For Old Times Sake

For old times sake

By a sleepy Alyssa Plant

The following is a short story based around something I dreamt during a migraine induced nap. This is about a young girl who returns to her old college OTC unit for memories sake after she quit to transition. It’s slightly true, mostly fiction. For the Americans out there, OTC is like your ROTC at colleges…

“So, can I interest you in the officer training corps miss?”

Sharron looked around to find the source of the voice that awoke her from her musings.

A young man, probably early 20s stood casting a shadow over her spot on the grass in a military uniform.

“Pardon” She asked groggily shielding her eyes with her hand.

“I’m from the OTC, Officer training corps at the university, were recruiting, can I interest you?”

IT had been a long time since Sharron had heard that name or even thought about it.

3 years earlier, Sharron had been in the unit, a whole year of trying to convince herself she was a man. But then, she had been Andrew those years ago. The lost 18yearold boy, wondering who he was, and who she wasn’t.

“Sure.” She smiled “Id be interested.”

“Would you like to come down to the barracks and sign up?” The young man asked.

Nodding, Sharron got to her feet and followed the young man, whose name was Marcus, to the University’s officer training corps barracks across the campus

Walking through those gates was a wash of memories for Sharron. It had been two years since she set foot in that compound, and hearing her heeled footfalls on the wooden drill hall floor was a strange feeling.

Marcus led her to a small table where a woman in a dark blue suit was sorting some papers, and left her to wait.

The woman turned around and greeted Sharron with a smile. “Hi, I’m Captain Harris, and you are?” she beamed extending a hand to Sharron.

”Sharron Davies, I was here about joining.”

“Davies….” The captain looked reflective. “Do you have a brother by any chance? You really remind me of someone by that name.”

At least Miranda Harris hadn’t recognised her, despite being her platoon commander for a whole year.

“I had a brother, Andrew” She stated with a sad expression.

“Had?” asked Captain Harris.

“He died, about two years ago, he committed suicide” She fabricated.

Miranda Harris’s face fell, “Oh.” She whispered, “I’m sorry.”

”Id appreciate if that was just between us.” Sharron continued, “I don’t want it to spread around, or should I get in, be known as Andrew Davies sister. I know he had a rough time.”

Captain Harris looked even more depressed at that. “He did.” She frowned. Of course, it won’t pass my lips.”

After handing Sharron a sheaf of forms to fill in, she returned to assist some other recruits.

Taking a seat at the small table, Sharron began to write.

Some things were new; some remained the same she mused.

Having filled in the form, she returned it to Captain Harris, who handed her over to a young woman cadet.

Junior under officer Maram led Sharron to the doctor’s office for her medical. Sharron had an invisible grin spread across her face, Anna Maram hadn’t recognised her, despite being one of Andrew’s better friends, if one of his only friends, within the unit.

Sharron began to worry about the doctor’s examination; surely it wouldn’t be pelvic too?

Entering the room, the doctor got up from his desk and greeted her.

Despite her nerves, and what she had endured at her last physical, the doctor merely examined her breasts, eyesight, hearing, and joints. She was saved a complicated explanation.

Passing her with flying colours, an expression that made Sharron giggle. She was lead upstairs to a small bar, the ‘Officers mess’ to meet some of the current cadets and recruits.

Looking around the room brought memories back to Sharron. Usually of sitting in the corner and ignoring people who tried to mock her.

Two of the JUO’s came over and began to chat to Sharron. Both had known her, both had bullied her.
Sharron decided she had to do this for the good of Andrew’s memory. She would make them pay for what they did to her.

The Commanding officer came in and addressed the assembled recruits, telling them of the trials to come in their time with the unit. Sharron had heard this speech before; she knew what she had to do. She would prove to them that she was, and always had been strong. And she would get her revenge for the miserable time she had endured those years ago.

To be continued….

Please comment! id love to hear your suggestions and ideas on this one, Its only random musing, but i think it could go somewhere....



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