Sissy Vilified -- Part 13


Sissy Vilified — Part 13


By Maid Joy

The First Sergeant stood in front of his Commander’s desk. Captain Robertson was normally a jovial kind person until it was time to get serious. From the lack of a smile on his face, it was time to be serious.

“This is no good Top. I never would have pegged Taylor for being one of them. It’s as shocking as anything I’ve ever seen.” He sighed heavily and put the files aside. “Have a seat. What is your recommendation regarding this situation?”

The First Sergeant sat down in one of the office chairs. His heart was heavy, he hated this part of being a commanding officer, but decisions were required and expected. “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” might be the standard line, but in reality, evidence like what was in those folders demanded action for the good of the unit.

“Well, Sir, while the Army can’t prosecute him for homosexuality since no concrete evidence is indicated. This whole dress up thing is going to label him queer no matter what. Once the men start questioning his sexuality, discipline will destroyed. If he can’t maintain that, he’s useless.

“Our options are very limited Sir. We could transfer him to another unit, but unless there is a compelling reason for the transfer, it’s a red flag anyone given his service record. There’s no real reason to shift him to another unit. If we promote him to another slot and transfer him that’s rewarding him for being gay.”

“Yeah, that would set a bad precedent. Not something that I want to do.” Captain Robertson fell silent.

“The next option is to just let JAG prosecute him under the UCMJ for impersonating an officer,”

The Captain cut him off, “But that situation would do a hell of a lot more devastating to everyone. Here we have a combat hero, cited several times for bravery under fire, having just saved the life of a lady during a mugging while off duty. This will make us look bad in several different ways, even as it destroys his career.”

The First Sergeant nodded. “That’s a problem, Sir. Whatever we do in the situation it will mess up the unit and could affect the Army as a whole for some time to come. You know it’ll get out.

“We could try to cut some sort of deal with the JAG to stop everything, but I’m not sure that would be effective.

“I think there might be a solution it’s dicey and I’d need your approval, but it could work and save everyone a lot of trouble....”

***

It had been several days. Sissy kept in touch with Mistress so that he could make sure she was okay. Traumatic shock didn’t just happen in combat and could have unexpected consequences as time passed. He was very aware of the possible stages that could happen. He’d been through some of them and as a Staff Sergeant; he helped others in his unit through them too. It was his job to keep an eye on everything.

Mistress had gone through several crying jags. Other friends came over to keep an eye on her while Sissy was on duty. Still whether his “he self” was out on the range or in the Ready Room, she still called Mistress to make sure she was all right.

Two days after the incident Sissy put in for five days leave to spend it with Mistress. It was important to Sissy to make sure she was there if the Post Traumatic Stress hit Mistress and she woke up with nightmares.

It wasn’t a question if there was trauma, it was a question on when an episode might be triggered.

Taylor was back in his room doing some paperwork. There was a knock at the door.

“Come in.”

A private entered. “Staff Sergeant Taylor, the Captain would like to see you in his office immediately.”

Taylor got up and checked his uniform. It was clean, pressed everything was in regulation order. He followed the young man down to the Company Headquarters.

He entered the office, made his way to the Captain’s office. He knocked on the door and heard “Come in.”

He entered and saw the First Sergeant in the office. He came to attention in front of the Captain’s desk and saluted. “Staff Sergeant Taylor, reporting as ordered Sir.”

“At Ease, Taylor.” He snapped into Parade Rest, and waited for the Captain to address him. He wasn’t smiling and that was a bad sign. Captain Robertson turned to the First Sergeant. “Top, this is your party, get started.”

The First Sergeant came over and ordered him into a chair. Taylor made sure he was facing both the Captain and the First Sergeant.

“Taylor, some information has come to our attention that needs to be addressed. We called you here to give you a chance to respond to it.” The First Sergeant pulled out a folder and handed it to Taylor.

Taylor had been expecting to see something about one of his men and was making a mental list as to who it could be and what he would do to them. Then Taylor opened the folder and saw Sissy staring back at him.

His heart jumped into overdrive. His vision tunneled down to just the photo and there was a roaring in his ears.

Hands that didn’t seem to belong to him turned pages, read reports, went through the notes made by the investigators, times and dates. Then he saw a copy of the Police Report from the incident on Halloween.

Sissy started shaking.

The First Sergeant and the Captain had been silent while he read through the file, probably giving him time to digest the information.

Taylor closed the file; he just sat there. The Captain looked sympathetic, but hard. The First Sergeant looked on steadily. “As you can tell, we have been following you for some time. I asked for the investigation when I noticed you wearing perfume and nail extensions when we deployed. I was concerned. There’s a chance you could be blackmailed into revealing classified information.

“The situation has moved beyond that. When you were attacked on Halloween, the CID reported you as impersonating an Officer. According to the UCMJ is a very serious action as you know.”

He shifted in his seat for a bit before settling again. The First Sergeant continued “A Court Martial is the least that will happen with that charge against you. Since you are a Non-Commissioned Officer and were photographed wearing the uniform of a Major, and because it was noted in the police report that way, you will be found guilty of the impersonating charge and that means a Dishonorable Discharge. You will lose all your benefits, your pension, and anything you paid into any of the programs.

“More than that you court martial would blacken the eye of the Rangers, the 75th Regiment, the 3rd Battalion and all of the men associated with it. While the scandal might not be picked up by the civilian papers at first, it would definitely become a story in the Army. Eventually you know it would all come out.”

I couldn’t argue with him since all that was true.

“Add to that the embarrassment to yourself, your family, the lady you were with and anyone who considers you a friend. Making a public circus out of this would be bad for everyone involved. We want to avoid it IF you make it possible.”

The Captain now weighed in. “Top and I have discussed all the option and we believe the best solution would be you resigning your commission. We will allow you to leave with an Honorable Discharge, your awards, and benefits. However, your records will be noted with an order canceling your Security Clearance and indicating you may never be called back into Active Service. Needless to say you would not be welcome at any Military activity, ever.”

The First Sergeant handed me a clipboard. “We have a letter ready for you.”

Taylor/Sissy read through the single page. It stated that he resigned her position in the United States Army and his Non-Commissioned Officer status effective immediately.

She looked back up at the Captain and the First Sergeant. Tears filled his eyes. She didn’t know what to say.

The Captain said, “It’s simple Taylor, sign that or be arrested immediately and charged with Impersonating an Officer, Conduct Unbecoming a Non-Commissioned Officer and whatever else JAG decides to write into the charges. You’ve seen the evidence for your self. For the good of the unit, for the good of the Army, I strongly advise you to sign that letter.”

She looked back over at the First Sergeant. He looked at me coldly and nodded his head slightly.

Sissy picked up a pen and put his signature above the typed version of her name.



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