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Duty by Waldo

A transgender story set sometime in the future when Earth belongs to a 
Unionization of Planets and is at war with an alien race.  The Earth General 
in charge of the space war is a hard man who has to deal with a personal 
problem.  His son is captured by the enemy and transformed into a woman.  

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Duty    
By Waldo    

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Duty

By Waldo (mellin6695@aol.com)

Chapter 1 - The mission

"General Kaufmann, I regret to inform you that we've had 
hostile contact with an unknown enemy force over Griais-
4. Our scout group of six fighter shuttle's were fired on 
and one of the shuttles was shot down."

The tall, slender, distinguished late-middle-aged man with 
the ramrod straight military bearing looks up from the 
table-sized monitor. The monitor is currently displaying a 
3-D geographic holographic projection of the quadrant of 
space that the General has been tasked to absorb into the 
Unionization of Planets current expansion scheme.  His 
direct orders are to absorb the nearest Hyloid controlled 
planets at any cost. 

Pointing his index finger at the monitor, he activates a 
computer pointer which highlights a small planet in the 
projection. The pointer activates the computer's monotone 
voice to describe the pointed target. "Griais-4, a planet 
capable of supporting humanoid life. Inhabited by a 
humanoid-type life-force evaluated to currently be eight to 
twelve centuries behind Earth's current stage of scientific 
and cultural development. The planet hasn't been visited 
by Unionization Explorers in the last one hundred and 
sixty-two years.  Griais-4 has been frequently used as a 
fuel-base by the Hyloids and is considered a hostile 
planet."

The General's steely-gray eyes look up from the computer's 
3-D holographic projection and focus on Colonel Carl 
McGee who just interrupted the General's private planning 
session. The Old Man's sarcasm is tinted with a hint of 
anger as he responds to his subordinate and long time 
friend's undesired interruption. "Thank you Colonel 
McGee. I'm very happy that you thought that I should 
know everything that is going on in our current battles. 
Silly me was trying to limit myself to studying the current 
battle with the Hyloids around Vemus."

Rising to his feet and turning to face the Colonel, the now-
obviously angry General continues to belittle his 
subordinate. The strain of being on his feet for over thirty 
hours straight is showing in his words and attitude. "I've 
got to stay focused on the big picture. I've currently got six 
battleships, each staffed with over three thousand men, in 
armed conflicts with a much greater Hyloid force and you 
interrupt me to tell me that we've lost one small six-man 
scout shuttle. That damn planet is two light years away 
from the main battle. Why should I care about the loss of 
one scout shuttle when I'm trying to keep from losing over 
eighteen thousand men in a major battle today?"

The Colonel's voice doesn't waiver "Because sir, the scout 
shuttle was piloted by Lieutenant Jay Kaufmann. It's been 
verified that your son has been shot down."

******

The ship-to-ship image communicator displays an image of 
a young Unionization Major, dressed in full battle gear, 
standing by waiting for the General. Just by sitting down 
in the chair in front of the communicator, General 
Kaufmann activates his camera to transmit his image to 
the waiting Major. Without waiting for the customary 
military identification by the subordinate officer, the 
General's fast paced voice reveals his concern "Thank you 
Major Edwards. I recognize that it was a little unusual for 
me to pull a fighter-level shuttle from an active battle and 
send it in search of a downed scout shuttle when we've got 
so many other scout shuttles also shot down around 
Vemus. Lieutenant Kaufmann, the pilot, is my only son 
and I've always hoped that he would follow in my 
footsteps. You're my only option for rescuing my son and 
his team. What have you learned since you arrived at 
Griais-4?"

There are ten seconds of awkward silence while the 
General's questions are transmitted across the millions of 
miles of space to the Major. Then the Major responds 
"Approximately two hundred and seventeen hours ago, 
Scout Vessel NBD-172, piloted by Lieutenant Kaufmann 
was part of a six shuttle exploration mission to evaluate 
the current status of Griais-4's involvement in our war. All 
vessels' Captains were warned that Griais-4 should be 
considered a hostile environment. Following standard 
procedures, the six scout Vessels parked in standard 
quadrant orbit position around the planet and began 
remote monitoring. Vessel NBD-172, under the command 
of Captain Harold Brock and piloted by Lieutenant 
Kaufmann, was assigned to the North Pole Quadrant. 
Approximately four hours after going into orbit, Captain 
Brock received a warning from one of the other scout 
Captains that the Griais-4 inhabitants were responding to 
their presence with Electro-shock waves. Following 
standard procedures, Captain Brock gave orders to 
Lieutenant Kaufmann to move the scout Vessel to a 
slightly higher orbit that should be safe from any type of 
waves. Before the small ship could move to a safer height, 
NBD-172 was hit broadside with an Electro-shock wave. 
As the vessel fell out of orbit, Captain Brock transmitted 
the full version of the events to the other scout ships. The 
other five scout vessels meanwhile pulled back to a much 
higher orbit and continued monitoring. They recorded the 
crash of the vessel onto the planet's surface but were 
unable to implement any rescue plan because the scout 
ship's very light armament is insufficient to mount an 
attack on a heavily fortified command post. Using the 
surgically implanted tracing chips that every soldier 
carries within their body, they've determined that at least 
three crewmembers were killed by the initial crash impact. 
Lieutenant Kaufmann and two of the Ensigns survived. 
Tracking of the tracing chips indicates that the three 
survivors separated and tried to hide in the surrounding 
areas. One of the tracing chips revealed that its soldier, 
Ensign Tad Malone, was seriously injured and needed 
medical attention. Ensign Malone died about five hours 
after the crash. Three hours later, the Lieutenant 
Kaufmann and Ensign Garod's individual tracing chips 
indicated that they had possibly been captured. Reason for 
that assumption, is that said individuals movement across 
the terrain suddenly increased to a rapid-moving pace that 
indicates some type of mechanized transportation and 
subsequently Ensign Garod's chip began reporting his 
death. Perhaps due to a battle during their capture. That 
was about all that the Scout Ships could tell us. Since 
arriving in orbit around Griais-4 about three hours ago, 
we've found and locked onto Lieutenant Kaufmann's 
tracing chip. We've certain that he's been captured and is 
currently been held prisoner in one of their techno-cities. I 
regret to inform you that our remote evaluation of the data 
being secretly transmitted by his personal chip indicates 
that he's currently in a highly drugged state. From that 
data, we think that they are using unknown drugs to 
question him and possibly break his spirit. Nothing else is 
known about his current status except that he appears to 
be the sole survivor." 

The Major pauses in his explanation and waits for the 
General's orders. There is just a hint of hesitation in the 
senior officer's demeanor as the General whispers in a half 
sobbing, half lucid voice "He's my only son. Bring him out 
alive and I'll make sure that you are promoted."

******

"General, we've just received an emergency broadcast from 
Major Edwards, using the old radio frequencies. 
Apparently, his ship received heavy damages during the 
rescue attempt and he's unable to communicate using 
normal methods. The coded message indicates that he 
landed on Griais-4, fought his way into the area where 
your son was being held and was able to recover him. He's 
currently flying through hyper-space and should be here 
in about sixty hours. He reports the loss of twelve Marines 
and another forty-three wounded. He's also reported that 
Lieutenant Kaufmann will need medical treatment upon 
arrival."

A look of relief passes across the General's normally stern 
face. Spinning in his Command Chair to face Colonel 
McGee, the General orders "I need to justify expending so 
many men to recover just one man. Come up with some 
reason for the official records and document the 
importance of this rescue mission so that it appears that 
the rescue was appropriately worth the cost in other lives. 
Then arrange for every man under Major Edward's 
command to acquire a one-grade promotion; even the dead 
ones. Have medical personnel standing by to receive Major 
Edward's ship when it arrives. Naturally I expect the 
seriously wounded to get the main medical attention, but 
see what you can personally do to get my son immediately 
whisked to Sick Bay upon docking. I want him on his feet 
as quickly as possible and back to duty." 

******

"General, you asked to be notified when Major Edward's 
vessel docked. It's attaching to the hull now and will be 
ready for boarding in about twenty minutes. Reason that it 
will take so long is that there is still a communication 
problem with the Major's damaged ship and he's having to 
dock manually. Medical personnel are waiting outside the 
air lock. A special team has been detailed to rush your son 
to Sick Bay."

The General barely looks away from the large monitor that 
everyone else in the main Strategy/War Room is intently 
staring at and studying the 3-D computer generated battle 
simulations. The monitor is displaying scenes of a huge 
battle at one of the planets.

Waving a hand to dismiss the Colonel, the General snaps a 
reply "Can't leave my post now. We've taken out their main 
space platform and are about to meet one of their main 
battleship class vessels in a one-on-one conflict that is 
going to be a decisive battle for that quadrant of space. 
When Edward's ship docks, move my son to Sick Bay and 
I'll come see him when this far away battle has been 
decided."

******

"Where's my son?"

Colonel McGee steps away from a doctor who immediately 
busies himself by rapidly writing in the medical chart that 
he's holding. The slightly nervous Colonel waves a hand 
toward a nearby doorway while suggesting "Your son is 
still sleeping from the effects of the wide variety of drugs 
that the Griais injected into him when they captured him. 
The doctors have given him something that should awaken 
Lieutenant Kaufmann in a couple of hours. I suggest that 
you step into this private room where Major Edwards is 
waiting for you. He's got some information that you need to 
know before you see your son."

"Yes, yes, that sounds appropriate. I need to congratulate 
Major Edwards personally for his success. Lead the way, 
Colonel."

The Colonel opens the closed door to the private room 
while announcing "On your feet!"

General Kaufmann barely recognizes the young officer who 
he had only seen that one previous time via the 
telecommunicator some ninety hours earlier. Gone is the 
starched uniform and crisp military appearance that the 
young Major displayed at that earlier meeting. His dirty 
uniform is ripped in several places and coated with several 
layers of dried blood. The General recognizes that such a 
large quantity of dried blood had to be mainly from where 
the officer came in close physical contact with many 
wounded men during the battle. The Major pushes to his 
feet but it's obvious from his painful grimace and awkward 
movements that he's hurting from his own untreated 
minor wounds.

Having been in similar circumstances himself several 
times during his early military days, General Kaufmann 
tries to establish a personal bond with the young officer 
instead of the normal strict military aloofness. Crossing 
the small room in a quick stride, the General grabs the 
injured Major's arm as he gently guides the wounded man 
back into a sitting position. "You're a hell of a good man, 
Major Edwards. Sit your ass down before you fall flat on 
your face. My god, why didn't you let a medic look at you 
while you waited on me?"

"I'll be all right as soon as I've had time to rest, Sir. With a 
large part of my crew injured and my ship damaged, I've 
been on my feet almost constantly since the battle."

"Tell me about it."  

The Major's youthful face ages several years as he 
grimaces from some unseen painful wound. Tightly 
grasping the senior officer's clean hand with his bloody-
ooze-covered hand, the young Major stares into the older 
man's eyes. Even before he speaks, the Major's eyes 
transmit various mixed signals of pain, confusion, anger, 
and relief. Clinching the General's hand tightly, the Major's 
rushed voice and steely-eyed glare remind the old warrior 
of a dying warrior who had something to say before he 
died.

"Sir, it was total hell. They were waiting for us to land 
because they knew that we were coming for their prisoner. 
We had no choice once we landed but to proceed into their 
trap. They outnumbered us by least five to one but we 
refused to surrender. Unable to temporary pull back and 
regroup, we did what we had to do.  We kicked their ass, 
knowing that it was a do or die situation for us. A small 
group of my men fought to protect the ship while another 
group cleared a path to their medical ward building.  We 
charged into the medical ward where our sensors 
reported.."

The young officer's obviously distraught body stiffens and 
his fingers clinch tightly around the older man's hands as 
he fights to tell the details of his story without becoming 
overly emotional. General Kaufmann ignores the other 
man's fingernails digging tightly into the palms of his 
hands as the young officer fights to tell the story of the 
too-deadly battle that is too fresh in the Major's memories. 
Having spent all of his own young life in similar 
circumstances on the deadly battlefield with dying 
soldiers, the General recognizes that the obviously stressed 
young Major has something to say and has to say it in his 
own words.

"Sensors. That's how we were able to track him and to 
know exactly where he was at on that damn world. They 
knew that he had a chip implanted in him and were using 
his chip to lure us to him. They wanted to capture more of 
us. At first when we landed, they were shooting to only 
wound but we were killing so damn many of them, that 
they quickly switched to killing mode also. My second in 
command, Captain Dave Moody.. Damn best fighter 
that I ever saw. I know that he killed at least thirty of them 
before they got him. Damn Electro-shock exploded his 
heart. He was dying but he still managed to kill one more 
of them before..."

"There now! Go ahead and cry. It's only the three of us in 
this room. Colonel McGee and myself have been in similar 
circumstances many times before. I know what it's like to 
lose a good man."

Major Edward's neck bends as his head drops limply as if 
his head is supported on a spring instead of many neck 
bones. For several long seconds, there is total silence in 
the room except for several deep gasping breaths as the 
young officer fights to keep from crying but his tired and 
wounded body finally caves in.

After several gasps, the Major lifts his head and stares 
maniacally at the General's face "It was a trap. They 
captured your son and injected him with their damn 
drugs, knowing that we were coming after him. Then they 
put his naked body on a pedestal and let it sleep while 
they waited on us to arrive and for their damn drugs to 
modify his body. They wanted to capture us and to do the 
same damn thing to us also."

The General's relaxed body snaps ramrod straight as the 
young Major's unexpected words snap him alert. In a 
thousand's of a second, the General's attitude changes 
from commensurating with a fellow warrior to a rigid 
attitude of wariness. Pulling his hand from the Major's 
tight grasp, the General rams his hand up under the 
Major's throat, not caring if that hard movement could 
further hurt the already injured officer. Locking his hand 
around the shocked Major's neck to force the Major's head 
to stay focused on the General's face, the General's rushed 
words reveal his anger "What modification? What did they 
do to my son?"

While a face can remain expressionless so that it's 
impossible to tell if the face is lying, the eyes can't lie. The 
young officer's tightly held face didn't change expression at 
all but his eyes reflected a glimmer of humor, a hint of 
success, and a recollection of all the good men that died to 
recover the General's son. Then the eyes dimmed as if the 
injured and exhausted young officer just wanted to go 
somewhere and die. When he began speaking, he didn't 
move his mouth because of the General's hand tightly 
clinching his neck but just stammered. "I thought that you 
knew what happened but you really don't know, do you? I 
sent it in my report just before my comm systems totally 
failed."

Beside the General, the Colonel rapidly tries to defuse a 
critical situation. "We thought that the Major's confidential 
report was somehow scrambled during transmission. I 
looked at the report personally and couldn't believe it 
could be possible. So I didn't tell you."

Letting go of Major Edward's throat so fast that the off-
balance Major almost falls out of his chair, General 
Kaufmann leaps to his feet and moves slowly toward the 
Colonel as if he's going to choke him also "What didn't you 
tell me?"

Colonel McGee discovers that he can't back up another 
step within the now-too-small room and stares terrified at 
his superior officer as if a death sentence has just been 
placed on him. His voice stutters as he feels his back 
pressed into a corner as the steely-eye senior officer keeps 
moving toward him in a threatening manner. "That the 
Griais selected your son for integration into their society. 
That they gave him drugs to change him and turn him 
into...into..into"

While the General is concentrating on mentally forcing the 
scared senior aide into talking, Major Edwards sits up in 
his chair and watches the angry General moving slowly 
toward the obviously terrified Colonel who has no place to 
run. Reaching into an inner pocket, Major Edwards pulls a 
cigarette out of his pocket and breaks the silence of the 
room by flipping his cigarette lighter open.

Jerking his head hard enough to almost break a bone, 
General Kaufmann stares at the young officer who's coolly 
taking the time to light a cigarette before answering his 
questions. The slight marijuana odor that's quickly filled 
the air alerts the General that the cigarette is an outlawed 
brand that's more dope than tobacco. As soon as the 
cigarette is glowing brightly, the young officer clicks his 
lighter shut and looks up with a bemused grin on his dirty 
face as if he's got a raunchy joke to share among close 
friends. The cigarette bobbles from the corner of his mouth 
as he coolly answers the question.

"What the Colonel is trying to tell you is that they 
physically changed your son into your daughter. 
Lieutenant Kaufmann is now a very beautiful babe. A 
gorgeous babe whose lush body will never look a day older 
than it looks right now. Yep, you've now got a pretty 
daughter with a very nice female's body. General, when we 
get a chance to relax a little and to be a little more social, 
I'm going to request your permission for the opportunity to 
try to fuck your new pretty daughter."

----



Chapter 2 - How is this possible?

"Yeah, they gave him some drugs. While we were pulling 
out of the lab with the now womanly body of your 
unconscious son, I also captured one of their technicians 
and questioned him on the way back here. He didn't want 
to talk but just before he died from some 'mild torture', he 
told me the total story which we've got on tape. Seems that 
four to five hundred years ago, the Griais-4 medical 
researchers discovered a way to grow genetically improved 
babies in a test-tube lab. Before too long, the much 
healthier test-tube babies were in charge of the world and 
tried to improve on their already perfect chromosomes and 
genes as they got rid of the old previous generations. They 
fucked up and almost destroyed their total population with 
their lab chemicals. Seems that the new batch of genes 
created an almost totally male population over one 
generation. They suddenly had a world without women. 
They could create more of the men in their lab, but they 
couldn't create a test-tube woman. Because of the test-
tubes birthing ability, population growth wasn't the 
problem, but individual sexual gratification with a woman 
was the problem. So they started looking at alternatives. 
They discovered that they could modify someone and 
easily chemically transform them from being a genetic 
perfect man into a genetic perfect woman. Naturally not 
too many men were volunteering for the procedure so they 
came up with a three step process whereby they resolved 
their dilemmas with socially unacceptable problem males. 
Or prisoners of war. First they physically transform the 
usually unwilling subject into a perfect specimen of 
beautiful womanhood. Second they permanently 
stimulated the new woman's hormones so that the 
transformed new she felt like doing things with her new 
male friends that only an extremely horny woman would 
feel like doing. And third, they removed all memories of her 
life as a man so that she would think that she was born a 
natural woman and would happily accept her new role in 
life. Once transformed, she would look exactly the same for 
the rest of her life, even when she was in her nineties or 
older. Something in the chemicals permanently locks in 
the total physical characteristics to include the youthful 
appearance. Yeah, it's a regular Fountain of Youth, but 
only if you become a fucking slut for the rest of your 
otherwise natural life. They had started the transformation 
process on your son and were looking at capturing all of 
us to also be converted into their future love goddesses. 
They were planning on capturing not only my ship but 
transforming my one hundred and twenty-seven ass-
kicking Marines into more genetically perfect mentally-
submissive horny beautiful women for them to fuck. That's 
why they tried to only wound us at first instead of killing 
us as soon as we stepped off of my ship. Fucking 
bastards."

It was the most impossible story that General Waldo 
Kaufmann had ever heard in his total life. But the injured 
and slightly dazed young officer's words were hard to 
disbelieve. There are times that you instinctively know that 
someone is lying and other times that you know that 
you're hearing the fucking truth.

A puppet will limply collapse when the tension on the 
puppet's strings is eased. That's the way that the Supreme 
Military Commander of the Unionization of Planets looked 
at that moment. Instead of a rigid ramrod-straight military 
man whose steely glint could willingly sentence an entire 
division of ten thousand men to die before retreating from 
a battle, there was a slack-jawed Old Man who could 
barely stand on his own two feet. An Old Man who had 
also obviously just peed in his trousers upon hearing the 
upsetting news about his only son's transformation into a 
woman. 
 
He turns his head slowly as if every moment is painful and 
stares into the eyes of his long time trusted junior officer 
that he almost choked only seconds earlier. He doesn't 
have to say anything because Colonel McGee understands 
the many unspoken questions. "We couldn't believe it 
either. As soon as I read the radio transmission, I placed a 
cone on silence on everyone that had seen the message. 
Then I rushed to Sick Bay and assembled the best team of 
medical researchers that we have in the fleet. They didn't 
believe it either, but did a lot of research while we were 
waiting on Major Edward's ship to arrive with your.. son. 
About four to five hours ago, we found some supporting 
documentation that the rulers of the planet could possibly 
have a transformation technology. We didn't tell you then 
because we still didn't believe it was possible. I was there 
when the ship arrived and went on board the docked 
vessel to see for myself as soon as the airlock opened. My 
selected team of Sick Bay staff showed me an unconscious 
woman that they positively identified as Jay. The woman 
had Jay's surgically implanted chip in her body and she 
also had his fingerprints. While still on board the ship, 
they did a DNA test and his new DNA is very close to Jay's 
old DNA. The doctor explained it as being so close that we 
would have assumed that the new woman was Jay's sister 
if we hadn't known the truth."

"Take me to. take me, please, I beg you. Take me to see 
my son."

Putting an arm around the limp older man's shoulders to 
help support him, Colonel McGee gently guides his long-
time superior officer toward a closed door at the back of 
the room. Just as the Colonel opens the door with one 
foot, he carefully drops his arm around the General's waist 
to provide more support as soon as the transformed child 
is seen.

The pushed-open door reveals an unconscious woman 
lying on a medical bed in a large private hospital room. As 
soon as General Kaufmann sees her, he pulls away from 
Colonel McGee's grasp and rushes to the side of the bed. 
Somehow, he finds the strength to stand unsupported 
beside the bed.

The unconscious woman looks like Sleeping Beauty 
waiting for her Prince to come awaken her with a magical 
kiss. Only this Sleeping Beauty is totally naked and has 
several medical devices attached to one of her arms.

Standing beside the bed, the obviously confused and 
weaken military commander glances first at the visible 
vagina lips at the intersection of some very womanly 
thighs. It isn't a voyeur type look of a dirty Old Man 
peeping at a sleeping woman's body, but more of a 
scientific verification glance that a cunt, not a cock, 
defines the basic sexual backbone of this transformed 
child. His eyes quickly move up the perfect flat stomach to 
the perfect two round examples of woman flesh that many 
a Marine has spent his monthly pay just to peek at similar 
rounded boobs in a striptease joint. 

The General's mouth is gaping partially open as he stares 
at the rounded perfection of the natural looking breasts as 
they slowly rise and fall in time with the new woman's 
shallow breathing. He doesn't realize it until too late but 
his clinched hand has unclenched and is reaching toward 
the woman's breast as if to touch it to verify by feel that 
it's a real breast. His hand pauses with his finger tip only 
two to three inches from the nearest nipple and a drop of 
sweat forms on his face as he fights an intense internal 
struggle. One side of him wants to touch the breast to 
verify that it feels like a soft breast while the other side 
keeps reminding him that his son has rights. To touch the 
breast without permission is very different from what the 
highly discipline officer wants to do.

Pulling his hand back and moving more toward the head of 
the bed, he stares at the unfamiliar, yet somehow very 
familiar face of the transformed woman. There's no trace of 
his son's broad chin nor the familiar flat cheeks and deep-
set eyes. Instead it's a soft feminine face very reminiscence 
of the youth's mother. High cheekbones, narrow chin, 
delicate neck, long thick eyelashes and a pair of lush 
kissable lips have replaced the son's normal features. The 
woman's perfect complexion is framed by a mass of thick 
brown natural curls that remind General Kaufmann of 
many hot steamy nights spent with the youth's mother 
during his infrequent shore duty assignments.

Never taking his eyes from the transformed youth's face, 
he asks, "Why is he..why is Jay still sleeping?"

Colonel McGee puts his hand on his long-time friend's 
shoulder as if the two of them are viewing a dead body in a 
funeral home before he answers "Because we don't know 
how the chemicals works and he's been kept asleep while 
we do tests. We've had our sharpest people reviewing the 
tape that Edwards made where he questioned the now-
dead Griais-4 research technician. Because we don't know 
which combination of chemicals was injected into Jay, we 
don't know the eventual full results of the transformation. 
We are currently looking at it like a crawly thing asleep in 
a cocoon. We could open it early but the bug might die. So 
we're waiting to see what steps out of the cocoon when Jay 
finishes his transformation. As you can see, he's physically 
now a woman. What we don't know, is how much of a 
woman will he be when he finally wakes up. Will the new 
person who eventually awakens, be a beautiful woman but 
with Jay's male mind, have full recall of his memories and 
every aspect of his life-long 'son-of-General-Kaufmann' 
personality? Or will the new person be a beautiful woman 
with Jay's memories and a slut's personality who only lives 
to ease the internal itches caused by her over-active 
feminine hormones? Or will the new person be a beautiful 
woman who thinks that she was born a natural woman 
and has no memories of ever being Lieutenant Jay 
Kaufmann? We don't know and we're waiting."

The Old Man's eyes begin moving up and down the 
woman's body as if he's searching for some secret that the 
rest of them have somehow overlooked. After several long 
seconds of gazing at something that can only be described 
as a natural woman's body, the General's words are so low 
that Colonel McGee can barely hear the Old Man's 
comments. "I hope that his memories are totally destroyed. 
That way, he'll never have to know the truth nor bear the 
horrible shame of his transformation."

This time, it's the Colonel's legs which become slack and 
he has to grasp the bed-rail to support himself. Staring at 
the firm and locked chin of his long-time friend, his rushed 
words reveal his confusion "My god, what are you wishing 
for? This is Jay that you're talking about. This is the son 
that you bounced on your legs and that we taught to play 
rocketball when he was in Junior High. This is the son 
that you've always planned upon eventually being 
promoted to General and then to becoming President later. 
How can you wish for that to occur to Jay?"

The General's back becomes ramrod straight and he turns 
to face his friend. Aside from the still wet pee stain on his 
trousers, he's every inch of the military leader that he is 
under other circumstances. Holding his head high, he 
responds in a clear concise voice. "A woman in our society 
is nothing more than a second-class citizen. Ever since the 
repeal of most of the Constitutional Amendments about 
three hundred years when we discovered that we were 
hopelessly bogged down in moral dilemmas, our male-led 
society has treated women as being nothing more than 
bedroom play-toys for men. Women typically can't serve in 
leadership roles, they can't vote and are expected to do 
nothing more than satisfy our carnal desires and raise our 
children. Jay is now a woman and fits into that category 
because of the cunt between his legs. Thus if he awakens 
and has no memory of ever being male, then he'll be much 
better off if he thinks that he was actually born a woman. 
His mother and I will privately bury our memories of our 
dead son and will some day celebrate giving our pretty new 
daughter away to some lucky man. Perhaps the young 
Major Edwards would like to earn another promotion 
probability and provide my beautiful new virginal daughter 
with the opportunity to become a supportive military wife." 

"Become your son-in-law? No fucking way. Since they took 
away combat pay incentives, you can't pay me to become a 
'close' member of your family, General. Oh, don't get me 
wrong. I'll fuck her because I've never met a woman that I 
wouldn't fuck if given half the opportunity. But I'm not 
looking for a wife. Now if you two old farts will forgive me, 
I'm feeling very dizzy from this good shit that I've been 
smoking and I'm going to go find that doctor that I pushed 
away a few minutes ago."

Glaring at the dazed look on the injured young officer's 
face standing behind them in the open doorway, General 
Kaufmann recognizes that the man's bravado is a result of 
the mixed drugs within his cigarette which emboldens him 
to speak thusly. The senior officer nods his head as 
dismissal before he notices the confused and shocked look 
on Colonel McGee's face. 

Deliberately grasping the unconscious woman's nearest 
nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he continues 
discussing his rationale "See this nipple. It's a woman's 
nipple. It's attached to a woman's breast. There are two big 
boobs riding on Jay's chest now. And a very real looking 
cunt between his legs. Based upon what I've heard so far, 
he's going to look exactly like this until the day that he 
dies. I know that you may think that what I've just said is 
cruel, but look at it from my perspective. I'm a trained 
military man. I'm paid to analyze situations and to know 
when to cut my losses. I'm paid to send people off to die 
and to somehow deal with the emotional aspects of my job. 
So it's easy for me to see that my son is gone. In his place 
is a woman. A woman with tits. A woman with a cunt. A 
woman with lips made for sucking a man's cock. A woman 
with a soft body which has been chemically modified to 
constantly have several inner itches that need scratching 
by a cock. So for all practical purposes, my son is gone. As 
a woman, Jay can't be an officer in the military, much less 
ever have the opportunity to someday lead our armies. If 
this new person awakens and has Jay's memories, then I'll 
deal with having to help my new daughter learn her proper 
place in our society and adapt to being considered a cunt 
by every man in the world. Hell, I might even order Major 
Edwards to fuck her and get that part of her training out 
of the way. And if necessary, I'll drug her and drop her off 
at the nearest Marines barracks to let them break that 
virginal cherry. So you can see why I think that it's for the 
best that it's a total transformation, and that Jay totally 
loses all of his memories so that he has no memory of 
what he could have been if he hadn't been transformed 
into a woman."

****** 

A surgical-clad doctor sticks his head through the partially 
opened doorway and informs the waiting men "Sir, I think 
that Lieutenant Jackson is about to awaken."

Rising slowly to his feet as if he's a tired Old Man seeking 
strength from some invisible source, General Kaufmann's 
backbone grows rigid as the initial tiredness is replaced by 
a coiled strength. By the time that the General walks 
through the doorway behind the doctor, his ramrod 
military bearing is totally back.

Standing beside the bed again as he stares at the still 
sleeping body of his transformed son, even his untrained 
eye is able to recognize the signs of rapidly approaching 
conscious. The eyelids are twitching as the hidden eyeballs 
move; the fingers are jerking slightly as muscles spasm 
and there is a noticeable slightly rapid movement of the 
chest as more oxygen is sucked through the partially open 
lips. 

As he watches, one of the sleeping eyelids pulls halfway 
back, revealing a non-seeing eyeball that just blankly 
stares up at the ceiling. The General's normally stern 
countenance fades into a fatherly look of concern and his 
hand reaches for the slightly jerking fingers of his 
transformed son as if the motion will sooth the son's 
discomfort. But just as quickly as his large male hand 
touches the unfamiliar soft smaller woman's hand, he 
jerks his hand back as if he's touched something deadly.

Bending slightly at the waist, he leans forward to place his 
face in direct sight of the open unseeing eye so that the 
unfocused eye has to see his face. Holding his breath, he 
whispers "Wake up."

The woman's other eyelid slowly pulls back reveling the 
other unfocused eye. Not saying anything as he bites his 
lips, the Old Man notices that the son's "just like your 
father's" eyes have also changed color. The son's deadly 
steel-gray eyes are now a soft hazel brown color.

The woman's lips began opening a little more and a salvia 
coated tongue wipes across the dried lips as the eyeballs 
begin trying to focus. After several seconds of unseeing 
glances, the Hazel eyes begin working in unison as they 
focus on the General's face. The woman's lips move slowly 
as the transformed youth hoarsely whispers "Dad?"

Clearing his throat, the General's hesitating words reveal 
his inner turmoil "Everything's going to be all right. You've 
been hurt and you're on my Command Ship now. What is 
your name?"

The woman's dazed look changes to one of more confusion 
as the brow wrinkles as if thinking is difficult. Then the 
womanly lips slowly respond "Jay. My name is Lieutenant 
Jay Kaufmann of the Unionization of Planets."

Whether the General moves because a drop of nervous 
perspiration drops from his brow onto the woman's body 
or because he's found out everything that he wants to 
know, isn't known. Returning to a more normal posture, 
his voice is strong. "Everything's going to be all right. Well, 
I've been on my feet for almost twenty-seven hours now 
and my energy is very low. For seventeen of the hours, I 
was in a pitched battle and the rest of the time has been 
spent here with you. I'm going to go to my quarters and get 
some rest because the Hyloids are currently demanding 
my utmost attention. Colonel McGee's got some 
explanations that you'll probably want to hear. After you've 
had some time to recover and understand what McGee's 
going to tell you, we'll talk."

Spinning in a military precise move as if he's on a military 
parade ground, the General leaves the room without 
looking back at his son's confused new face. 

******

"What is the status of the fuel supply for the tankers?"

Colonel McGee presses several places on the small monitor 
screen in front of him as he attempts to call up the 
information that the General is requesting him to discuss. 
General Kaufmann remains standing at the head of the 
large conference table surrounded by his top staff as they 
conduct the normal daily strategy meeting. Seeing that it's 
obvious that Colonel McGee hasn't reviewed the data yet or 
analyzed the potential impacts if inadequate fuel supplies 
exist, the General shows why he's a General and they're all 
Colonels. He puts the Colonel in his place with a mild 
rebut. "Colonel McGee, in the future, please be prepared to 
intelligently discuss your area of responsibility at future 
staff meetings."

Looking up from his screen as if a knife was just driven 
through his heart, the junior officer's hurt shows in the 
quavering tone of his voice and pained look on his face. 
"I'm sorry but I've just spent the last five hours with Jay in 
Sick Bay and I've been on my feet almost thirty-seven 
hours now." 

Glancing around at the faces of his staff, it's easy for 
General Kaufmann to recognize that everyone on his staff 
is already familiar with the details of his son's 
transformations. Although Colonel McGee had placed a 
Cone of Silence around the assembled small medical team, 
the word had somehow leaked out so that everyone on the 
large vessel was already aware of the transformation even 
before his son awakened. After the General had left 
Colonel McGee in the Sick Bay hospital room with the 
awkward task of telling Lieutenant Kaufmann the known 
details of the transformation process, the ship was already 
abuzz with rumors. Just walking from the Sick Bay to his 
personal quarters after the meeting with his son, the 
General could tell by the quizzical looks on everyone's 
faces and their unnaturally furtive attitudes when they 
saw him, that everyone on board the ship knew that 
Griais-4 had chemical drugs that could transform healthy 
men into wanton pretty women. As warriors, everyone was 
ready to face death in battle but few Marines were ready to 
face the potential of a lifetime of bras, lipstick, hairspray, 
high heels and becoming a willing cocksucker for their 
enemies.

Recognizing that now was probably going to be the best 
time to bring an unpleasant subject out into the open and 
to explain to his personal staff, General Kaufmann did 
something that he seldom did at one of his staff meetings. 
He sat down.

Normally he stood so that he could intimidate his sitting 
staff and everyone was very aware that the longer that he 
stood, the easier he became aggravated. Using the seldom 
used chair gave his words a more personal meaning and 
also allowed him to discuss stuff that he thought might 
make his knees weak. "I know everyone knows about my 
son's..accident already. Everyone on Major Edward's 
vessel knew about the transformation and they spread the 
word as soon as they hit the nearest bar after docking. 
Because we've now got undeniable proof that it really 
happened to Jay, we are getting ready to document the 
details as known and inform our other vessels to stay away 
from that planet for the time being. So let me say it once 
and then let's move to discuss the military related subjects 
that we're paid to discuss. My son was injected with 
unknown chemicals on Griais-4 that transformed him into 
a woman. At first, we were worried that the drugs might 
also destroy his memory but in a short discussion with 
him when he awakened, he verified that his memories are 
intact. There is no known antidote so my son will remain a 
woman for the rest of his life. Just as I have to adapt to my 
son's new female body, so will he have to learn to adapt to 
his new place in our society. After my son's current 
weakened medical condition improves so that he's able to 
submit his resignation from the military, I'll ship him back 
home where his mother can help him adapt to a lifestyle 
more appropriate for his new body. I.."

"Beg pardon sir, but I must inform you that your last 
statement is slightly incorrect. My just-completed 
discussion with Lieutenant Kaufmann indicates that he 
intends to remain on active duty and to continue to serve 
his government as a military officer. We've not confirmed it 
yet by tests but transformation into a woman shouldn't 
have impacted his excellent pilot skills. After a short rest, 
Lieutenant Kaufmann should be ready to return to full 
combat duty within the week and to resume his duties as 
pilot on a Scout Ship."

The twenty-some senior military officers in the room 
instantly begin a jerking motion of their heads, 
reminiscent of a crowd at a Ping-Pong match. But instead 
of following a bouncing ball, they are rapidly looking back 
and forth at Colonel McGee's stern face and General 
Kaufmann's confused face.

Everyone on the staff knows the signs of an impending 
General Kaufmann tirade, such as the throbbing blood 
vessel on his forehead, his pale face, and his trembling lip. 
Depending upon the particular event, usually they only get 
to see one of those signs before the General typically 
explodes upon his subordinate target. But at this moment, 
the General is displaying all three signs and the group is 
slightly stunned and grateful that weapons aren't 
permitted in the Conference Room.

"Uhhhhhh, thank you Colonel. But I think that after I 
explain to my son that it's legally impossible for that to 
occur because he's now a woman, that he'll accept his fate 
and return to Earth."

"No sir. I must apologize to you for taking time from my 
official duties to look after your son's welfare while you 
rested. After I explained the circumstances of his current 
situation to him and he had a little time to examine and 
adjust to his new womanly appearance, he voiced a clear 
desire to remain on active duty as a Marine Pilot. I went 
straight to Legal and obtained a documented paper 
describing his rights. Because Lieutenant Kaufmann was 
born a man, under Constitution Two Rights of Mankind 
principles, he's permitted to have the full rights of any 
man, to include serving on military duty. That right was 
granted to him upon graduation from college and he's 
shown meritorious service since being commissioned an 
officer. Review of the Constitution Two glossary indicates 
that anyone who becomes a woman by choice, such as a 
surgically modified transgendered woman, forfeits their 
manly rights and legally becomes a woman. However, the 
glossary or other Rights of Mankind don't address what to 
do when a man is transformed against his desires into a 
woman because of accidents or war. We've had Marines 
who've lost their penis and other physical symbols of 
manhood in battle, and those people remained identified 
as men with all due rights and responsibilities. So it is the 
official opinion of our Legal Department that because 
Lieutenant Kaufmann didn't request the transformation 
but received it as a direct result of performing his official 
military duties, that he's still entitled to the rights that he 
would have had if he hadn't been transformed. Although 
Lieutenant Jay Kaufmann now has the physical body of a 
woman and is unmistakably a woman with a woman's 
sexual body parts such as breasts and vagina, he isn't 
legally a woman. According to an official interpretation of 
the Unionization of Planets Constitution Two definitions, 
Lieutenant Kaufmann is still legally a man; regardless of 
the obvious physical appearance and different 
functionality of his new body. That legal definition has 
been explained to him by the senior Legal representative 
and Lieutenant Kaufmann has documented that he desires 
to retain his rights to be a man as well as to stay on active 
duty."

Slowly General Kaufmann's eyes close and those sitting 
close to him can see his lower lip trembling as if he's 
fighting some intense inner struggle. After several long 
seconds of silence, his lip quits trembling as he opens his 
eyes and stares grimly at Colonel McGee. "Thank you 
Colonel for your unexpected update and work to resolve 
my son's legal status. I wasn't aware of those facts and it 
does impact my just voiced plan to send Jay home to be 
with his mother. Because of your quick work and excellent 
actions on behalf of my son's legal status, it appears that 
he'll get the opportunity to return to full duty as a Marine 
Space Pilot on Scout Duty as soon the doctors release him 
and determine him as being fit to return to duty. Now that 
Legal has decided his fate for the time being, it's time for 
us to get back to our business of fighting the Hyloids. 
Because you're obviously exhausted from your 
documentation work in my son's behalf, I'm relieving you 
from your official duties for the next couple of days so that 
you may rest and assist my son in preparing for his rapid 
return to duty. Please leave my meeting and request your 
second-in-command to immediately report to attend this 
meeting and to fulfill the responsibilities that you've 
temporary ignored during my son's emergency. I have a 
war to fight and I must know the status of the fuel supply 
for the tankers."

----



Chapter 3 - Jay or Jaye

"Lieutenant Kaufmann, reporting as ordered, Sir!"

General Kaufmann busies himself by pretending to be 
looking at the report on his desk for a second, but it's 
really so that he doesn't have to look at his son entering 
the office. Slowly closing his book, General Kaufmann rises 
to his feet and locks eyes with his son's new hazel brown 
eyes.

The obviously female young officer is dressed in a male 
officer's standard blouse and trousers that's been modified 
to fit his smaller size and unmanly physique. Still standing 
in the standard rigid military attention position with his 
right arm locked in salute position, the young officer waits 
for the senior officer to return the salute.

Normally the General returns salutes in a whipping quick 
movement but his hand moves slowly as if he's fighting the 
requirement to salute the person standing in front of him. 
Trained all his life that only men should be officers, the 
long time military careerist's arm moves slowly as if this is 
the most difficult thing that he's ever had to do in his life. 
As soon as his right hand touches his eyebrow fulfilling 
the obligatory military salute requirement, both of them 
quickly drop their hands. Lieutenant Kaufmann's hand 
drops to his side as he assumes the rock-hard attention 
position with his eyes locked straight onto the General's 
face.

The General lets the Lieutenant stand at attention for 
several long seconds as he examines the person standing 
in front of him. Although the Lieutenant is dressed in a 
modified version of the same uniform that he's worn every 
day since his commission, there are many differences that 
the General is memorizing and trying to understand.

When he last saw his son's new naked female body lying 
on the bed, he memorized the obviously different physical 
aspects such as the boobs, cunt and feminine facial 
features. Now with the fully-dressed officer standing at 
rigid attention, he takes the time to memorize the other 
features that the Old Man is going to have to learn to 
accept.

The long shoulder-length mane of curly light brown hair is 
gone. It's been cut off into a short two-inch long on top 
and shaved on the sides into an acceptable male officer's 
hairstyle. The pretty young face is devoid of makeup, 
making the soft feminine features look harsh. The male 
blouse has been modified to fit the narrow shoulders and 
slender waist but because it wasn't tailored to femininely 
display the womanly fully breasts the way that a woman's 
blouse would be cut, that area looks obscenely filled-out. 
It's also obvious that the Lieutenant isn't wearing a bra 
under the blouse but instead the breasts have been 
wrapped with something to mash them tightly against the 
chest. So that instead of being two round modules, there's 
a heavy muscular look that is totally unnatural with the 
other body features.

Letting his eyes drift down the body further, the General 
notices that the trousers have also been modified to fit the 
womanly hips. A light smile forms on the Old Man's face 
when he sees that his son's only concession to being a 
woman now, is the boots on his feet. Lieutenant 
Kaufmann's feet are now too small to fit into the smallest 
man's boots so he is forced to wear smaller boots that are 
made with two inch heels for the women. Staring at the 
boots, the General notices that his son also modified the 
boots so that the boots now have a half-inch heel so that 
he can stand flat-footed.

About twenty seconds pass while the General makes his 
silent review of the young officer still standing rigid at 
attention. As he sits back down in his chair, he commands 
"At ease, son. Pull up a chair and let's talk about this legal 
bullshit that McGee's been feeding you."

Still remaining rigid, the young officer moves toward the 
nearest chair but instead of sitting in it relaxed like a 
family member, the young officer sits on the edge of the 
chair, remaining ramrod straight and rigid. He remains 
silent and stares at the General waiting for the superior 
officer to define the discussion topics.

"Jay, I called your mother and told her about your 
accident. She wants you to come home to Earth and to 
spend some time with her within the privacy of our home. 
Maybe after you've had time to relax a little with your 
mother and to think about what you're going to have to 
live with for the rest of your life, you'll see that you should 
reconsider your decision to remain on active duty." 

"Sir, I regret that I can't comply with the General's wishes, 
but I don't think that returning home to stay with my 
mother is in my best interest at this time. Going home into 
a totally feminine environment and having mom try to 
convince me that I'm a woman now, is something that I 
don't want to do. Mom called me immediately after your 
call to her and we had a long talk about this topic. I 
angrily hung up on her when she suggested that I should 
consider changing my name from the masculine Jay to the 
feminine Jaye. But after I had time to think about it and 
cool off, I called back and apologized for letting my temper, 
which I inherited from you, respond so angrily to her 
attempt to help me. We had a short discussion during 
which she explained that she understands and claims that 
she'll always love me. She began to get mushy and when 
she told me that she's always wanted a daughter, I told her 
that I've made up my mind then politely hung up on her. 
I'm prepared to resume my life and assigned military 
responsibilities."

"Resume your life? You're expecting to go back to being the 
suave, debonair handsome Lieutenant Jay Kaufmann 
who's frequently boasted that he's never met a woman that 
he couldn't get into his bed in less than twenty-four 
hours? I don't think so. You're expecting to return to space 
duty where you're confined to a small scout vessel with five 
horny men for months at a time? Not if I can help it! How 
are you going to keep your peers from getting you to fall for 
that old drop-the-soap-in-the-shower trick and you bend 
over once too often to pick it up? How are you going to 
keep them from flipping out after months in remote space 
and they keep staring at your boobs? Are you going to live 
with a towel permanently wrapped around your chest to 
mash your boobs flat? What are you going to do when you 
snap out of a deep sleep to find someone standing over you 
and jacking off? Why the hell do you think that we don't 
send women out on combat missions but limit them to big 
ships like this one where we can control the problems?"

"I admit that there will be problems but I'm prepared to 
deal with those problems. You have to give me a chance 
where I can try to resume my life."

"Mister, I don't have to do nothing except take care of my 
men. Your legal papers may say that you're a man but that 
Shirley Temple dimpled face, large boobs and cunt strongly 
suggest that you're not a man."

"Men can have soft facial features. One of your aides has 
features very similar to my new face. My breasts also 
aren't that large. According to the doctor, C-cup breasts 
are average for women."

"See! You're an average woman. Now submit that 
resignation paper and stop this foolishness."

"No Sir. I regret to go against the General's explicit desires 
but in this case, I must take a firm stand. Whether you 
agree or not, I was involved in an accident that changed 
only how I look and some aspects of my personal life. It 
didn't affect my pilot skill or other military skills. I'm 
prepared to return to duty as soon as I'm released by the 
doctors."

"I see. Well, if you're going to try this charade for awhile, 
you're going to have to play it by my rules. Your haircut is 
acceptable, but your uniform isn't. The changes that you 
made to it are totally unacceptable. Until I'm told 
differently by the Legal Department, you can pretend to be 
a male but you're going to wear a standard woman's 
uniform and you're going to look your best at all times. 
Just as a Marine officer is expected to be appropriately 
groomed at all times; you'll have to conform to expected 
dressing standards. You can wear either women's trousers 
or the standard dress; however for official social functions 
that you must attend, you'll wear the expected woman's 
dress, slip and petticoat as well as be expected to dance in 
high heels. That also means that you will wear a bra at all 
times to keep those damn things from distracting everyone 
else but you don't have to wear lipstick or other makeup. 
That means that you get some new women's boots and 
leave the standard two-inch heels on the boots. You're a 
Marine and you'll find some way to adapt to the heels. 
When you're on duty, you'll be totally professional and 
accept the crude non-professional remarks that you're 
bound to hear from any group of horny marines that look 
at you at being nothing more than a cunt. Expect them to 
pinch you on the butt and to stare at you when you're 
taking a shower with them in the men's common shower 
room. No, that's not right. I can't do that to you or to my 
men. You'll use the Women's bathroom whenever a female 
head is available. You'll use segregated women's quarters 
where ever such quarters have been established. You'll 
report to Sick Bay and have a doctor instruct you in 
standard female hygiene practices and you'll follow those 
practices. That means that you'll not only carry a supply of 
tampons but you'll use them as needed. I don't allow my 
men to let their dirty asses smell and I sure as hell won't 
allow my women officer's pussies to smell either. When 
someone addresses you on duty, they'll address you only 
as Lieutenant Kaufmann. When you're off duty and 
relaxing with your peers, you'll accept and respond to 
anyone addressing you as either Jay or Jaye. I can order 
you to accept that slight modification to your birth name 
because it's not disrespectful and will help maintain 
morale among my troops. Some of my men might feel 
uncomfortable with calling you Jay. When you're off-duty, 
you'll do nothing to bring disrespect to the Marine Core or 
to my family name. What you do in the privacy of your 
bedroom or someone else's bedroom is your business; 
unless it causes trouble and becomes my business. If it 
becomes my business, then my legal rights to establish 
control over the situation become more powerful. I could 
reject your pilot status and have you retrained to become a 
Mess Sergeant where your duties for the rest of your 
military career would be limited to doing nothing more 
than simply cooking food for the troops. I could force you 
to follow my appearance guidelines which would include 
adherence to complying with standard women's makeup 
practices, such as wearing blush, lipstick and eye-shadow 
while on duty. Do you have any questions, Mister?"

"Yes sir. I have a problem that the General should be 
aware of. Apparently the transformation process changed 
me so that I'll have a pre-planned youthful appearance for 
the rest of my life and I will always look exactly the same 
as I looked upon the completion of the transformation. 
Although I've cut my hair twice since arriving in Sick Bay, 
it grows back to a full shoulder length mane in less than 
twenty-four hours. I cut it again just before reporting to 
you today and I can sense that it's already grown about a 
quarter of an inch in that half of an hour. I expect it to be 
a mop in about two hours and a full mane again in twenty-
four hours. Cutting my hair according to the standards 
and keeping it short more than three hours is going to be 
difficult. Much as I regret to do this, I must request an 
exemption to the standard haircut policy for men."

"Understand. Therefore you are granted a verbal 
exemption to the standard haircut policy for men but 
instead you must comply with the standard haircut and 
hairstyle policies for women. That means that whenever 
you are on combat duty, you must tuck it up into a 
ponytail style that will fit into a woman's standard helmet. 
All other times, you will be expected to follow standard 
grooming procedures that military women are expected to 
follow. That means that every hair will be neatly brushed 
in a woman's acceptable style and locked in place with 
hairspray. Now let me end this discussion with my last 
word on the subject."

The Old Man's hands lock together in a clinched 
interlocked position as the Old Man carefully think about 
what he is getting ready to say. Then his voice drops to 
barely above a whisper "I've always loved you and wanted 
nothing but the best for you. And also expected nothing 
but the best from you. After all, you were born my son. The 
heir to my position and family name. But I've had to 
rethink those goals now that you're transformed into being 
my daughter. I don't think that your attempt to try to 
continue your male life is going to work for you or for the 
Marine Core. I personally think that the best thing that 
you can do, is to fly home and let your momma teach you 
how to look, act and live as if you've always been a pretty 
woman. Accept the change and let yourself become the 
woman that you are now. If you continue this foolish path 
of being a woman with a man's mind, some horny Marine 
is going to get himself shot after he eventually rapes you. 
Even you don't shoot him, then I'll have to shoot him 
because of my dual role of father and commanding officer. 
I don't want to put my men into a situation where they're 
having to fight the enemy as well as the normal male 
desires to fuck the nearest cunt. Why do you think that we 
don't allow women in combat and restrict them to home 
bases with functions such as being in charge of Mess Halls 
or ordering supplies? It takes away from the mission to 
have someone that looks like a woman in a trench with a 
bunch of men waiting to be attacked by the enemy. For 
your own safety and the sanity of my men, accept your 
new life. As your mother suggested, go home and become 
the loving daughter named Jaye that she wants."

"Sir, it's impossible for me to comply with the General's 
wishes. I will remain on duty as long as I have appropriate 
legal status as a male."

Unclenching his tightly clinched hands, the Old Man rises 
to his feet "It's your decision. I don't agree with it and I will 
do everything I can within my legal rights to convince you 
to quickly change that decision. Just as you've researched 
your legal rights, so have I researched my legal personal 
and legal official rights. I'm officially limited to what I've 
already described until you voluntary give up your right to 
be recognized as a man. As for me personally, whenever 
I'm in a social situation with you or others, I'm going to 
refer to you only as Jaye, my stubborn-headed daughter. I 
will never call you Jay again. I'll do everything that I can to 
get you to march down a Chapel's aisle dressed in a 
wedding gown and becoming a bonafide housewife. As far 
as I'm concerned, my son Jay died back on Griais-4 about 
a week ago. You're dismissed, Lieutenant. Go get out of 
that crappy looking thing that you call a uniform and look 
like a proper Marine the next time that I see you. I've got a 
war to fight and have already wasted too much time on 
your foolishness and misguided attempts."

******

"Lieutenant Kaufmann, it's Colonel McGee. Please open 
the door."

There's a click of a door lock being turned, then the door 
slowly swings open, revealing Jay wearing a bathrobe 
within the privacy of his assigned male quarters. The 
closely sheared standard male Marine Officer hairstyle 
from only a few hours earlier, has already grown to be a 
Beatle-looking mop of curly brown hair that's currently 
covering the upper half of his ears.

Stepping back from the door, he puts a cigar back into his 
mouth as he flops down heavily on the small couch as if 
he's very weary and picks up the glass of whiskey that he's 
been sipping on since returning from his appointment with 
the Old Man. Under public circumstances, he would have 
provide appropriate military respect to the senior officer; 
but per their long term agreement, he treats his visitor as 
Uncle Carl when in private settings.

"There's some clean glasses in the cupboard and the 
bottles on the cabinet. Help yourself, Uncle Carl. Did you 
hear that my bad-ass Daddy ordered me to dress like a 
woman and to move into the Women's quarters? Not only 
that, but I've got to report to Sick Bay and be trained in 
how to push a tampon up my cunt; just like a little girl 
who's lived a sheltered life. Then I've got to always carry 
some of the tampons around with me so that he can 
further humiliate me by making me display them on 
demand. Fucking asshole. He did almost the same thing to 
me when I started growing some peach fuzz on my cheeks. 
I carried a razor and soap with me for over three months 
until he was satisfied that I wasn't trying to grow a punk-
ass beard. But today, he really pissed me off. I was so 
damn pissed at him that I wanted to leap over his desk 
and choke him when he pulled that old 'father-knows-
best-but-a-General-knows-better' bullshit on me. Why 
couldn't I have been born into a family of farmers instead 
of being the son-of-God?"

Grabbing a glass, Carl pours some whisky into his glass 
while trying to sooth the youth's obviously upset feelings. 
"Well, I can't blame him. He's the Grand Old Man with all 
the responsibility of maintaining discipline and order for 
over five million Space Marines. Even if you weren't his 
son, he would be doing exactly the same damn things to 
anyone else unlucky enough to be transformed. Look at it 
from his perspective. Because you're a new woman, it's his 
ultimate responsibility to make sure you know how to take 
care of your new personal hygiene problems as well as to 
make sure that you're safe. Right now, he's not worried 
about keeping you safe from attack from the Hyloids but 
rather, he's worried about making sure that you're safe 
from your fellow Marines. A young husky Marine that you 
were fighting beside only a few weeks ago, is now going to 
look at you as being Prime Number One pussy that's ready 
for someone to sample. You've spent a couple of years on 
various space vessels since graduation from college, so you 
know that the risk of rape goes up when women are 
assigned quarters in close proximity to the men's quarters. 
He's just trying to protect you and to give you appropriate 
parental and Old Man type of military guidance while 
you're in this confused state. You'll have to admit that 
you're confused about a lot of things since your 
transformation. Over time and under other circumstances 
where you're not immediately surrounded by more than 
twenty thousand horny Marines, you would have time to 
learn to adapt to your new appearance and to get over the 
confusion."

There is just a glimmer of moisture in the corner of Jay's 
new Hazel eyes as if he's fighting back a tear. Using the 
sleeve of the bathrobe to pretend that he's scratching an 
itchy nose, he also uses the opportunity to remove most of 
the moisture from his eyes while answering. "But why does 
he have to do it the way that he's doing it? When I awaken 
in Sick Bay and saw him leaning over me, I thought that 
maybe I had been injured and he was there to help me 
with my wounds. But after he had me confirm that I had 
retained my memories, he abandoned me. If you hadn't 
been there to hold me down and to talk to me when I saw 
that I wasn't a man anymore, I would've torn that whole 
fucking Sick Bay down to the ground. I went on a rampage 
and was trying to rip the tits off as if they were some 
glued-on phonies. Thank goodness that you were there to 
talk to me, but it should have been HIM! He should have 
been the one there to help me with the initial first few 
hours of finding out about my transformation. Why 
couldn't he have stayed and helped me?"

"You know him as well as I do. He's not just a normal 
military prick, but he's a TOTAL military prick. I was very 
surprised when he pulled me from my duties and gave me 
a couple of days to work with you. From him, that's a lot of 
give and I don't think that his ramrod backbone is going to 
give too much more. I think that you should accept what 
he's done so far and begin to adapt to the changes in your 
life. Moving into the women's quarters won't be so bad and 
it's a start. You'll only be there until Medical releases you 
to return to Scout Duty. You might even like it, after all 
the quarters are bigger and friendlier."

A smile forms on the youth's face "Like yeah. Friendlier is 
a funny way of describing rooms that are typically 
decorated in Mauve and beige earth-tones. Give me these 
old battle-ship gray plain rooms any day."

"Jay, I fought to get you the necessary legal status to prove 
that you're still a man but you have to realize that you're 
not really a man. My brain know that the beautiful woman 
sitting across from me, who is wearing nothing but a robe, 
is really a man. But my body doesn't know it. My body 
thinks that you're a woman and reacts accordingly. With 
you sitting there with your legs spread wide revealing a 
cheap-shot glance at your creamy white inner thighs, it's 
hard to think of you as being a man. Yes, I hate to admit it 
but your new appearance and just being around you, also 
turns me on. Yes, you're a man legally. But you sure as 
hell don't look like a man anymore. So you're going to have 
to do some adapting. In fact, you're going to have to do a 
hell of a lot of adapting. Temporary changing your living 
quarters and wearing women's clothes is just a start. The 
sooner that you adapt to wearing a bra, then that obstacle 
is out of the way and you move on to the next challenge; 
such as eventually having to discard a used tampon. While 
you're on-duty in uniform, you'll find that you're doing 
nothing more than playing a game. Think of your new 
uniform as nothing more than a costume. Remember the 
day that you had to give up your beloved blue jeans that 
you wore every day to high school and then you had to 
start wearing the official ROTC uniform all of the time. You 
grumbled for a month about your jeans then you adapted 
and began to take pride in your new uniform. It's going to 
be the same way with wearing a bra and panties."

"Oh yeah? Have you ever tried on a bra? I put one on for 
about half an hour and I couldn't wait to get the damn 
itchy thing off."

"You'll get used to it. Just as you'll get used to the monthly 
bloody messes that you'll have to learn to cope with and all 
the other hormonal changes. My wife is the most pleasant 
woman in the world except for about three days a month 
and then she becomes the Bitch from Hell that no one can 
live near."

"Yeah, I know you're right but I'm still hoping for some 
miracle where I awaken one morning and somehow have 
my old male body back. I miss my cock."

"That's another area that you'll have to think about and 
also adapt your thinking. It probably won't be long before 
you awaken one morning and find your hand wrapped 
around a hard cock again. Only the cock will belong to 
some horny Marine that you met in a bar."

Jay's head jerks up and his chin becomes rock-rigid "No 
fucking way will that occur. I've thought a lot about that 
and already made up my mind that I'm going to be a 
permanent lesbian."

"Don't advertise that fact. According to the Constitution 
Revision Glossary, admitting that you're a lesbian reduces 
your legal platform for claiming your male rights. It's a 
Catch-22 situation where two males can be homosexual, 
which is perfectly legal while on space duty and not give 
up any rights, yet two lesbians are considered women by 
the official definition. So you're going to have to keep your 
desire for someone else's pussy very secret and probably 
date some men just to maintain your status as a legal 
male."

"Fuck. I'm screwed no matter what I do. Why don't I just 
give up and go home to momma with my cunt between my 
legs?"

"Because you're not a quitter. You're Jay Kaufmann and 
you're soon going to find that you become a symbol for all 
women who want a chance at the opportunities that you 
have that they don't have. You have explicit legal rights to 
do what their explicit legal rights say that they can't do. If 
you give up, you're letting them all down. No, I suggest 
that you slip your boobs into a bra, get yourself a proper 
woman's uniform and play the game until it's time to play 
your game. As you move up the military ladder, you can 
put yourself into positions where you can start defining 
the rules not only for yourself but for women that don't 
have your transformation advantage. I know that you're 
not into Women's Rights because you've only seen the 
issues from a man's perspective so far. It's time for you to 
think about who you are now and who you can become. 
Play the game, but play it to win. I'm on your side until I'm 
thrown out of the game by your daddy."

"Thanks, Uncle Carl. I hadn't looked at it like that. Well, 
thank goodness I don't have too much to move and won't 
be staying in the women's quarters for long. I can't wait to 
get back to my pilot duties."

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Chapter 4 - The Challenge

"Can I talk to you Sir?"

General Kaufmann looks up from the large computer 
monitor built into his desk. Colonel McGee is standing in 
the always open doorway. Leaning back in his chair while 
he signals McGee to enter and shut the door, the General 
uses the moment to rub his eyes and relax after several 
hours of reviewing troop displacements over the area 
under his control. Then the General opens a desk drawer, 
removing a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. 

Pouring a drink into each of the glasses, the General 
relaxes for a moment with his long time friend and 
assistant as he lets down the normal rigid military barrier 
between the two long time friends. "I apologize for getting 
angry at you the other day, but you know how much 
pressure I've normally been under with all the battles and 
other stuff. The battles aren't so bad but fighting the 
constant military bureaucracy and trying to accomplish 
something without killing someone is always difficult. 
Having my son transformed into a cunt drove me over the 
edge. So I wasn't thinking correctly with I belittled you in 
front of your peers and exiled you for a couple of days. I 
immediately regretted it, but I knew that you would 
understand and would use the time to help Jaye. Thank 
you, my friend."

Sitting down at the desk, Colonel McGee switches from the 
normal all-military attitude to an "old drinking buddy" 
attitude. Taking a sip of his drink, then holding the glass 
up to look into the remaining liquid as if the dark brown 
liquid revealed the future, the Colonel's voice becomes just 
as soft as the Old Man's voice. "Thanks for the drink and 
the break from duties. Frankly I was getting a little tired 
studying the spreadsheets prepared by my staff and trying 
to project potential shortages. It felt good to walk away 
from that mess and to spend the time with Jay. Speaking 
of him, I understand that Jay came to talk to you 
yesterday."

Shaking his head and letting a sardonic smirk form on his 
aging face, the General looks for a moment like a man who 
had fought one too many battles in his life. "Yeah. He came 
to see me wearing a botched uniform. The big tits pushed 
up on his chest were about to pop some buttons off his 
blouse. I told Jaye that he was going to have to follow my 
dress code. I laid it on the line and tried to get him to give 
up right then and there because he knows how rough I 
can make it for him. But he stuck to his guns like a damn 
fool. Even when I told him that I would never refer to him 
by my son's given birth name anymore and will only refer 
to him as Jaye from that moment on, he stuck to his 
stupid plan. I wanted to call him a IT to his face and to 
start using feminine pronouns to describe him as a her, 
but Legal told me that because he is legally considered a 
male, that I have to use masculine pronouns when 
referring to IT. Legal wasn't too happy when I said that I 
was going to start calling IT Jaye but there wasn't much 
that they could do. Damn, I did it again. I have to bite my 
tongue every time that I talk about Jaye or I accidentally 
call him a IT now. If I used another name such as Mary or 
Betty, then I could be subjecting him to ridicule which 
Legal won't permit. But as a father, I'm permitted to have 
pet names for my kids and to raise them within accepted 
bounds. So in the privacy of my home, I could insist on my 
cute little girlish-looking kid always wearing lipstick to the 
dinner table but that I can't do it when Jaye is outside my 
quarters. Damn Lawyers. We should have shot more of 
them during the Constitution Re-write. We solved one 
problem by putting the women in their proper place but we 
didn't kill enough lawyers to really resolve our longtime 
legal problems. More Scotch?"

"Yes, thank you. And I want to talk to you about your 
attitude. I understand that your personal relationship with 
your son is none of my business but as your long time 
friend, I don't want to see you drive your only child away 
because of your stubbornness. Why are you so insistent 
on making this transformation even more difficult for Jay? 
Right now, he needs your support the most that he's ever 
needed it. He needs you to accept him and to support him 
as he tries to straighten out his life; not to have you throw 
hurdle after hurdle at him to try to get him to quickly 
conform to your wishes."

Slowly refilling each of the glasses, General Kaufmann 
waits until the glasses are full before responding. "I've 
been expecting you to stick your head in here and to butt 
into my personal life. And I've asked myself the same 
question many times since that hour in Sick Bay. My 
answer is that I no longer have a son. I now have a 
daughter and will treat her as a daughter. Several hundred 
years ago before the Constitution Revolution when women 
were on equal footing with men, then I might have had a 
different answer. But in today's more modern world, I have 
to look at women as being nothing but second class 
citizens who are only fit to provide sexual relief for their 
men. Look at what occurred after the Revolution. All of the 
free-thinking independent women were taken to the 
showers and came out as bimbos who are more interested 
in staying at home and knitting dollies than in taking away 
a man's job by filling so many damn government positions. 
A vast improvement in attitude and home life occurred as 
a result of their modified thinking process. Almost 
overnight, most of our problems were resolved and we 
moved on to bigger and more important tasks. Instead of 
men and women constantly competing for which moralistic 
viewpoint for the government to support, there became 
only one viewpoint. Might is right. Men will do what is 
needed and women will serve their men. In times of war, 
men know and will do what needs to be done; while 
women wanted to bullshit and to try to resolve issues at a 
table. Remember the old women's motto of 'No More Dead 
Sons'? No wonder the Hyloids were about to over run us. 
Our ancestors solved our problems by putting women in 
their correct places and established a working relationship 
that we have a moral right to maintain. Although we don't 
send women to the showers anymore to adjust their 
mental attitudes, we officially discourage separation of 
duties. Men are born to fight and to fuck. Women are born 
to clean house and to be fucked by a man. My wife is 
somewhat of an independent thinker but she keeps her 
thoughts hidden until we're alone in bed. Otherwise my 
wife accepts her role in society as my bed partner and her 
responsibility in life as being nothing more than my chief 
cook and bottle washer. When I look at Jaye, I don't see a 
man any more. I see a confused woman who needs her 
attitude adjusted to be in line with today's politically 
correct acceptable thinking patterns that every woman 
must think. I see a female officer that I'm going to have to 
show her what her proper place is in today's advanced 
military and eventually find some reason to demote her 
from being a pilot to being a cook before she moves to the 
eventual lifetime job as housewife. Until Jaye becomes a 
housewife, there are going to be problems with him 
becoming the eventual mother of my grandchildren. Now 
that he doesn't have a cock any more and can't provide me 
grandchildren that way, he'll have to use someone else's 
cock to get me some grandchildren. In Jaye, I see a pretty 
woman with a hellacious body who needs a good fucking 
by a strong willed young man, such as that Major 
Edwards. I see Jaye as being nothing but a younger and 
very headstrong version of my wife. A woman who needs to 
have some sense fucked into her. If only the DNA tests had 
proved that Jaye wasn't my daughter, I'd order her to my 
quarters tonight and rip off her cherry myself." 

"She does have a damn nice body. I mean, he has..Damn 
it, now you've got me confused as to the gender. While 
you've been up here playing war, I've down there talking to 
a scared child and being a good uncle. I'll admit that I 
became aroused a lot and secretly wished that I was a lot 
younger so that I could become romantic with Jay. But 
damn it, you still haven't answered my question."

"Yeah, I've been hedging around and explaining how I 
think that Jaye should look and act. I guess that I'm 
pressuring him to go home now because I don't want him 
to eventually fail and then I would have to do my duty. I 
want him to resign now and move back home so that I 
don't have to fire him later and then kick his butt back 
home. I want him to get the pain over now instead of 
dragging it on longer. It's going to happen and I'm going to 
have to do my duty. I'm the Old Man in charge and I have 
to go by the book. Even when the book is wrong."

"Then go to Jay and tell him that. He'll understand. Right 
now, he's hurt, vulnerable and very confused. He needs 
guidance and your help."

Throwing his head back as he holds the half-full glass to 
his lips, the General kills his drink in one quick gulp. 
Putting the bottle and his drained glass back into the 
hidden spot in his drawer as if the discussion is 
completed, the General stares at the half-full glass of his 
friend before responding. "I took an oath to do my duty, 
regardless of the impact upon my personal life. I've always 
followed my oath and have always done my duty, just as I 
will continue to do my duty until the day that I die. I've 
done all I can do to help Jaye in his current situation. 
When he gets over his bull-headiness and starts listening 
to me again, I'll offer my help. Until then, the subject is 
closed. Finish your drink and get back to your duties of 
analyzing supplies."

Rising to his feet, Colonel McGee picks up his glass and 
empties it into the trashcan as if drinking any more of his 
superior's whisky unexpectedly became unacceptable to 
him. "I thought as much and will consider the subject 
closed between us as soon as I walk out of your office. 
Well, thanks for the drink, General. Your son used to have 
your temper, your bull-headed stubborn streak, your ego, 
and your dedication to the Marines as well as look like a 
younger more macho version of you. Your new pretty 
daughter looks like a younger version of her gorgeous mom 
but definitely has big tits like your wife, your temper, your 
bull-headed stubborn streak, your ego and your screwed-
up dedication to the Marines. You two are going to butt 
heads soon and I don't want to be around when it finally 
happens. I like both of you too much to want to see either 
of you getting hurt any more than you have so far. As soon 
as she learns to use her large tits, pretty face, nice ass, 
virginal cunt and kissable lips as a weapon, she'll come 
looking for you. She's going to take you on and then she's 
going to fuck you like you've never been fucked. Don't get 
me wrong because I don't mean that she's going to let you 
bury your grumpy old cock into her sweet young virginal 
body. I mean that she's going to fuck you by playing mind 
games until you're nothing but a shrunken horny shell of 
your current self. If you don't head this off now and accept 
her for what she is at this moment, then she's quickly 
going to become your deadliest enemy. Seeing as how you 
are putting me into a spot of either being your friend or 
Jaye's uncle, I guess that I have to choose whose side I'm 
going to be on from now on. Because I've always enjoyed 
being on the winning side, I'm going to be her Uncle for 
those battles. For the battles with the Hyloids, I'll be on 
your side and will see you at the staff meetings but will 
make sure that I'm properly prepared per your 
instructions, Waldo. Do you realize that's the first that I've 
called you that since you got promoted to General?"

******

"Show me your tampons."

It is a very different looking Lieutenant Kaufmann 
standing in an At Ease position in front of the General's 
desk. This Lieutenant Kaufmann looks almost like a real 
female officer. He's wearing the regulation short sleeve 
blouse tailored to emphasize his breasts and femininity. 
The blouse is tucked into women's trousers which are cut 
to properly fit a woman's narrow waist, larger hips and 
slender legs. Additionally the women's trousers have the 
zipper opening on the side instead of the front. On his feet 
are new women's boots with regulation two inch high 
heels. Hanging from his left shoulder, is the regulation 
black purse that all women are issued. The appropriate 
woman's uniform and the already-grown-back shoulder-
length mane of curly dark hair makes the young officer 
look like a natural woman who just hasn't had time to put 
her makeup on yet.

Without any hesitation, Lieutenant Kaufmann opens his 
purse and removes a small container. He flips the 
container open, revealing three new tampons ready for 
use.

Holding the tampons in his small hand, Lieutenant 
Kaufmann's soprano voice has a trace of sarcasm "Would 
the General desire that I give a demonstration of the 
proper way to apply said tampons into the applicable 
cavity of my new body? I'm certified and appropriately 
trained to use them now, as per your instructions." 

"No, I know you. If you're following my orders and carrying 
them, then I know that you know how to use them. Your 
hair looks nice. Your mother used to wear her hair in a 
similar style, except her hair has been dyed blonde for so 
long that neither of us remember her true color."

"Thank you sir, I accept your comparison to my mother as 
a compliment to both of us. My long hair length and 
hairstyle isn't the way that I would wear it if given a choice 
but it grows back as fast as I cut it off."

Pointing a finger at the purse, General Kaufmann orders 
"I'm glad to see that you're carrying a woman's purse even 
though I didn't explicitly define it as part of your normal 
dress code. Open it up and let's see what you're using it 
for."

"Beg your pardon, Sir? My interpretation of the official 
dress code specifies that if I'm wearing the female uniform, 
that I must also wear the purse. Therefore, I'm following 
standard procedures and carrying the purse, but there's 
no reference as to what the contents of the purse must be; 
nor do I remember any regulation that specify that I must 
show anyone the contents of my purse."

"Just as I'm expected to periodically inspect a troop billet 
and prow among the footlockers to make sure that each 
Marine has new razor blades, I'm also required to make 
sure that my few female troops are prepared for any 
situation. Let's see the inside of the purse."

Lieutenant Kaufmann opens the purse and turns it upside 
down, revealing that it's empty and not being used for 
anything except to transport the tampon container tightly 
held in his hand.

Shaking his head as if he's just proved that a naughty son 
can't outwit the Old Man, the General orders. "I expect all 
my Marines to follow good grooming standards. My short 
discussion with Legal this afternoon indicates that I can 
require you to carry appropriate grooming aids with you 
even if I can't make you use them. Just as I can make a 
boy carry a razor to shave a face that doesn't have any 
facial hair, I can make you carry appropriate grooming 
gear. For you, I'm defining grooming gear as being a comb 
and brush, a lipstick, and a small makeup bag filled with 
the standard women's accessories. If you're going to carry 
it, then you also need to learn how to use it appropriately. 
By the time that I see you next, learn how to use makeup; 
even though I'm currently not permitted to order you to 
use makeup as part of your normal grooming. I also want 
you to carry at least six condoms with you at all time, in 
the event that you find a reason to use them. Condoms are 
issued on a routine basis to all men, especially prior to an 
R&R visit."

"Perhaps the General didn't fully evaluate my new female 
body while I was naked and unconscious. But condoms 
aren't needed. I will never have another erection again."

Shaking his head and trying to keep from going on record 
with saying the wrong thing, General Kaufmann's next 
words cause Lieutenant Kaufmann's face to turn pale "Not 
needed? Bull shit. Before you know it, you'll experience 
many erections. The erection just won't be yours. Carry 
condoms and I won't have to force you to report to Sick 
Bay to learn how to put condoms on another man."

For just a moment, the new Hazel brown eyes appear to 
turn steely-gray again and his lips grimly tighten as he 
answers "Yes sir. Condoms, lipstick, hairbrush and other 
grooming articles will be immediately obtained as well as 
instruction in how to use said items. Anything else, Sir?"

"Yes. The real reason that I invited you here today, wasn't 
to embarrass you by having you display your female 
hygiene products but to invite you to a social meeting at 
1900 hours tonight. The Ambassador from Tis will be here 
and it's a formal affair. For me, that means full dress 
uniform. For you, that means a formal ball gown and 
appropriate appearance which I will explicitly define for 
you. I've taken the liberty of requesting one of my aides to 
escort you to the Women's shop for fitting into an 
appropriate dress and then to wait for you while your hair 
is styled. My discussion with Legal today indicates that in 
formal receptions and parties, my wife is expected to be 
the hostess. But because my wife is back on earth, then as 
my nearest relative, I can select you to be my hostess. 
Because you're going to be my hostess and stand beside 
me in the Welcoming Line, I can order you to be dressed 
appropriately in a formal ballgown. Current convention is 
that anyone wearing a dress to a party has appropriate 
makeup and acts accordingly. As my hostess, you'll be 
expected to dance the first dance with me so the aide will 
spend some of the afternoon helping you hone your 
dancing skills in your new high heels and petticoats. As 
Hostess, you'll also be expected to dance with the 
Ambassador and other high-ranking attendees. Before you 
run out of here to Legal to complain, I've got a document 
for you from Legal that confirms their interpretation of the 
appropriate laws to back up everything that I've described 
so far. As I told you before we started this charade, it won't 
be easy for you. You can quit now and be on a flight home 
before the party starts. Or you're going to be my Hostess 
with the Mostess tonight." 

"Request permission to speak freely, Sir!"

"Granted."

"Fuck you, Daddy. I'll play your fucking games but you 
aren't going to push me around much longer. Like you, I 
spent some time in Legal today and discovered that I can 
request a transfer to another combat zone. Request 
immediate assignment to the front line in Alpha 
Quandrant under the family act provisions where a close 
relative can request re-assignment in a different area away 
from another relative."

"Request accepted. But because it's a war situation, I have 
a little liberty in when I approve the request. I'll approve it 
in two years which is the maximum that I can delay any 
request of this nature. Now I suggest that you hurry to the 
beauty salon and let them do whatever with your hair. I 
can't order you to change your light brown hair color to 
blonde but as your Daddy, I can request that you change 
the color so that you look a little more like your mother. 
See you tonight, dearie."

******

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Cont of Chapter 4 - The Challenge 


******

Holding the paper with the room number on it, Colonel 
McGee rapidly walks down the long corridor knowing that 
everyone visiting the Women's Quarters are taped in case 
of subsequent legal actions for improper conduct. Finding 
the room number, he knocks on the door.

The door jerks open as if Jay was holding the door handle 
and waiting for the knock. The big Hazel eyes look even 
larger because of the thin glistening of moisture covering 
them. 

Before Colonel McGee can enter the room, Jay loudly blabs 
"The fucking asshole is squeezing me by the balls and 
trying to hurt me. He's making me dress exactly like a 
woman tonight so that I can be his damn Hostess at the 
Ambassador's Reception tonight. He want to make me look 
like a cunt and parade me in front of every person on the 
ship while they gape down my cleavage to try to look at my 
tits. I know that he'll invite all of my former shipmates so 
that I can see the looks of pity on their face then have to 
deal with their personal questions about what it's like to 
have a cunt now. I've gone on R&R with some of those men 
and shared whores with them and now I'm expected to 
stand tall with my almost exposed tits beside Daddy while 
showing the whole world that I've got a cunt between my 
legs also."

Shutting the door behind him as he enters, he reverts into 
his favorite uncle guise and tries to defuse the situation by 
temporary changing the subject "Nice room. It's almost as 
large as my senior officer personal quarters. I like the beige 
colors in here. Seems warmer and more comfortable. I told 
you that these quarters would be much nicer than staying 
in the other quarters."

"Damn it, haven't you listened to a word that I've been 
saying? He's sending some Captain over here in a little 
over an hour to escort me to the Women's Beauty Shop to 
get my hair styled decorously for a Hostess. The Captain 
tried to get me to go there as soon as I stepped out Dad's 
office but I pleaded that I had some female problems to 
take care of and put him off for almost two hours."

"Yes, I have been listening to you, but the more important 
point is, have you been listening to me? He's playing 
hardball with you. And you're doing just what he wants 
you to do. You're turning into a namby-pamby silly assed 
little girl who's almost ready to run home to Momma. I'll 
bet that if you picked up your phone and called Shuttle 
Reservations, you'll find that you can get a seat on any of 
the outgoing shuttles toward Earth. I'll bet that you've 
already got a reservation on every one of them, placed by 
your Old Man. He didn't get you to kowtow to his desires 
when he met with you the other day and ordered you to 
carry tampons with you, so he called you back in today 
and stuck another knife in your back. Knowing him, he's 
researched his options through Legal and I'll bet that he's 
within his rights to have you dress like a woman and serve 
as his Hostess because of the parental connections. Well, 
you've got two choices. Go to Earth and submit to your 
mother's suggestions to become someone's housewife. Or 
go to the Reception and prove that really you're a Marine 
under all that silk and ruffles that you'll be wearing. My 
vote is that you go to the Reception, prove to your Daddy 
that you can take whatever shit he gives you and then 
move on as you adapt to your new lifestyle."

One of the Hazel eyes looks just a little damp and the 
beginnings of a tear forms in the corner of the eyes. Jay's 
voice abruptly becomes very soft and retrospective "Yeah, I 
know what you mean and I have to learn to accept it. 
Funny world, isn't it. I was born a man. I'm legally a man. 
I think that I'm a man. But because I have a woman's 
body, I have to dress and look like a woman. I'm afraid 
that Daddy's winning this war and I'm going to have to 
soon admit that he's right and accept my ultimate fate to 
become a housewife back on Earth. God, just the thought 
of me being back on Earth and having to let a man flirt 
with me almost makes me puke."

"Bull shit. It ain't over till it's over. Many a leader has lost 
the initial battles and frequently had to allow others to 
kick him in the balls. It's not over until you give up and I 
never thought that you would be a quitter."

Turning and walking through the small living room, Jay's 
voice quakes "I'm not a quitter. But what can I do? Even if 
my Old Man wasn't the General, someone else would 
probably be enforcing the same restrictions on me. I've 
tried to look at my situation from his perspective as well as 
from a new 'adapt and live' perspective. But today when I 
was standing at attention in front of him and knew that he 
was staring at my boobs through my uniform, I wanted to 
give up. I wanted to cry. If he hadn't pissed me off by 
demanding to see some fucking tampons, I might have 
cried at that moment. Oh, I feel so damn confused. I've 
talked to the doctor and he's telling me that I've got to 
learn to adapt to changes in my attitude as I go through 
the various menstruation stages and my brain is 
bombarded with overdoses of female hormones. He said it 
was natural for a woman to sit down and cry for no reason 
as well as feel confused frequently. Well today, I had plenty 
of reasons and tonight is going to be even worse with me 
looking like a prissy-assed cunt and everyone treating me 
like a whore instead of treating me like an experienced 
pilot."

"Worse. No, it will only be worse if you allow it to get to 
you. As a Marine Officer, you know that one of the first 
rules taught you, is that you must learn to adapt to 
changing situations and fight the battle under your rules 
when possible. If you show up at the party, happily play 
his little game, dance and flirt with the Ambassador as if 
you were a natural woman, then you would show the Old 
Man that he can't intimidate you and that you can adjust 
to whatever he throws against you; then there won't be too 
much more that he can throw at you without violating 
some legal definitions. He's playing chess with your new 
emotions and current state of identity confusion. He 
scheduled this party just to put you into a situation where 
you'll want to quit and be very willing to become a bimbo. 
He wants you to move back home where it won't 
embarrass the Big Fucking General to have a son that 
looks like you look now. You've got to admit that you look 
like a brick shithouse. All you have to do, is survive 
whatever he throws at you until you're able to get out from 
under his direct control. He's got to put you back into 
action in the near future. I suggest that if you're going to 
cry that you go ahead and get it out of the way, then go get 
your hair styled and let me escort you to the party. Show 
him that nothing that he does will faze you. While you 
stand next to Daddy tonight dressed in that ballgown and 
looking like a beautiful woman, use every opportunity to 
show him that you're having a great time but that you 
can't wait until you get back into action as a pilot." 

Spinning quickly, the woman's face is all aglow with relief 
as if the few words he just spoke were the most profound 
words ever spoken. His womanly lips are softly moving as 
he whispers "Adapt and conquer. Pick and choose the 
weapons. Learn to use non-conventional items as 
weapons. Don't play by the enemy's rules. You define 
where the battle will be fought and decide what losses you 
can afford to lose. Go for the quick kill. Run when 
necessary but lead your enemy back into a trap. Yes, 
you're right. Things taught to me in combat air school also 
apply to this situation. If I don't adapt to my new 
appearance and learn how to use my body as a weapon, 
then I'm not a Marine. If I play totally by Daddy's rules, 
then it's just a matter of time until I become a non-
thinking bimbo who only wants to play housey with some 
man. If I don't use the same high degree of planning 
against him that I would use against any enemy, then it's 
just a matter of time until Daddy wins. I can't lose to him 
in this battle. It's my life not his life. You're right Uncle 
Carl. I do have to go to this party tonight. And I have to 
defuse the weapons that he can use against me. You say 
that because that I'm legally a man that the rules of 
homosexual conduct on board a space vessel apply to me 
so that if I flirt with men tonight, that I'm not endangering 
my legal status?"

"Shit, I'm not recommending that you go to bed with 
someone tonight just to piss off your Old Man, but you're 
right. You can flirt with a man in public but if you flirt 
with a woman in public, you're risking your legal status. 
The only place that you can safely flirt with a woman is at 
an R&R site where everything is legal."
 
The tear oozes out of the corner of Jay's eye and down his 
cheek but he makes no attempt to brush it away. He 
understands that the public display of tears is something 
that is acceptable for him now just as he is beginning to 
acknowledge that he must accept other changes.

Holding his head high, he whispers "Then I need to start 
learning how to use my body as a weapon and begin 
flirting with men when necessary. I need to play his game 
until I can change the rules and start defining where the 
battles will be fought. I have to pretend that I'm falling for 
his tricks and am losing. Then when he comes in for the 
kill, I'll pull the rug out from under his feet. Daddy, one of 
us is going to lose tonight and it's not going to be me."

******

"Lieutenant Kaufmann, I'm Captain Browning. I'm 
supposed to escort you to the Beauty Parlor and then to 
the Officer's Formal Exchange where a dress has already 
been selected for you."

"Captain Browning. So nice to meet you. Did anyone ever 
tell you that you have pretty eyes?"

"Uhh., why yes, I suppose that some people have 
remarked about my eyes before but it's been so long that I 
wasn't expecting such a nice remark."

"Well, they are pretty and I like to gaze into pretty eyes. 
You don't mind if I get a little personal with you, do you? 
My name's Jaye."

"My friends call me Jerry. I'm very happy to know you on a 
personal basis."

----



Chapter 5 - The Party

Standing in front of the private quarter's door, Colonel 
McGee searches through his pockets for his breath mints. 
He's dressed in the official military dress uniform, 
complete with obsolete sword and the obligatory chest full 
of medals that he's earned over his long career. After 
taking a breath mint to clear away the last vestiges of the 
cigar he was smoking in his private quarters while he 
dressed, he knocks on the door.

"Who is it?" asks the muffled but recognizable new voice of 
Jay Kaufmann.

"Colonel McGee. Your father asked me to escort you to the 
party. Are you dressed?"

"Fucking-A. I've got so much perfume and silk on that I 
feel like a French Whore dressed in a parachute. Give me a 
minute to unlock these damn locks. When I was in the 
Men's barracks, there was only one lock on the door, but 
here in the Women's quarters, each door has thirty locks 
on it." 

The door opens, revealing a very different Lieutenant 
Kaufmann than the one that Colonel McGee had seen just 
a few hours earlier. The short trip to the hairstylist 
resulted in an upswept pulled-back formal-affair type of 
hairstyle that highlighted the natural beauty of Jay's new 
face while at the same time projecting a strong image of 
femininity. A touch of makeup on the cheeks brought out 
the rosy glow and natural shadows of the cheekbones. The 
glistening lips were coated with a pinkish-red lipstick that 
made them look fuller and extremely kissable. But the 
most noticeable facial improvement was around the eyes 
which were highlighted and darkened slightly to emphasize 
a husky exotic beauty to the large brown eyes. Dangling 
from each exposed ear was a small diamond which 
matched the diamond necklace resting around Jaye's 
exposed chest. The formal ball gown was decorously 
pushed out by the mass of ruffled petticoats hidden 
underneath the lower part. The ballgown's upper portion 
emphasized Jay's narrow feminine waist, exposed the 
delicate arms and prudently exposed only the barest hint 
of politically correct cleavage. Overall, the combination of 
facial features, dress, and hairstyle is very reminiscent of 
the classic beauty captured forever on film of a young 
actress playing Scarlett O'Hara in the old movie "Gone 
With The Wind".

After giving the uncle-like senior officer a moment to look 
at the new totally female party appearance, Jay breaks the 
silence "Yeah, I know I look damn good. I had to admit it 
myself after some of the girls helped me get into this shit 
and dolled my face up with the makeup crap. If I was still 
a man and saw a babe that looked as good as this, I would 
be one horny mother-fucker and doing my best to find 
some way to fuck her. I think that I'm going to have a hard 
time at the party tonight with all my former buddies trying 
to be the first one to fuck me." 

Laughing while trying to somehow figure out a way to 
secretly adjust a very large erection into a more 
comfortable position within his suddenly tight trousers, 
the older man decides that telling the truth might be a 
good thing to do "You're one of the most beautiful women 
that I've seen. Sorry, I mean."

"No, damn it. Tell the truth. I look like a beautiful woman. 
And I feel like a beautiful woman. All day long since you've 
left me, I've been saying over and over to myself 'it is not 
going to kill me'. And I believe it now. I accept it now. Now 
that I look at it as nothing more than playing a role in a 
game, I'm more at ease with the whole situation. I'm going 
to that party and I'm going to have a damn good time. But 
I'm not going as Lieutenant Jay Kaufmann, Marine and 
Scout Pilot. I'm going as Jaye Kaufmann, the 
extraordinarily beautiful daughter of the meanest fucking 
General in the whole Unionization of Planets. I'm going to 
stand beside the Old Man and I'm going to be the best 
Hostess that he's ever had; as well as be the prettiest. After 
I came back from the beauty shop, I knocked on a couple 
of the nearby doors and got some of the women to come 
help me learn my new role for tonight. I look it as being 
nothing more than I'm an actor on the world's biggest 
stage and need to learn my part. With their help, I've 
practiced my movements so that I look delicate and know 
what is expected of a woman in a proper social setting. I've 
also practiced dancing so I'm ready to be the Belle of the 
Ball. I know that people have been talking about me ever 
since the transformation but they are really going to talk 
about me after this party tonight. By the way, do you 
realize how difficult it is, to dance backwards in high heels 
and wearing all this damn silk?"

******

Normally formal parties aren't a big thing when the main 
guest is only an Ambassador. At those times, only the 
"must attend" officers show up because most Marines 
don't like standing around in formal costumes and politely 
making small talk while sipping on watered-down whisky. 
They prefer going to a bar where they can relax, drink 
some good whiskey and fight some sailors.

With the Unionization of Planets at war with the hostile 
Hyloids, not many junior grade officers have their wives on 
the large vessel unless the wife is also providing some 
limited shipboard function, such as working in the food 
preparation areas, laundry areas, clothes exchange areas 
or other similar low responsibility area. So most of the 
attendees at tonight's party are going to be male. 

Although General Kaufmann's rank and quarters are 
impressively sufficient to support having his family on 
board, he's always liked keeping his family on Earth and 
going home frequently. Those long shore leaves are 
typically spent in the bedroom and put a lot of spark back 
into his long-term marriage to Jaye's pretty mother.

So usually when he hosts a reception, he appoints the wife 
of one of his senior officers to be his official hostess. With 
the word spread that his newly transformed daughter is 
going to be the official hostess and wearing a dress, his 
morale officer has been overwhelmed with requests for 
tickets and a "good table". Almost instantly, the size of the 
reception grew from the expected three hundred "must 
attend" tickets issued to the maximum number of twelve 
hundred issued tickets. The Morale Officer found himself 
in the unusual position of having to pull back tickets 
already given to junior grade officers to allow more senior 
officers and officers with wives to attend. Only when the 
President himself appeared on board the vessel, did so 
many people desire to participate in an otherwise boring 
reception.

Standing in his private alcove where he's waiting for the 
formal start of the reception, General Kaufmann glances at 
his watch. He's memorized the departure time of all 
shuttles leaving his vessel which could transport Jaye to 
Shuttle Central and eventually back to Earth. The last 
shuttle left within the last five minutes. The confident Old 
Man is patiently waiting for Carl McGee to knock on his 
door to inform him that Colonel Wexler's wife will have to 
fill in as Hostess because a spirit-broken Jaye is headed to 
Earth on that shuttle.

So when the knock comes, he smugly adjusts his coat and 
happily walks to the door. His smug confident look 
disappears when the open doorway reveals the beaming 
young lady that Colonel McGee is escorting.

"Hello Daddy. I read the rules for Hosts and Hostesses and 
all of our discussions are supposed to be informal and very 
friendly tonight. So I don't have to ask you for permission 
to speak because tonight I'm your daughter Jaye and not 
one of your pilots. How do I look?"

Letting go of Colonel McGee's arm, a very happy looking 
Jaye spins in a circle as if he's practiced for this moment 
all of his life. The crinkling petticoats under the long full, 
formal skirt make a seductive soft noise that highlights the 
soft click of the high heels.

As Jaye spins slowly so that General Kaufmann can 
supposedly get a total view of Jay's totally feminine 
appearance, a silent war is occurring between them. 
Although Jay's beaming face is smiling as if Jaye is 
deliriously happy to be there dressed as a woman, his 
Hazel brown eyes momentary reveal the inner anguish of 
being placed in this situation before Jaye's able to 
camouflage his anger by channeling the anger into a 
gleaming smile-like twinkle.

Holding his hands behind his back in a semi-relaxed 
Parade Rest position, General Kaufmann is also abruptly 
experiencing inner turmoil that his plan isn't working so 
far. His lips are smiling but he's fighting the urge to bite 
his tongue by squeezing his hands tightly together so that 
his fingernails digging into his palms allow him to partially 
relieve his inner frustrations. 

After making a full circle so that Jaye is facing his father 
again, he points at the diamond necklace lying on his 
exposed chest. The necklace looks like an inverted 
arrowhead pointing down at the womanly cleavage. "It was 
nice of you to send some of mother's jewelry over for me to 
wear tonight. Can we have a photograph taken of us 
tonight and sent to her so she can see how happy we are? 
And also so that she can see how pretty I look."

******

"Mister Ambassador, may I present Lieutenant Jaye 
Kaufmann, my hostess for the evening." 

The Ambassador's heels loudly click as he bows and Jaye 
curtsies as if the transformed young woman has been in 
this situation thousands of times. As Jaye curtsies, there 
is just a momentary flash of dangling boobs toward the 
Ambassador as the front of the dress adapts to the change 
in gravity.

Kissing the back of Jaye's hand, the Ambassador's rushed 
words are laughing "It's my pleasure. I'm so pleased to 
finally meet you. I've read about your amazing capture and 
subsequent transformation in our diplomatic briefings but 
I had no ideal that you turned into such a beautiful young 
woman. The few grainy photographs taken at first and 
circulated with the official transcripts of your escape, don't 
do you appropriate justice. If this blossoming into such a 
beautiful woman occurs with every transformation, I have 
a platoon of ugly men that I will send to Griais-4 tomorrow 
and hope that they get captured so that I can look forward 
to their escape." 

******

The reception line is long because of the large number of 
attendees. Each Officer stops momentary in front of the 
officer next to the General, who gets the officer's name and 
introduces the officer to the General. The lower ranking 
officers are given a quick handshake and then quickly 
introduced to Jaye who holds out a hand to either be 
formally kissed on the back of the hand or shook as if 
confirming a business deal, depending upon the greeted 
person's initiative. Then Jaye introduces the officer to the 
Ambassador and so on down the rest of the reception line 
until the officer joins the ever increasing hoard in the large 
party room. Senior officers or important people are given a 
slightly longer brief moment to say a few words before 
being eased down the line.

Some of the officer's being introduced are very familiar to 
Jaye because he had previously flown or attended a class 
with them. Those are the most awkwardly introductions at 
first but as the crowd kept coming through the door, it 
becomes easier to face old friends and have them stare at 
the boobs as if they've never seen boobs before. There is 
one young officer whose career has closely paralleled Jay's 
own career so that they are very close friends. Seeing that 
officer caused a moment of frustration which is increased 
by the young man's unthinking casual remark "Guess we 
won't be going bar-hopping any more!" Squeezing his hand 
tightly, Jay understands that the man is really referring to 
the many times that they spent on R&R, picking up 
whores and sharing them in a seedy hotel room. Looking 
the man in the eye to show that the male Jay Kaufmann 
still exists, Jaye softly responds "I look forward to doing a 
lot of bar-hopping with you some day in the future." 

The women and wives going through the line are a 
different situation because a lot of the women are sizing up 
the transformed young woman even more than the men 
are examining Jaye. Some of the women are very obvious 
in their stares at the partially exposed boobs and 
femininely clad body as if they don't believe it is possible to 
be so totally transformed into a realistic looking woman, 
even with the truth mere inches away from them.

There are a couple of women escorted through the line who 
shared a bed with the male Lieutenant Kaufmann within 
the last couple of years. Where one woman is friendly and 
laughs as if nothing has changed between them, the other 
woman makes a slightly catty remark, which Jaye 
attributes to the woman's displeasure with Jay's 
abandonment of their quick romance. Seems that the 
woman wanted to establish a long time relationship and 
was ready to get married but Jay wasn't interested in 
anything more than spending a couple of nights in bed 
with the woman. She tried to get him to come back to see 
her a few times and then got the message. So the woman 
slyly looks at Jaye as if she's secretly pleased that the 
transformation happened. Jaye finds it difficult to keep 
from saying out loud "Bitch!" but instead politely passes 
the woman quickly and her current main squeeze to the 
Ambassador.

About twenty minutes after the line started, General 
Kaufmann expands his usual curt introduction. "Jaye, I 
want you to meet Major Edwards. This is the man who 
rescued you."

For everyone else, Jaye has stood side by side between the 
General and Ambassador. For some unknown reason, Jaye 
takes a half step forward so that the only option for the 
Major is to shake the slender hand presented to him. 
Shaking hands like two men sealing a deal, Jaye examines 
the taller man's face. Where everyone else so far has been 
greeted with a so-nice-to-see-you rubber-face smile, Jaye's 
face is devoid of any emotion as he stares up into his 
rescuer's equally blank face. "So you're the one that pulled 
me off that damn planet. I don't know whether I should 
thank you for saving my life or shoot you for saving my 
life."

"I think that I did nothing more than what you or any 
other Marine would have done in similar circumstances. 
I'm hoping that you don't decide to shoot me."

"I think that I'll give you a fate worse than death. As 
Hostess, I'm supposed to dance half of the first dance with 
my father, the second half of the dance with the 
Ambassador and other dances with senior staff. I'm going 
to embarrass you by having you dance the second dance 
with me."

"It will be my pleasure and honor, Miss Kaufmann."

"Call me Jaye but don't call me Miss Kaufmann unless you 
want your ass kicked. No, now that you've pissed me off, 
I've just re-considered my offer. I'm going to sit out the 
second dance and do something else instead. Meet me on 
the balcony in the video wing and I'll challenge you to a 
game of Rocket Death III. Loser has to polish the winner's 
boots for a week."

"Uh.you should be aware that I'm very good at that game. 
I established a record of 172 million points in one game 
once."

"That's nice. My personal best is 184.5 million." 

"In that case, you're on. My name's David."

"Be prepared to lose. My name's Jay but you're expected to 
call me Jaye tonight."

******

Although by having to do the female follow to the male lead 
and dancing a waltz backwards in high heels is confusing 
at first, Jaye demonstrates to his father and assembled 
multitude watching that he can do it. Halfway through the 
dance, the Ambassador cuts in on the General as scripted 
and Jaye politely chitchats with him as the floor fills with 
other dancers. As soon as the dance is over, Jaye turns 
down the Ambassador's gentleman offer for escort back to 
the table and suggests that a trip to the Ladies Powder 
Room is necessary.

Jaye walks through the milling crowd knowing that 
General Kaufmann is watching every move made. Knowing 
the layout of the large Party Room, Jaye remembers that 
there are stairs leading up to the balcony level gameroom 
near the restrooms. Reaching the stairs, Jaye quickly goes 
up to the upper level where the younger officers usually 
congregate. The balcony level has some other rooms such 
as a television room and a game room where bored officers 
usually can find some way to kill time while fulfilling the 
requirement to be present.

Going into the gameroom, Jaye sees Major Edwards sitting 
patiently at one of the video game control seats, reserving 
the game for their challenge. Taking a seat opposite the 
man who saved his life, Jaye's proclaim is to set the tone 
of the game as being friendly and very competitive. "Get 
ready to get your ass kicked buster. I've had a lot of 
practice on this game."

"So have I."

Sitting down at the video game, Jaye looks perplexed at 
the table as if something is missing. Waving at a nearby 
waiter to get his attention, Jaye requests a cigar and a 
glass of whiskey. Jaye delays the start of the game until 
there is a full glass of whiskey on the counter and a lit 
cigar is in the mouth. 

******

After ten minutes, Jaye was ahead by a mere 80,000 
points. That's not much considering that each player 
reached the 10,000,000 mark in the first three minutes of 
play. Both of them are intently staring at the monitors and 
not only trying to outshoot each other but to out-
maneuver each other in the highly competitive game. 
Points are given for hit targets but more points are given 
for the skill in flying the video rocket and getting to the 
various targets without crashing. Both of them are totally 
absorbed in the game and don't notice that the General is 
part of the small crowd watching them play the realistic 
rocket jockey shoot-them-up game. Standing unnoticed a 
few feet away, he watches the intent look on each of their 
faces as they struggle to win the simulation game.

He had come looking for Jaye with the intent to bring Jaye 
back to the main table and to somehow maneuver Jaye 
into sitting with some of the officer's wives to see if that 
would help break the impasse. Seeing them playing the 
combat game, he gets another idea. Turning around, he 
walks away, letting them continue their game as he plans 
another game for the two officers to play.

Going back to his table, he sits down beside Colonel 
McGee who is smoking a cigar as he sips his brandy. 
Lighting his own cigar, he makes a puzzling comment to 
his long time friend. "Throwing Jaye into a crowd hasn't 
convinced him to go home. Wonder what will happen when 
I send him back to work?" 
 
******

"Major Edwards, reporting as ordered."

General Kaufmann snaps to attention and returns the 
young officer's salute. 

"I understand that you barely lost at Rocket Death III last 
night to Lieutenant Kaufmann. Knowing my son, you were 
set up and probably lost a minor bet to him."

"Yes sir. I'm quickly learning to not underestimate 
Lieutenant Kaufmann's abilities. Especially in playing 
games. As a result of the very close outcome of our bet, I'm 
supposed to shine her..excuse me, to shine his boots 
every day until one of us ships out."

Pointing at the couch in the corner of his large office which 
has a coffee table holding a bottle of whiskey and some 
glasses filled with ice, the General walks to the informal 
couch, closely followed by the younger man. After pouring 
a couple of drinks for each of them and leaving the bottle 
within range of the Major so that he could refill his glass 
as he desired, the General gets straight to the point. "I've 
arranged for you to be promoted in the near future. It 
wasn't easy because you don't meet the time in grade 
requirements having just been recently promoted to Major. 
You will be promoted to Lieutenant Colonel in about nine 
weeks which is about two years ahead of the earliest that 
you would've been promoted under normal circumstances. 
Until then, you belong to me and will follow my 
instructions. Your ship took a lot of damage and is going 
to take several weeks in dry dock before it's ready for duty 
again. So until your normally assigned vessel is ready for 
action again, I'm temporary putting you in charge of a new 
vessel and giving you a new assignment that is slightly 
different from the type of assignments that you normally 
receive. I want you to do some routine scout missions then 
you're going on a Rest and Recreation visit. How long has 
it been since you've been on R&R?"

Sipping on his whisky, Major Edwards stares over the rim 
of his glass while postponing answering the General's 
question "R&R? It's always too long between visits. Why 
scout missions? Scouts are usually led by Captains or 
Lieutenants near promotion."

"Because my dear future Lieutenant Colonel, you still need 
me to sign your promotion orders. There are some things 
that I can order you to do and there are some things that I 
can't order anyone to do. Let me tell you what I can order 
you to do. The scout mission that I have in mind, will not 
have a full complement of six crew members. It'll just be 
you and Lieutenant Kaufmann for two weeks on the scout 
vessel by yourselves. Then you go straight to an R&R site 
where I expect the two of you to relax and party a lot, 
before returning to space one more time with just the two 
of you in the close quarters of a small scout vessel. I 
expect that during that time that you're working very 
closely, that the two of you will become closer than just 
shipmates. By the way, Lieutenant Kaufmann doesn't 
know about his new assignment yet and the two of you are 
leaving this afternoon. Need I say more?" 

******
 
"Lieutenant Kaufmann reporting as ordered."

"At ease. This won't take long. Thank you for being my 
official Hostess last night and for complying to my 
assigned dress code. The photographs taken of you in your 
Hostess ballgown have already been transmitted to your 
mother. She asked me to tell you that she thinks that you 
looked very pretty and again asked me to suggest that you 
consider coming back to Earth. I have to agree with your 
mother that she could probably provide a lot more moral 
support than I can provide you at this time. But that's not 
why I requested you to come here this morning. Per your 
request to return to duty as soon as possible, you've been 
certified as ready to return to duty by both the Sick Bay 
Team and the Flight Team. Because the rest of your squad 
was killed, I'll have to re-assign you to another ship and to 
a different team. Return to your quarters and begin check 
out procedures from your quarters. At 1900 hours tonight, 
report to Hangar Bay 271 to the Flight Officer who will 
show you your new assignment. Because this first mission 
that you're assigned to, isn't a long term mission and is 
composed entirely of officers awaiting reassignment, it will 
be a flight of only two to three weeks. Your Scout Shuttle 
won't be fully manned with a full crew for such a short 
flight so you'll be expected to perform double duty as Pilot 
and Navigator. You're going to return to the general 
vicinity of Griais-4 and establish warning beacons to ward 
off Unionization vessels that aren't aware of the horrible 
secret that you accidentally discovered. After that 
assignment is successfully finished, you're scheduled for 
an R&R visit before returning to duty with a regularly 
assigned crew on a normal staffed vessel. Good luck. 
Dismissed." 

----



Chapter 6 - A long journey

Colonel McGee leans back on the couch and sips the 
whisky as he watches a very agitated Jaye Kaufmann pace 
and forth across the small space in the assigned Women's 
Quarters. It's a very different looking Jaye from the Belle of 
last night's ball because he's now dressed in combat 
fatigues. His thick hair is pulled back into a ponytail and 
there's a pistol attached to the web belt.

"It's a fucking setup. I honestly thought that he was going 
to give me a chance when I walked out of his office. I ran 
down to Hanger Bay 271 to check out my new vessel and 
to make sure that everything was shipshape before the 
scheduled departure time. Two mechanics were finishing 
up verifying the armaments were fully stocked. I picked up 
the mechanics checklist to see if I knew any of the other 
crewmen. There were only two names on the list. Just that 
fucking asshole Edwards and me. The Old Man is sending 
me into space for two weeks to be alone with just one man. 
Not with a normal crew. Shit, knowing Daddy, he's 
promised the handsome young Major a promotion if he'll 
fuck me a couple of hundred times and turn me into a 
submissive pregnant housewife ready to be shipped back 
to Earth, by the time that we return from this trip."

"Your Daddy didn't get to be Supreme Commander by not 
planning for any possible contingency. Well, at least you've 
only got one person to worry about for the two weeks. One 
man might be easier to keep under control than having five 
men to worry about." 

"Shit. With one man, it's my word against his word as to 
anything that happens to me. He could rape me and get 
away with it. With five men, I could expect normal peer 
pressure to keep everything on an even keel and to give me 
a fair chance. With one man, it's like being in a locked 
mountain cabin that's normally used by honeymooning 
couples. I'm going to keep my pistol loaded at all times."

*******

"Jaye, I want you to know that I didn't request this 
assignment and was only informed of my teaming with you 
this morning a few minutes before you received your 
assignment."

"It's Lieutenant Kaufmann. The informalities of last night's 
Reception won't be observed by me on this flight. I'm your 
Pilot, Navigator and will perform my standard military 
duties. If you're expecting that we establish any personal 
relationships while we're on this Scout mission, you better 
request my reassignment right now."

Major Edwards' face scrunches as if he wasn't expecting 
the rebuff. "Reassignment? I don't think either of us 
desires that. If you're reassigned without even going out 
into space, then a Board of Inquiry will have to evaluate 
your duty status. And while you're dodging their 
questions, as the Commander, I'm filling out a bunch of 
damn forms as to why a change in personnel was 
requested at the last minute. No, you're going with me. But 
we're going to do it as co-workers and I hope as friends. I'll 
admit that your father wants me to pressure you but I 
turned him down. I'm here because I've never turned down 
any mission assignment. I'm here to do my duty and I'll do 
my damnest to treat you as an equal. As far as I'm 
concerned, your time on this ship will be spent as my pilot 
and not as my bunkmate. My first name is David."

"Very well. You may call me Jay. You've got a pilot. Let's 
get this ship on course."

******

"See Jay, I told you that once we got a couple of hours 
away from Base One Station, that you'd feel a lot more 
relaxed."

"Yeah David, I suppose that you're right and that I was 
overly paranoid from all of my recent problems as well as 
feeling flushed from my relative newness with having to 
deal with all these damn female hormones coursing 
through my new body. Well, I've established the navigation 
route to Griais-4. We should be there in about seventy-
three point four hours. Per normal procedures, defense 
shields are running at ten percent protection which is 
adequate for avoiding normal space debris."

"Good. While you were doing that, I've calibrated the 
weapons system and confirmed that all m