My first week at my new assignment had gone abysmally. Here, I was, Captain Steve Rodman, failing again. I had been amazed that I got promoted to captain from first lieutenant in the first place meriting this assignment. I mean, I screw my administrative job up so much and I can barely keep up with the physical fitness. I have terrible upper body strength, but I try hard at any rate. I joined the Army after college at the insistence of my father, a career military man who had died last year leaving me pretty much alone in the world since my Mom died when I was small and my sister was who knows where. I was alone; The Army was my life and I was screwing it up.

I had been assigned to the Personnel Office at a small base in Kansas. I hated Personnel, women officers and civilians usually handled this job and true to form, my boss was a strict female Lieutenant Colonel, named Karen Wentworth. She was a beautiful lady, however and she wore her tight uniforms very well. She had flame red hair that she kept in a tight bun. There was no doubt that she liked power and that she didn't like having a male officer in her midst. The other military person in the Office was Major Sandra Johnson. Sandra was a tall brunette who was in excellent physical shape from martial arts and running marathons. She had humiliated me at the last physical fitness test and was assigned to help me get better physical fitness so I could pass next time. Both superior officers were condescending in their manner to me, and I deserved it since I screwed up continually. We had a civilian secretary named Veronica Laman who dressed like a whore and treated me like I wasn't there. My presence had upset the status quo and was resented. I didn't think I could handle three years here.

The determined click of high heels coming down the hall announced the arrival of the angry Colonel. I stood at attention and she chewed me out on how I had caused a computer mishap which erased 2 years of records. She was going to have me demoted and transferred out in disgrace. I begged her not to but she told me I was a disgrace to the uniform and wondered if I were really a man since I was so thin and short and had no athletic prowess. At 5 ft 8 inches and 135 lbs I was never much to look at in terms of masculine prowess but I had never had my masculinity so violently attacked before. When she had finished, Major Johnson came in and whispered something in her ear. The two whispered back and forth. I could see a devilish smile forming on both of their mouths. LTC Wentworth said that she had a proposition for me. If I accepted, she would give me another chance. If I didn't I was out on my ear. It turns out that I had replaced a Captain Candice Rhoads and that she and the two other officers had formed a sort of girl power trio. It turns out that some high-ranking officers were coming in town the next day and they were expecting dates with the trio like usual, unfortunately one of the trio was gone which would have screwed things up till the colonel had her brainstorm. "Captain, I want you to be a woman for a couple days and go out on a group date with us. Don't worry, she grinned, it will all be platonic". She went on to explain why this was so. I stammered nervously "I am a man, how could I do this, how humiliating". She demanded an answer in an angry tone, arms folded and heel tapping. I said that I would in a low whisper. They both smiled and clapped. "That's a girl" said Major Johnson "Let's get you ready. I had Veronica get some things for your transformation, because I knew you would submit like the good little faggot that you are."

They took me to Sandra's house. I was ordered to go in the tub and shave every hair off my body so that I was smooth as silk. I did so and true to form they felt my skin and complimented me on its softness. I felt naked in front of them and they laughed at my cold and shrunken genitalia. "God, he looks like a girl" said the Major to the Colonel. She then told me my new name was Stephanie P. Rhoads and I was a captain still, at least if I performed adequately. They made me walk like a girl while I was naked and talk in high breathy voice which surprisingly was quite convincing, sort of like Marilyn Monroe. On the bed had been laid out my new uniform. It had been procured by Veronica who was out getting the last few things. I put on my nylons which I had to admit felt good against my skin. I put on a padded body shaper with silicone breasts which gave me a distinctly feminine appearance. I put on a camisole and half-slip and buttoned up a trim female Army blouse with my new name tag, "Rhoads" already on it and the smaller female-type rank epaulets with 2 silver bars for Captain. I put on the tight green skirt which came to just above my knees and tucked in my blouse. They had me slip into 3 inch patent leather pumps and practice walking and talking. Satisfied with their progress, they sat me down and applied makeup, mascara, liner, blush and a light green eyeshadow. I felt pain in my earlobes as the Major inserted small military regulation stud earrings in with a gun-like apparatus. I heard a knock on the door and in come Veronica holding a wig. Veronica was amazed at my transformation and said I had better legs than all of them. I sat glumly and endured the transformation but had to admit a scary thought, that a part of me really enjoyed this. After the makeup was complete, a short blonde wig was place on my short haircut and adjusted and brushed out. I buttoned the top button of my blouse and inserted the tab tie. I slipped into my female jacket and buttoned it up. It came together in a very feminine way, accentuating my figure and bosom. The women had taken care to place all of my proper insignia on the new female coat and had placed the "Rhoads" nameplate. The final touch included the female military hat and a black handbag. There was stunned silence and I was led to the mirror. In the mirror was the most stunning woman I had ever seen who looked so sharp in her tailored uniform. Her face was incredible, barely recognizable as mine. I let out an astonished "Oh my God" not in my own voice but in that of Marilyn Monroe.

That evening I got to practice deportment by walking around the base where I was sure to run into people. I saluted senior officers with a cute smile and returned snappy salutes to lower ranking officers and enlisted. All of these men would turn around as we passed getting good glimpses of our shapely legs. We went into town and ate at a restaurant. I was instructed on how to make small talk and to cross my legs properly. I was feeling more relaxed but had tremendous apprehension about the next evening. The women were all sympathetic now like I was one of them and told me everything would be OK since our dates were officers and gentlemen. I spent the night at Karen's and slept in a flimsy nightgown to maintain my feminine mind-set and dressed for work the next day in my new ladies' uniform. I applied the makeup on my own to please the Colonel with my progress and reported for duty. The day went quickly and I felt that I did a good job, correcting mistakes I had made previously.

At 17:00, our dates arrived. All of the men were full Colonels and all were particularly tall and handsome. I had never considered looking at men this way but it seemed natural in my new apparel and lifestyle. My date was COL. Tom Zelick. He was a military surgeon and was 6 ft 3 inches tall and had a blond crewcut. He was dressed in his duty uniform which accentuated his manly proportions and was covered with medals and ribbons. He was also quite nice and surprisingly soft-spoken. We left as a group to the Officer's Club where we had a few drinks there. I made small talk as I had been instructed and received nods of approval form the other lady officers. I invented a feminine version of my personal history to satisfy the inquiries of the Colonels. Major Johnson noted to Tom that I was considering going to nursing school to be an Army nurse, An interesting fiction to entice Colonel Zelick. The Colonel smiled and said that he hope I would be assigned to his service although he wouldn't get much work done with me in the room, being so beautiful. He said to me privately that he thought I would be quite sexy in an Army nurse uniform. I had to admit I liked the thought of working for such a handsome nice man even if I had to wear a starched white uniform. I couldn't believe I was thinking like this, like I was a woman. The few drinks had made me loosen up and I became quite bold in my feminine allure and winked at him and showed him some leg. Soon he asked me to dance and I walked to the floor with easy grace. I felt so safe in his arms and liked the feel of our uniforms as they rubbed together. I looked up and before I knew it his lips were on mine and I felt my knees weaken. He gathered me up and suggested we part from the rest of the group. At this time I became frightened because I remembered that I was a man and if he found out I would be dead. Before I could voice opposition, I heard LTC Wentworth wish us a great evening. I grabbed my hat and purse and left with Tom.

Before I knew it we were at a hotel. Inside we kissed some more. The little protesting male voice telling me that I was a man and in for trouble was squelched by my Marilyn voice which wanted this man and wanted me to be his girl. I undid his jacket and he mine but he said he wanted to take me in my uniform as a fantasy which was fine with me since I wanted to keep as much clothing on as possible to save my secret. I put my military hat back on and grabbed his tie to lead him to bed where I unzipped his pants and let his swollen member get some air. While he held my head, I proceeded to lick and suck that fine member and took it deep into my mouth. I swallowed every drop and felt the best I had ever felt.

This was real, the Marilyn voice, my voice, told myself. We necked some more and I let him enter me from behind. It hurt at first but soon I was moaning with ecstasy. We lay for a while and talked but he fell asleep. I got up and straightened my uniform and had a cab take me back to Sandra's where my two fellow girls were waiting to be informed. They were impressed with how well I had did and could tell I liked my knew role.

The Colonel fixed all my records the next day so I could remain as Captain Stephanie Rhoads much to my delight. I got rid of all my male paraphernalia and am indeed considering going to nursing school after a discreet sex change operation of course. I may be seeing the handsome Doctor Zelick on a more regular basis as well but want to have the right parts next time I see him. I dream of that all of the time. LTC Wentworth is so efficient at these things so that I should be a real woman in no time flat and no one will ever know. Today I am getting my official photograph taken for my promotion to Major.