It started out a normal enough day.

I got up, put on my pt uniform and headed out for the base. It was in the middle of winter, so we had to wear our sweats. Considering it only started getting cold, I didn't have my sweats on hand so I spent fifteen minutes looking for them. I don't normally mind, but it was raining so I would be cold and wet today. After finally finding my whole pt uniform, I went to start my car, but the battery was dead. Arg!!!

I knew I should have brought the car into the garage last night. Good thing my car is a standard. I just pushed it out of the driveway and popped it in gear to get it going. Well, at least I'm still on time, for now.

As I'm about to get on the freeway, I notice a roadblock and a police officer closing the on ramp. It seems no matter where you go, as soon as the smallest layer of ice forms on the road, everyone forgets how to drive. Needless to say, I was ten minutes late to my early formation and got a chewing from my NCOs. Man, sometimes I wish there was something I could do to make life easier. So now I'm late, cold, wet and apparently today is a run day. Great. How could this day get any better? About twenty minutes into the run, I hit a patch of ice and go flying into the grass in front of the whole company. Amidst the jeers and laughing, I feel like I can't take it anymore and am about to explode from frustration when I notice something glittering in the grass. It looks like a plain gold ring with some writing on it. As I try to take a closer look, my squad leader yells at me to get up and catch up with the formation that is leaving me behind. I quickly toss the ring in my pocket and race to catch up with the rest of my group.

After pt is done and over with I race to my car in an attempt to get back home to shower and change. Today is supposed to be a Class A inspection and I still haven't found my dress socks. I know, I know, procrastination will be the eventual death of me. Hopefully fate is as lazy as I am. Thinking back on the run, I'm glad my secret wasn't found out.

You see, I'm a closet cd and no one but a handful of my close friends know anything about this. I like to wear some 'unauthorized' undergarments during the day if you get my drift. In the rush of showering and changing, I throw my wet pt pants on my apartment floor. After I'm finally done, the socks were behind the couch, funny that, I pick up my wet clothes to hang up when the ring falls out of my pocket. I pick it up to look it over and notice it’s a small ring with a picture the woman symbol, you know the one with the circle and the little cross thing on the bottom, and two little skulls on either side of it. Not thinking anything odd about it, I slip it on with the symbols facing my palm so no one will notice them. Amazingly enough, the ring fits perfect and actually looks good on my slender hands.

Well, before I go on, I guess I should describe myself a bit. Being only 5'6 and barely weighing in at 110 pounds, I'm not the biggest guy in the army. I was always the smallest person in my group regardless of where I went. Middle school, high school, even college. For some reason, I was always the smallest one. Before I joined up, I had long black hair that I used to care for like if it was a lover. I swam and ran fairly regularly, so I was always in shape and quite toned. My facial features are what some would call delicate, and I never did develop any facial hair. Due to all of this, I was always the one that got volunteered for all the less than pleasant things to do in the group. On a couple of occasions, the girls even forced me to go as a cheerleader for Halloween and costume parties. Of course trying to portray that I was all man, I fought tooth and nail and only then did I 'reluctantly' give in. I don't think they ever realized they were making my dreams come true when I dressed up with them, and if they did, they never let on or held it against me.

On the bright side, I was able to keep all the costumes I acquired over the years and played them off as sentimental value to all who asked. I had pictures to show I wasn't the only one in costume in the group so no one would be able to really hold it against me other than weird fun from a weird crowd. So, back to where we were.

I'm driving to work for my class A inspection when I realize I didn't shine my jump boots. Another burden of being in an airborne unit. Have to shine boots for the class A's as well as for my BDUs. I swear, those non airborne units have it easy. Cursing under my breath I mutter, "I wish my boots were always spit shined so I wouldn't have to worry about them."

I didn't notice the slight pink glow radiate from the symbols on my ring, nor the sudden gleam from the now mirror like surfaces of my boots. I also didn't notice the sudden snugness of my dress pants in the hip area until I got out of my car at work. Again, while walking around, I muttered another wish, this time along the lines of needing my uniform tailored to fit better.

Unbeknownst to me, my uniform took a slightly feminine cut and accentuated my now wider hips and shapelier butt and legs. I don't know how I nor any of the people around me didn't notice any of these changes, but it must have been something to do with the ring itself. I went about my day, feeling like there was a slight fogginess in my mind but I couldn't quite place my finger on it. Standing in formation was probably the most grueling portion of Class A inspections. Waiting for all the higher ups to come through and see if anything was off just so they could yell at us and make themselves feel better. Again, I silently wished for my uniform to be perfect so they couldn't gig me on a single thing.

As I stood there, completely oblivious to what was going on, my socks crawled up my legs and formed a garter belt / sheer stocking set and my boots became more feminine looking. Amazingly, out of the whole company, I was the only one who did not get a single thing pointed out as wrong with my uniform. Not even the slightest bit of lint on my jacket. My chain of command was so impressed, they decided to give me a four day pass that weekend. Luckily it was Thursday, and since it was a Class A inspection, we were released for the day as soon as the formation was over. By the time I got in my car, there was about an inch of snow on the roads and I was starting to worry because my tires were getting pretty slick.

A few idle wishes later, I made it safely home. Still completely oblivious to the changes occurring to me, I walked into my apartment and began to undress. I was so glad to get out of my high heels. I swear, standing in snow while wearing a skirt and heels was not the way I wanted to be spending the morning. Luckily, no one saw that I was wearing a garter belt instead of hose today. Getting down to just my bra and panties, I hung up my uniform, put my heels away in their box so I could find them next time I needed them and started cleaning up around my apartment. A few more idle wishes later, my apartment was clean and fresh smelling. I swear, I don't know why I ever let it get to the pigsty it was.

I decided to settle into the tub and take a long luxurious candle lit bubble bath to finish the day on a high point. After my bath, I decided to call it an early night. Putting on my favorite pink nightie, I got my rabbit out my drawer and proceeded to ravish myself. Exhausted, and my pussy still tingling, I slowly started to drift off to sleep. As I lay there, I reflected on how my bad day had ended on a good note. As I was about to fall asleep, the fog in my mind lifted and I sat up screaming in horror . . .

Panicking, I start to make a mental inventory of the day. What happened to me? How did I not notice any of these changes?

Throwing the blanket off, I race to the full length mirror in the bathroom. Taking a slow inventory of myself, I wonder in amazement how I went from being an about average Mexican male, to this strangely familiar looking Latin beauty. Thankfully, I didn’t get any shorter or I would have really lost it. My dark brown eyes were now a vivid green. My high and tight was now a black mane that covered all the way past my shoulder blades. My breasts seemed to be a large B cup, though I was too shocked to bother checking the tag on the bra I was previously wearing. I still had my bronze colored skin and my feet seemed a bit smaller. Taking all this in was proving to be harder than I could imagine.

Trembling I slumped to the floor. I haven’t been this shocked since the time when I had a close encounter of the explosion type. I was working on a humvee when it happened. Had I not moved when I did, a chunk of shrapnel about the size of my fist would have given me a new chest piercing. I dove under the truck I was working on, the whole time thanking God that I moved when I did. I remember hitting my head on something, and my ears ringing, but I couldn’t hear anything for hours. I lost all equilibrium for three days. It took me a while before I was able to gather myself enough to run to the bunker. Everyone thought I was dead because it took me so long to get there. You know how they say your life flashes before your eyes when you think you’re about to die? All I could think about was how I wished I was a girl my whole life and I didn’t want to die before doing something about it. I didn’t want it to end there.

Laughing to myself, I slowly come out of the flashback trance I was in. I recall all the other close calls I had that tour back in 2005 and how surprisingly enough, every one of them involved some sort of regret over not being in the right body before dieing. As I regained my composure, I idly wished I knew what was going on. Being in semi-darkness, I noticed the ring glowing for the first time. The Ring! It has to be the work of the ring, but how? I think back on the day and slowly I start to realize all the idle wishes I made. It seems every time I made a wish, I was slowly feminized. Wait, I just made a wish, but I didn’t notice anything happen. Was the magic of the ring over or was it just done feminizing me? As I kept trying to figure it out, I felt myself getting a little flushed. Standing naked in front of a mirror was starting to take its toll on my still male mind. Without realizing what was going on, my left hand started to slowly rub my thighs and nether regions.

I reached down to take the ring off as a precaution, but for some reason, my hands wouldn't quite cooperate with my mind. Slowly, the fog started to settle over me again. In a daze, I walked over to my bed and laid down for the night. Still unaware of my roaming left hand, I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up to the sound of someone giggling. Looking around, I didn’t see anyone, but I kept hearing the giggling like someone was there with me. It took me a while to realize I wasn’t in my room. I wasn’t even in a room. I was lying in the middle of a flower bed in what looked strangely like the woods I used to frequent as a teen . . .