The time went on. I was transferred to cadet school for some month. In the end of the summer, I came back to the military camp to end my fifteen month... in the army. I was a second lieutenant and a superior to the NCO’s, including Bill who gave me a harsh look. I didn’t know if he approved of this. Bert had gone home and I had just a couple of day’s left before freedom when I altered with the acting duty officer during the night. It was a party at the officers mess and we were all dressed up in. So I had moved into the city with a reasonable job that covered the bills. Of course, the economy slid, and so did my job. I was left with no choice but to leave my apartment and find someone to room with. The landlord of my old apartment let me stay an extra month for free so I could land on my feet. That last month was nothing but a disaster. Sexually speaking. I was trying to find situations where I could shack up with a guy and do things for him in exchange for a bed. I had met with several. Did you snag them?" I asked trying to switch the subject. "Uh-huh. I hope you don't mind. I know it's not professional, but I caught them on a screw in the bathroom and they tore all the way up." As if reading my mind, she pointed to a spot on her inner right thigh, right were the tat resides. I felt my pulse jump, and thought to myself.. SLOW DOWN BIG BOY, SHE'S ONLY 21, AND YOU'RE ??? OLD!!! As we pulled out to head back toward the office, she said she was ready to tell me who the lucky. An orgy is taking place. A transvestite orgy.Back to the woman in the cerise blouse; her name is Michele Nylons and six months ago you would never have found her participating in such debauched activity. Six months ago she didn't even know she was a transvestite!The previous week, Michele, or Michael Nyland as she is known in her male circumstance, was still partly amnesiac and could only remember the occasional glimmer of her transvestite lifestyle. She had been in a coma and had emerged with.