Soldier of Missfortune 7

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Soldier of Missfortune 7
by Angharad

Copyright © 2011 Angharad
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The conversation amongst the women degenerated as the wine flowed. In fear of making mistakes, I made one glass last me all evening, so was the only one sober by the end.

The stories the two older women were telling about their husbands were hair curling if not toe curling too. Stories about their sexual inadequacies or affairs the husbands and their wives had had–I found it embarrassing, to say the least. I mean, I’ve heard a few bar room discussions with men where I found the content difficult to take–partly because of the language. I know we all use the F-word from time to time, but some of the squaddies and NCOs use it all the time as their main adjective, verb, and so on. The women were less crude in their language but just as much so in content.

I was half expecting a discussion based on hair styles or fashion trends, or even the sewing–which Philippa Reynolds obviously enjoyed. The once or twice I tried to raise subjects about such impersonal things, they quickly brought it back to sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll.

“What’s the matter, Lexi, are we embarrassing you?” asked Helen Stone.

“Perhaps she’s still a virgin?” joked Philippa Reynolds.

“You’re not are you?” asked Clare.

“She is,” chuckled Joy–and she was right. I was still a virgin and with my dick sewn into my abdomen, likely to remain that way for a while longer.

They all laughed then, and I went as red as my nails. “I’ll speak to Todd, he’ll sort you,” joked Clare–I hoped she was joking–I also hoped the Colonel hadn’t drunk as much as his wife or I’d have to get a cab home.

I looked at the clock, it was eleven, by now I’d be heading back to my room with my mates from the mess or the pub if we had permits–curfew was midnight. Or I could be on guard duty, wandering round with a gun and no ammo–though whenever there was a raised terrorist alert, we got five rounds which we had to hand back afterwards.

Great, they turn up with AK47s and rifle propelled grenades and we shout bang once our five rounds were used up. I remember Spike Milligan writing about his wartime experiences and his gun crew having no ammunition to practice with, so they’d do the drill and shout bang when they pretended to fire. I must read it again, his war memoirs.

“Ho, dreaming of Todd, are we?” said a rather drunken colonel’s wife.”

“Sorry, ma’am, no–can I help?”

“If you can hold the room still while I just meander across it–oops,” I took her arm and led her out of the room. Colonel Stone heard us and walked out.

“Helen–not pissed again–every time?” he shook his head.

“She’sh not pished, she’sh shtil shtandin’,” Pippa Reynolds offered a rather inebriated opinion.

“Helen, you were supposed to be driving us back–remember?” The colonel said briskly to his wife.

“Ha haha,” she said, “I forgot, silllllleeee meeee, oopsh.”

“I could drive, sir,” I volunteered, more to get home than anything else.

“I don’t think so, Lexi, I’ll have to do it.”

I was going to argue but his stare changed my mind. Oh well, if we all get killed that should cause a few interesting questions to be raised both locally and in Parliament about employing transsexuals–even though I’m not one–I’m undercover–that’s all–deep cover–so bloody deep I can’t see the sun anymore.

“Come on, in the car you stupid cow,” the colonel urged his wife who was giggling and falling all over the place. So that’s what being married to an army officer does to you–remind me not to make that mistake–bloody men.

Just after we’d got her into his car I realised she’d left her wrap behind and I dashed back into the house only to see the tail lights of his car disappearing into the night.

“Oh that’s just bloody wonderful,” I said out loud.

“What is, Lexi?” asked a male voice behind me.

I turned and Major Reynolds was standing there. “The colonel has gone off without me, I came back to get his wife’s wrap, sir.”

“Oh bad show–I can’t take you–had a drink or two, dunno about Todd.” He wandered back into the house.

“If you could call me a cab, sir.” I called after him.

“That’ll cost you a fortune, Lexi, I didn’t think corporals made that much–do they?”

“No, sir.”

“I’ll take her,” said Todd Pearce, “I can go back that way–no problemo.”

“That’s very kind, Captain Pearce, but I could easily get a cab.”

“I’m all kindness, especially with sexy young women, Lexi,” he winked at me.

“I’m sure you are, sir, but you’ve been drinking, sir.”

“Not very much–I have to be up early to watch some prat doing something–you know the army–one workman and three officers to watch, make sure they’re doing it properly.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Okay, Sexy Lexi, in ya get.” He peeped the remote for his car–a Volvo something or other, it looked new and shiny.

I had no escape short of turning tail and running off–and in these shoes–unlike films I was not going to run across fields, woodland and swamps without losing a stiletto–so I got in the car.

“It’s alright, Lexi, I’m not going to eat you–unless you ask me really nicely.”

I swallowed.

He started his car and we drove down the lane to the main road. “We didn’t have much chance to talk did we?”

“No, sir.”

“Dammit, woman, we’re not on duty now–it’s just Todd–okay?”

“Yes, sir, Todd.”

“No, just Todd–you’re a very attractive woman–d’ya know that, Lexi?”

“Ummm–am I, sir–I mean, Todd, sir?”

“Oh yes, and those tits of yours are just calling out to be touched and sucked, aren’t they?” His hand stroked my breast and I paused in my efforts to leave the car at fifty miles an hour. It was nice but what would come with it wouldn’t be.

“Oh, that is so good, Jesus the size of your nipples, girl...”

“Sir, watch out...” I tried to grab the wheel but it was too late, we mounted the kerb and smashed through a hedge before I felt an impact and everything went black.

I had a vague dreamlike feeling of voices and hands easing me onto something flat. I woke up in hospital with tubes in every orifice plus some. “Well young lady, and it is young lady now.”

“What d’you mean?” I croaked.

“You’ve been asleep for a week, we had to do some repairs to your bladder and discovered that your very convincing mock pudenda was just that. We checked with your MO and he said you were transsexual on the list for surgery–so we helped you jump the queue a bit.”

“I’m sorry, sir–I don’t understand.”

“We’ve given you the op–we have a urologist who used to work at Charing Cross.”

“What op, sir?”

“A sex change,” he said quietly shaking his head.

“But I...”I felt my eyes fill with tears and I sobbed.

“Yes, I know you thought you’d have to wait a bit longer–well we thought you’d be pleased.”

I think it was at this point that I passed out or something because I woke up again on my own and had to wait for a nurse to come and help me get a drink.

“There we are, Lexi, sip it gently.”

“What have they done to me, exactly?”

“They did your vaginoplasty and clitoroplasty, so you’ll be able to have reasonable sex–they took a bit of your ileum to do that.

“You had so little for reconstructive surgery that they had to take a bit from your gut, so you’ll have a self-lubricating channel as a vagina.”

“Great,” I said.

“Your bladder got torn when part of a tree stuck into your groin–I’m afraid, that if you’d been a normal man, it would have probably severed everything anyway.”

“Great.”

“It could have been worse, Lexi–just think, you’d have been a bloke without a dick and now you’re a fully formed female–like you wanted to be.”

“Who told you that?”

“Your army medical officer, your commanding officer and your parents–I get the impression they were a bit snotty, but they were your next of kin, and they gave us authority to carry on because they knew it’s what you would have said had you been conscious. You really hit the jackpot, because one of the best surgeons in the country is our consultant urologist.”

“Why is my chest sore?”

“Ah, yes, they had to rebuild it somewhat–the impact damaged your implants, and we managed to get enough fat from your gut to rebuild them with fatty implants–it’s the latest thing–so no bags of saline, it’s all you and you have a waist like a sylph.”

“Great.”

“Initially your boobs will be a bit smaller, but you might well grow a bit with the hormones which will be more effective now you’re not producing much testosterone. I think you’ll have a brilliant body.”

“Great.”

“I suppose it’s just the shock of achieving all this so quickly that’s making you seem unimpressed, is it?”

“Something like that, I suppose.”

“Your parents were notified that you’d regained consciousness but they declined to come and see you.”

That was hardly a surprise–well, whether they like it or not–they now have a daughter. Whether I like it or not–I happen to be that daughter. Oh fuck.

“Your commanding officer is coming in this afternoon, he’s delighted that you’re on the mend.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet he is.”

“Look on the bright side–your colleague who was driving–he’s in a bad way, broke his back–he won’t be walking out of here unless some sort of miracle occurs.”

“Is he still here?”

“On orthopaedics, yeah.”

“Could someone take me to see him?”

“I suppose it could be arranged, we’ll have to check if he’s well enough for you to go.”

“Of course.”

“I’m afraid that because of the nature of the plumbing job we had to do to repair the bladder, you won’t be on solids for a few more days.”

“I don’t think I feel very hungry anyway.”

“No, maybe not–d’you want to sit up?”

I nodded and she pressed some remote control device and the bed began to hum, the back rest lifting me into a sitting position. I sat there listening to the radio in my locker–once again in a private room–this time on women’s surgical.

After a wash–bed-bath variety–and my hair combed, I felt a bit better. I was now wearing one of my own nightdresses so that felt better than a hospital gown. I was still on drips and things and still in a state of shock. My dreams of going back to my normal masculine self were now all to hell. I didn’t hold the doctors to blame–they just did their best for me–or what they were told was the best for me. I’d have quite a bone to pick with Stone when he arrived. One good thing, his stupid idea of this target thing was finished, so it’s all been in vain–ain’t life just wunnerful? Stupid army.

I was black and blue in various places, some of it from the accident, some from the surgery. I felt really beautiful in my white elastic stockings and the missing bits between them. Yeah–I know–they’re still hanging on a tree somewhere.

The nurse returned and told me they could take me down to see Captain Pearce. Somehow, I managed to wriggle into a wheelchair, one that could take my catheter bag and my drip, and with a blanket wrapped over my legs a porter pushed me to the lift and thence to orthopaedics.

Todd Pearce was also in a private room–on an air mattress, with drips and so on. He looked a real mess, his face was all bruised and so was his upper body–he lay naked under the bed linen as far as I could tell.

“Sir, excuse me not saluting.” I said as I was wheeled alongside him.

“Lexi–sorry doll, dunno what happened, but I could walk before I came in here–an’ I never got to shag you–bugger–I won’t now–can’t feel it let alone use it.”

“Tell you what, sir, if ever you do find it works again give me a shout and I’ll see what I can do.” Offering sex to a paraplegic was hardly an act of charity, but compared to him, I had some sort of future–quite what–had yet to be determined.

“Yeah, thanks Lexi, it might be a while–I’ve got a lot to catch up with first–but I’ll keep you in mind.”

“You do that, Captain.”

“I expect they’ll kick me out now–can’t do much bomb disposal from a wheel chair can I?”

“Oh I don’t know, sir...”

“You know the old joke, if your bomb disposal chap is running away, it’s a real emergency. Can’t fuckin’ run fast in a bloody wheel chair, can you?”

“You can get electric ones, sir.”

“Yeah, sure–look beautiful, it’s good to see you’re going to be okay–you actually look really good–even without makeup–you’re quite a looker–do us a favour and piss off–too many memories,” he pointed at his middle, “if you get my drift.”

“Sure, okay.” I reached out the hand without a drip in it and he took it and kissed it and began to cry. I felt rotten and wheeled myself back out to the corridor–where they sent for the porter to take me back to my ward.

Lunch was clear soup, jelly and cup of Bovril–no solid waste–my bowel and bladder are still recovering. Great.

I was dozing when Colonel Stone came in carrying a huge bunch of flowers. “Lexi, you’re looking good.”

“I don’t feel it.”

“No? Well, once they get you back on solids eh? Couple of bacon sarnies–make a...”

“A man of me? Take more than that won’t it? You’ve seen to that.”

“Oh c’mon, Lexi, you were hardly much of a specimen of masculinity, were you?”

“Compared to a dick like you, probably not, but not everyone wants to be a total arsehole like you–some of us like who we are–or were. I wasn’t much of a man, but I was one.” With my girl’s voice it probably sounded absurd, but I at last told him what I thought of him.

“I can understand your anger, Lexi.”

“How dare you say that? How can you possibly conceive how I feel? You’ve still got your genitals, even if your wife says you’re useless in bed.”

“She said what?”

“She told us all how useless you are in bed–after she’d had a few glasses of wine–it’s about all I can remember. I suppose my dress is ruined?”

“You talk about dresses and in the same breath tell me you’re a man? Ha.”

“That dress cost me eighty quid, that’s a lot of money to me.”

“We’ll arrange some sort of compensation package.”

“I should hope so, as far as I’m concerned I was on duty when it happened. Anyway, you can add it to my redundancy package.”

“What redundancy package?”

“Well, you can hardly employ me now, can you? Despite the supposed policies, we all know the army is full of sexist bigots like you, and won’t employ sexual minorities like me–or like I am now.”

“It does and will–that equal opportunities statement is real–and I’ll make sure it’s enforced–but, um–you’re not in a minority group.”

“Come off it, sir, gender benders are hardly hanging off every tree are they–unlike my balls.”

“Officially you’re female–we got a few documents changed to ease the way.”

“Yeah, until we get to DSS and so on.”

“No–everything–birth certificate onwards.”

“So how can I sue for compensation from the accident if you’ve got me down as not having the missing bits in the first place?”

“You won’t–the insurance pay-out will be adequate, for your torn bladder and so on. Don’t worry about that–we’ve got a good chap negotiating for a quick settlement.”

I was astonished.

“But how can I go back to my unit–like this?”

“You won’t, you’ll stay with us, we still need a technician.”

“Oh–so who’s doing the job I was meant to do?”

“You are–we’ve put it back a few weeks–and you’ll be even better able to convince him, won’t you?”

I sat there speechless–no wonder they wanted the surgery done.

“Enjoy the rest, I’m off to see Todd Pearce.” He was gone before I could formulate how I felt about everything.

I sat there weeping quietly–as soon as I was out of here I was going to resign and get a job in civvy street, even if it was on the tills in Tesco. Fuck the army–fuck everyone–this guy–okay, girl is looking out for herself from now on.

I was so lost in my reverie, plotting how I’d enjoy dropping Stone in it that I didn’t notice the figure standing by the door of my room.

“Alexander, may I come in?”

I looked up and nearly died. “Muuum,” I squeaked and she smiled at me.

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Soldier of Missfortune 7

Maybe, just maybe Mum will LISTEN to her new daughter and tell Kernel Arsehole what he can do with his self for purposefully mutilating her son. Does the cad want to shag his mutilated soldier?

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine
    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

Was mum eavesdropping?

I suppose getting written evidence of Stone's deception would be too much to hope for, so even with the circumstantial evidence of no prior indications of GSD and no GP / therapist / endocrinologist appointments, it would probably be virtually impossible to prove the truth (either in a court of law or via the media).

But at least if mum's back on side (perhaps she re-analysed the letter and worked it it either didn't sound like Alex or was subtly different to his normal handwriting style) he's got a chance of life outside the army. After all, although he's well qualified for the technical aspects of the mission, he wasn't too thrilled about either seducing the enemy in order to get access to the device, or killing him once access was granted.

 

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There are 10 kinds of people in the world - those who understand binary and those who don't...

As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!

I thought the same thing Mittfh.

What did Mum hear?

The lot I hope so at least M&D will be back on side.

LoL
Rita

Age is an issue of mind over matter.
If you don't mind, it doesn't matter!
(Mark Twain)

LoL
Rita

Just Great!

Alex's comments were telling, as she responded to being informed of her surgeries by the nurse.

As far as I'm concerned, Stone is still a prick of the first order—even if his wife doesn't think so—and I hope he gets his just desserts.

Thanks A: you've effectively cut off (literally) Alex's chances of returning to her genetic gender, and it's going to be interesting to see how things progress from this point.

Procedural Stuff


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Grrr..

A slow, painful death is too good for these military idiots.

It would give me no greater pleasure to see Alexander go out on his mission with a platoon headed by Colonel Stone-for-brains, and have Alexander be the only one that comes back. At a minimum Colonel Stone-for-brains needs to not come back.

Fortunately, mom shows her motherly instincts and comes around, which is just what he needs right now.

Whew. A great story to have me show this much emotion about it. Thanks for writing it, and I look forward to the next chapter.

Good Old Stone at it again!

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I hope Alixndra's mother was listening when she told Stone off. Maybe she will understand things better now. & that damed Captin he aught to be coutrt marshled out of the army Stone as well both gor gross neglences & the Capt for conduct unbecomming an officer & a gentlemen artical 133 of the UCMJ (Uniform Code of Millitary Justace)Artical 111.911 recless driving, & artical 134 (everything else general section with the U.S. anyway) Artical or the U.S. UCMJ stone would get articals 128 (Assult) (by what he did tp poor Lexi constutes assult) 133 & 134

*All of this information is avable on google under UCMJ*
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Except

It's england, not the US /sweatdrop
Though I truly feel bad for Alexander, that is utterly horrible and probably his worst nightmare come true...

I know who I am, I am me, and I like me ^^
Bisexual, transsexual, gamer girl, princess, furry that writes horror stories and proud ^^

I know who I am, I am me, and I like me ^^
Transgender, Gamer, Little, Princess, Therian and proud :D

I would like

ALISON

'to give the Colonel SRS, with a blunt knife!!

"And now,my once blind eyes do see,
that I am her,
and she is me".

ALISON

Poor Lexi.

She is now well and truly stuck isn't she? I'm sure she'd like to perform some surgery on Stone herself right now. At least her Mom is back in the picture.

Maggie

Bombs

I have some ideas where to put those bombs she's supposed to disarm. As for Mom I really hope she overheard the Bastard. Lexi's luck just isn't that good, but I can hope!

hugs!
Grover

On the Mend

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It looks like things can only get better now. I'm very optimistic that her mum will make up. She should be able to straighten her out that she's never been a transsexual, not that that's a bad thing of course.

I'm not happy with the parents' reaction but it was mostly the father. He did most of the talking and writing. I expect the mum will be much more understanding. Thank goodness.

And thanks and kudos for another good chapter.

- Terry

Soldier of Misfortune

Could our authoress have set us up? Could the accident have been staged??? She and her muse has done worse to us in other stories. Nahhh, she wouldn't do that, would she?

Huggles
Chelle_MM

birth cirtificate

If Mom speaks up and says they had a son, the phony birth certificate goes to smoke.

Dorothycolleen

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She's Even Better Qualified Now

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Soorrreee! I think you're all wrong. This IS BC after all.

This was serendipity for the colonel (and will eventually be serendipity for Lexi).

The colonel now has as close to the real McCoy to send on the mission as he could wish for. Lexi has ALL the necessary equipment to carry it out, and, knowing our wily, scheming authoress, will probably get to use it.

Ang will eventually allow our heroine to attain happiness, which will obviously require acceptance and enjoyment of her newly constituted female body.

I predict that Mum will accept that she still has a child who she loves regardless of her gender and Lexi will get some form of revenge on Stone after the mission is completed. In the meantime we all love to hate a villain. Boo! Hiss!

Joanne

The vindication I hope for.

I have to say that Stone is a bloody plonker. I hope that she gets to tell Mum what really happened and that eventually Stone gets sacked.

K

Discomfort Zone

This story just put me out of my comfort zone.

As I'm about to pass my 6 year anniversary as a registered member of this site, it's fair to say I enjoy transgender fiction. I love to see protagonists achieve acceptance, even love, and find synchronicity and harmony in their self-image. Whether or not that's happening, though, I definitely find myself empathizing with the lead character in most stories I read, for better or for worse. Perhaps it's indicative of some deficiency in my own personality, that I can so easily not only see things through a fictional character's eyes, but feel what I imagine they're feeling.

As long as there was hope that Alex/Lexi could achieve his goal and get back to where he seemed to want to be, I was happy to see this story as a comedy. But, to see his (for it is "him" as he doesn't voluntarily identify as female) hopes crushed and his future at least exchanged for another, if not stolen, it's hard to laugh.

It would be thoroughly wonderful if this was his aspiration, if he was in fact a she. But, he's not. "Her" conversion is involuntary, and something besides flesh has been taken from him. I'm sad.

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I may dress this way, but I'm still me.

Ammo and guard duty

In the early '80's I was the Unit Armorer for my Battery (I was an Artilleryman then.) I had 2 20 round M-16 magazines with 3 rounds each and one .45 magazine with 3 rounds in my arms room. These magazines were to be issued when weapons were detailed for armed guard duty. This was back during the Bader-Minhof/Red Army days in Germany.

I also hope that Alex's mother heard that asshole Stone in Alex's hospital room.

i too think mom heard euff to least hear out lexi now.

as far as the Capt.goes. I think he's paid dearly and will for yrs to come.
Col.Stone, well he's a ole core military man that takes orders and as a officer tries to make those orders work no matter his personal belief is. and anyone who's ever served in the military knows prob. several people just like him. But for what ever reason, most likely trust him to keep their butts alive. I'm guessing the Col doesnt like the idea of what's happening any better than the next.

whether or not tho...lexi might be better off as a female even if ""HE"" wasnt intending or inclined in even dressing up as a female , let alone be one. I've known a few males that way. that i thought would make great females if they had desired to do such. then ya get the ones like me. that knew i was different and still had lots of problems getting others to see it. even if i sh** and pressed their nose into it, woudlnt get it.

some one great once said .. ya cant please em all ... learn to please yourself and let the others piss off

What a bunch of animals

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I'd like to know when Alex gave Todd permission to touch her? Given his attitude and actions, he'd drank more than he admitted.

Well, Todd got his reward for his attitude toward Alex and actually did get to screw her, going by the type of injuries Alex sustained. Todd screwed her so bad that Alexander no longer exists.

Lexi is fooling herself if she thinks Stone will let her cash out any time soon. He's going to manipulate her into mission after mission until she is no longer affective.

Mum being there is a real surprise. Wonder how much she heard? Or if she had to fight her husband to come see her new daughter? Hopefully Lexe has the courage to speak the truth, and not tell mum more lies.

Others have feelings too.