There is no 'Vic'. Anyone using that name will be put on extra KP duty *and* will have to do extra marches. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes ma'am!!!" they all shouted in unison. By this point, Vicki knew enough to shout along too. Anyone who had been less than enthusiastic in their response to the sergeant had been made to do 100 pushups, or 200 sit-ups, or worse. Nobody wanted to risk having extra tasks heaped upon them, when they were already exhausted every day.

"And furthermore!" she shouted, "There will be no more references to Vicki as 'he' or 'him'. You are to refer to Vicki as 'she' or 'her'. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes ma'am!!!"

"Now tell me soldier" she said, shouting right in Vicki's face, "Are you a man or a woman?"

"I am a woman, ma'am!" said Vicki in reply.

"What? I can't hear you. Louder!"

"I am a woman!!" shouted Vicki.

"That's more like it. Now before I release you for the day, you are to write a letter address to General Peters, telling him that you have decided on your own, that you want to be a woman, and want to be treated like one. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes ma'am!!" shouted Vicki.

Vicki got out a pen and paper, and started to write:

Dear General Peters,

I am writing to inform you of my status in the DDD. When I enlisted, I was classified as male. However, I have always believed myself to be female inside. That is why I have decided to be a woman, and I want to be treated as one.

Thank you,

Vicki Franklin

'She' put the paper on the sergeant's desk, then was free for the night to hang out with the girls. This was the best part of any day, getting to be with so many women, and learning how they acted when they were alone. Vicki learned more and more about them every day.

* * *

After two weeks, the sergeant came to them with some good news.

"I am here to inform you that this Friday you have been granted one night of R&R. You can go anywhere in the town, but you must be back to the base by 3:00am. Is that understood?"

"Yes ma'am, than you ma'am!!!"

"Vicki, front and center!"

"Yes ma'am!" 'she' said.

"When you came here, you didn't have any women's clothes, which I find odd. But out of the kindness of my heart, I have procured a dress for you."

She held up a hot red number. Short skirt, revealing top.

"Ladies! Come give Vicki a makeover, and take her out with you tonight. Don't let her out of your site! Let me know if she even *thinks* of acting like a man. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes ma'am!!"

"Very good. Off with you all now!"

She walked out, leaving just the girls in the tent. They had precious little free time before the hell of training kicked in again. There was much digging through clothes trunks to pull out pantyhose, makeup, heels, and sexy clothes.

Vicki found that her trunk had been empties, and all of her male clothes replaced with an array of women's garments. She even had her own stash of makeup.

One by one, the other girls took turns helping her get ready. One showed her how to put on the pantyhose over her smoothly shaved legs. Another did her hair with mousse to make it as pretty as possible.

Another one painted her nails, while yet another put makeup on her face. She was being pampered, buffed and cleaned up. When they were done with her, and she put on the red high heel shoes, she looked in the mirror.

"Oh my god, I look like a woman" she said.

They all laughed.

"Way to go Vicki. You're one of the girls now!"

"We're going out dancing tonight with the GIs. Come on girls, lets go get us some boys!"

They took Vicki to a local club where the GIs hung out. They were all young, physically fit, and had much pent up energy from being in training for so long.

Even the ugly girls were flooded with requests to dance, with everyone offering to buy drinks for them. Vicki never had someone buy her a drink before, let alone ask her to dance.

At first she resisted, but after three shots and two killer margaritas, she gave in and danced with a lonely looking boy from Missouri. It was actually fun to get out there with the other girls, and soon she was enjoying it, and danced with dozens of guys.

The only thing she wouldn't do was to slow-dance with them. When a slow song came on, she would excuse herself to the bathroom. She had to catch herself as she almost walked into the men's room. If the sarge heard about that, she'd be dead meat.

At the end of the night, her make up was smeared, her hair a mess, and she had to fight off the guys who all wanted to grope her and kiss her.

"No, I have a sweetheart at home" she would say, "and I promised him that I wouldn't kiss any other boys."

In the car on the way home, the other girls teased her about this. "Vicki's got a boyfriend, Vicki's got a boyfriend!" the sang.

* * *

As Vicki went through all of the same exercises with the other girls, living, eating, sleeping, doing *everything* with them, bonds of friendship started to form. As with everyone in the army, they were soon a tight knit group of friends who would do anything for each other.

The training also changed them all physically. The fat ones were rapidly losing weight, with the constant exercise and the low fat diet. The thin ones were putting on weight, adding muscle to their lean frames. And the ones in the middle became very buff. Soon, they were all about the same proportions, just different heights.

But Vicki was the one showing the most changes. Her system was flooded with female hormones now, and the accelerator which the army had developed. This made changes occur which would have taken years in a young woman. For example, Vicki's hips had widened considerably, even though her waist had become much thinner thanks to the training. Or to say it another way: she had curves now.

But the change had happened bit by bit, and she hadn't really noticed it. She was shaped like all the other girls now, which made her fit in. Being surrounded by women all day every day had changed her perception of what a 'normal' shape is, so the fact that she looked that way now was no big deal. It was *normal*.

Her skin had become much softer, and her facial and chest hair had stopped growing. This was actually a relief, because she only had to shave her legs and armpits now. Just like the other girls. The more she fit in, the better, because they accepted her more.

But the change she did notice was 'up top' on her chest. At first, she hadn't seen any difference. But now, almost every day she could swear that her breasts were getting bigger.

Initially, there was only a very slight swelling which she thought must be her imagination. But when her areolas started to get wider, and her nipples grew bigger, she knew that something was going on. And they definitely were growing, bit by bit.

One day her nipples felt very sore as she went to bed. She wondered why this was, but discovered the reason only when she took off her bra: her breasts had grown large enough that her nipples were just barely making contact with the cups of the bra. The constant rubbing back and forth all day had made them sore.

But the next morning when she put her bra on after showering, it wasn't a problem anymore: her breasts had grown enough over night that her nipples were now firmly pressed up against the cup of the bra. For the first time, the bra was supporting her breasts, cupping them, keeping them from jiggling as she ran.

Their weight in the cups made the straps pull down into her shoulders. She was stacked now, as much as any girl in her unit. When she went out dancing in her red dress, she skipped wearing a bra, and her breasts seemed to be in danger of bursting out as the stretched the material tight up top.

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