Some Bad Boys Make Good Gyrls! (non illus)

The Diary of William Terrence (Terri) Phillips!
“ A slim blonde teenager serving time for auto theft in a Reform School 'volunteers' for a special program paid for by the US ARMY! This biography is about the Life and Loves of Terrence (Terri) Phillips, the most popular shemale in a special USO group whose primary mission is to comfort and entertain the army’s black soldiers! More

Inside I was facing two men in army dress uniforms and the assistant warden. Apparently what was going on wasn't important enough for the warden so I just adopted my usual shell-like stance, neutral totally.

The middle aged Major with the doctor's insignia smiled at me, surprising in itself.

'So, Terry Phillips, just turned 18, kind of hoping for early parole I guess, huh?"

You get used to being talked about in the third person while still in the room. I just stood, my face blank.

"Iv'e been looking at your record here, Terry, may I call you Terry?" I said nothing, they would talk to me any way they wanted. "Two counts of car theft, not a lot for a maximum sentence, did you ever think of that?"

I shrugged! Never give em anything! If they counted every car I stole I’d be serving multiple life terms!!

"Course your family not showing up at court probably didn't help much!"

That one stung a little but I just stood there like a wooden indian! Tears dried up a long time ago.
"He's a tough one, hard!" the other one said about me, a lieutenant I think although at the time I didn't know ranks so well.

"That might be an advantage here!" the major said without breaking eye contact.

"Listen Terry, we can offer you an out and also do your country a service. We noticed your interest in your file in joining the armed forces if you made that last parole!" I might have flinched but still managed a slight shrug. Never give em anything!

"We have a slight problem with our servicemen. So many young men, isolated, traumatized, shell shock, even disabled, concentrated in single spots, with no women. Some ready to deploy or rejoin their units, but they need," he paused, 'socialization!" He caught my raised eyebrow and smiled.

"It means, they haven't quite returned to normal yet, not enough for the war, if that is normal! They need some socialization experience. Someone who cares for them as a person instead of a nurse or doctor or company commander! We just don’t have the staff!"

At this point I was totally lost and it must have showed in my face. I was prepared to deny a lot of stuff that I did and didn't do but this was completely strange territory.

He continued. "Especially we have isolated bases all over staffed with thousands of lonely males. Many of our strategic supply centers in America are filled with too many young, deprived, negroe soldiers, creating security problem for their, um, socialization!"

What was he talking about? I wondered but said nothing.

"And it’s difficult to recruit people with this economy and full employment; all the women are working in the defense industry, and, frankly, it would be risky in the current, um, atmosphere, to risk sending actual women into some of these bases, for, well political reasons!"

What’s that got to do with me? I wondered.

"We need more girls!" The lieutenant said bluntly! My mouth dropped open, because the other guys looked kind of like me, small and slender.

"You want me to pretend to be a girl? Let's get this straight!"

"Your'e excellent material and we have access to very advanced techniques," the lieutenant smiled, "slim, smallish, small boned, no protuberant adams apple, no beard line at all!"