Soldiers are Soldiers, even Peter Schnell, and the idea that there wouldn’t be a full funeral ate at me a bit. My wife was back home helping her mot...er with a house renovation, so I had way too much time on my hands. Schnell just kept floating to the surface of my brain. The thought ate at me until I got up that Saturday morning, put on my dress blues and headed over to Hill Chapel.The Chapel was nearly empty when I arrived. Just the Brigade Sergeant Major standing near the casket and the. I looked down and her petite ass was swaying side to side while she led me up stairs. We got to what was her room, and it was tidy, very well organised, but on her bed was a dildo, and some lube. "Oh don't worry, I won't use them on you, they are to be used on me. My heart was racing and my stumach was filled with buterflies. Sophie turned to me and said "This is your last chance to change your mind, are you sure...." I interupted her "Yes, I wanna know, like NOW!!" Ok then, lie down on the. You have been warned of the content. If you proceed neither the author nor the site host will be held responsible! A previous version of Chapter 1 (entitled "The Biggest Lie") was originally posted to Fictionmania on January 6, 2002. Chapters 1 and 2 were re-posted (again, under "The Biggest Lie") on March 20, 2002. Chapter 3 was posted to FM on April 17, 2002. Chapter 4 was posted April 28, 2002. Chapter 5 carries on our heroine's adventures and transformation. Look for Chapters 6 through 9 in. The trip was going to take me 40 minutes (it was a big lake) and at least two hours for them. As the boat planed out and I skipped across the lake, I let my mind wander. For some reason, I found myself reminiscing about all the times I'd spent with Janice. From the time I was 6 years old I'd spent at least one month each summer with her at her cottage on the beach. My mother had insisted, saying that the salt air and beach atmosphere was good for a growing boy. I never resisted, because my aunt.