"No"

"Any history of diseases?"

"Just chicken pox."

The nurse finally looked up at him. She was so shocked that she dropped her clipboard and ran out of the room. A minute later, a man with short cropped military hair and a nasty scowl on his face came back in the room with her.

"See?" she said.

"Son, what is wrong with you?" asked the man.

"Nothing sir" replied Vic.

"Then why in the hell are you dressed like that?"

"Because this is what I normally wear."

"How can you call that normal?"

"Because sir, even though I was born as a boy, in my heart I know I'm a girl."

The man shook his head. Here was a young man who looked normal, but he was wearing women's panties, a bra, and had his toenails painted a bright color of hot pink! His legs were shaved, as was his chest and armpits.

"You're a girl inside?" said the man, clearly not believing it.

"Yes sir. And as one, I hate the thought of taking a life. We women bring life into the world, not destroy it. I could never go to war."

"I think you're trying to get out of your duty to your country. I think you are faking this."

"No sir, I really am a girl" said Vic.

He had read that with the 'special status' he was applying for, they could not legally send him overseas to fight. He would be able to get out of it.

"All right. Those liberal politicians tied my hands. If I had my way, you'd be sent off with the rest of the grunts anyway. We'd cure you of your *illness*."

Vic didn't like the way he said that.

"So I tell you what son. You're not just getting out of this and going home. No sir. I am enrolling you in the program for D3."

"D3 sir?" said Vic.

"Domestic defense duty."

"But sergeant, that's the women's program" said the nurse. "This is most unusual."

"If 'Pinky' here thinks he's home free, he's wrong. He will go live with the women, train with the women, and do what the women do. But we will watch him closely. Any little slip-up, and he's going to be sent back to me."

He then turned to Vic.

"If I hear that you do anything, and I mean *anything* out of line, and you are toast. If you kiss one of your fellow women, or even look at one wrong, boom! You're out of there. If you do anything that proves you're not a woman, then bang! Your ass is mine. Do you understand soldier?!!!"

"Yes sir!" said Vic.

Now this was intriguing. He was going to train with the women's unit. That meant he would be surrounded by women all day, doing what they did, eating with them, sleeping with them, showering with them. It was a dream for a young man with raging hormones. They couldn't watch him 24 hours a day. He'd find a way to get together with one of his roomies, and make love all night long. This was going to be great!

* * *

Two days later, Vic arrived at Camp Ballard, where the women trained for domestic defense duty. He stood in line with a hundred young women who were all around his age.

"I think you're in the wrong line" said one of them to him.

"No, this is the right one."

"But D3 is only for women" she protested.

"That's how I've been classified" said Vic, holding up his card to show her.

"How'd you pull that off?" she asked him.

But she didn't have time to answer, because they had reached the front of the line. They were each given a pile of clothes, a backpack, and a card with their tent assignments.

"Go find your bunks, put on your uniform, and report to the mess hall" said a large lady. Vic was scared of her. She looked like she could snap him like a twig if she wanted to.

Vic found his tent, and walked in. Inside were a dozen women, in various states of dress and undress as they put their uniforms on.

"Get out you pervert!" screamed one.

"I'm sorry, but this is my tent too" he replied.

"No it's not! You get out!" yelled another.

"Attention!" yelled a woman in uniform. They all froze and stared at her.

"You will stop this bickering at once. You are all soldiers in the DDD, and you will treat each other with respect."

"But he's a man!" said someone.

"While he is here he's not. You will all treat him like a girl, like any of the rest of you. Is that understood?"

"But..." started one. She was cut off by a harsh stare from the woman. Next, she went over to Vic.

"I know what you're trying to do" she said. "I'm going to make your life miserable here. If I even catch a hint of you not being a girl, you are gone! If you don't walk, talk, act and think like a girl, then I'll know you're a fake, and you'll be shipped off right away. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am!" he said.

"Then lets see what you're made of. Put on your uniform. And remember, bras are mandatory at all times here. If any of you are ever caught without one...."

"Yes ma'am!" he said.

Vic unbundled his uniform, and was disheartened to see what it was. The top didn't look too bad, but instead of pants as he had envisioned, there was a skirt. He was going to have to wear a skirt, or face being sent over to train with the men, and be sent off to the war. He had no choice.

There were military issue panties, but that wasn't too bad. He had worn them for a couple of days, and he actually found them to be more comfortable than his boxers.

But the bra was another story. The one he wore for the physical was a nice soft cotton one, which was strange feeling at first, but not too bad. But this one was some kind of synthetic material which was much heavier. He guessed that since the women were going to have to do all sorts of athletic things in training, they needed more support for their breasts.

Thus, the bra was very heavy. But that wasn't really the bad part; it was the cups. The bra that Vic had worn before had cups made of Lycra, which had laid flat against his chest. But this one had cups which were made of some sort of very rigid material. Rigid enough that the cups of the bra retained their shape under his top, even though he had no breasts of his own.

He looked around. All of the girls now appeared to have the same sized breasts, with the heavy bras. And he appeared to have them too, just like all of the other girls.

He was also wearing a skirt now too, just like them. He didn't like how this was going.

"Med call!" yelled the sergeant. She came around, and handed each of them a packet of pills, and to told them to get a glass of water.

"You will receive medicine every day" she yelled in her clipped military manner. "And you will take all of your pills without exception. Now do it!"

They all swallowed the pills. Vic wondered what they were. He was relieved when one of the girls asked, so he wouldn't stand out by being the one to do it.

"Every day, you will take vitamins to ensure your health. You will take vaccines for various hazards you may encounter during combat operations. And regulation 45J-187 states that all female enlistees must take birth control pills every day."

"But we're not out here to get knocked up!" protested one woman.

"No, but we can't have you laid up by a bad period. And a woman with PMS with an AK-47 is not a pretty sight."

They all laughed except for Vic, who was pondering the fact that he was taking birth control pills, which would release female hormones into his bloodstream.

"Do I have to take the birth control pill too?" he asked.

"If you are to stay in this unit, then yes. If you don't want to be treated just like the other women, then you're welcome to go join the men at any time."

"I'll take the pill" he said, wondering what he was getting himself into here.

* * *

For the next month, life was hell for all of the enlistees in Vic's group. For example, one day they were woken up at 3:00am, told to get dressed in less than 2 minutes (which was hard for some of the girls to do, as well as Vic who was still a little slow in getting his bra fastened up). Then they had to do a 20 mile march in the rain carrying heavy backpacks.

Once they reached the destination, they had to dig holes in the mud, and more than one woman broke a nail causing fits of swearing. After eating the almost inedible prepackaged military food, then had to put their packs back on, march back 20 miles, and go to the gun range for a round of training.

They were all exhausted, wet, cold, hungry and miserable. And all this before noon!

But as it had for many generations, basic training in the army eventually did what it set out to do: It built them into a cohesive team, where they learned to rely on each other, and trusted each other with their lives. It also taught them discipline, and the skills they would need if they were ever put into a combat role.

But for Vic, it taught him many other things. He had never really been around women full time. Yes, he had been out on dates, or hung out with his cousin. But this was different. For 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, he was surrounded by only women. All his conversations were with women. He dressed as a woman, walked, talked, ate, and even had to think like a woman in order to not get sent overseas with the men.

At first, the women in his unit did not accept him at all. They thought he was some pervert, trying to get in there so he could have sex with them all (which wasn't a bad idea in his mind!). Yes, there were tall ones, short ones, medium ones; there were thin ones, fat ones, and ones in the middle; there were pretty ones, ugly ones, plain ordinary ones, and even two gorgeous ones. But there were no other men. So the ladies were slow to accept him.

On the very second day, they all had to take a shower together. That afternoon, Vic was called into the office by the sergeant.

"Son, you're got a big problem, and I think we might need to send you off to be with the boys."

"No!" said Vic. He hadn't done anything! This wasn't fair.

"I've had several women in your unit complain to me today. They said that when you all showered together, that the pole between your legs was flying at full staff. It made them feel uncomfortable, like you want to have sex with them."

"I'm sorry ma'am, but its not something that I have full control over. Sometimes it just does it on its own."

"A likely story."

"No really, its true."

"My first thought was to just throw you out, but today is your lucky day. I am giving you a break. I am going to let you stay here, but you're going to need to do something about your self-control."

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