As my sub conscious woke up I could hear beeping. Not the annoying beeping of a back up alarm, but the attention alarm. I was still asleep or was it sleep. I really didn't know. I am Tsgt Marcus West, an US Air Force Combat Controller stationed at Hurbert Field FL. Home to the AC130h gunships Spooky and Spectre. But I was thousand miles from my base in nowhere New Mexico. At some secret test center. Me and two others have volunteered for a cryogenic experiment to last only 30 days. Being I have no family I figured why not. The extra $5000 was nice too.

The beeping continued, I could tell that it was three separate sources. One to my left side the other two at equal distance from me. As I became more awake I could start feeling my body. It felt strange, thinner, almost smaller feeling. I just hope I haven't lost to much muscle mass I would hate to look like a 6'2” scarecrow. Like I looked when I joined the air force 12 years ago. Just a skinny kid from North Carolina.

I started to dream weird images flashed in my mind. Dancers, ballerinas, and cheerleaders. Pretty girls in dresses. Formal balls, cotillions, and parties. Filled my head. Don't know why. I have been to my share of formal military functions, having been to the grog bowl more then once.

The dreams started an image. It seems like I was in my childhood home. The basement was decorated for a birthday party. I had had a birthday party for my 6th birthday. But instead of my friends there it was a bunch of girls all wearing party dresses. The real kicker I was a girl wearing a light purple and white party dress with frills and black and white shoes.

My mom called down the stairs, “Who's ready for some cake and Ice cream”

All of the girls including me screamed, we are. As we ran to the table. Taking my place at the head of the table.

All the while the beeping was in the distant back ground.

My mom turned off the lights and came down the stairs, carrying the cake, candles a blaze.

Happy birthday was sung. But the strangest thing when the part came where they said dear the persons name. I couldn't hear the name. Even the birthday banner had a blank where the name was.

Setting the cake in front of me. “OK, birthday girl. Make a wish?” mom said. After blowing out them all. The cake read, 'Happy Birthday, ________. I couldn't read the name.

After cake and ice cream, I opened presents. Each and every card I couldn't read the name. I could tell something was written there but I couldn't read it.

The dream faded. Was that some side effect of the cryogenic processes. I will have to tell the technicians about it when I get out of here. Along with the other things.

All of the time the beeping seemed ceaseless the same three separate ones almost in unison. The pitch and tone where identical so it must be the same type of machine making the noise. Each machine must be making the same indication or they are interconnected. Just then I took a deep breath, almost like I haven't taken one for years. It was painful at first but with each deep breath It became easier. I took about 4 good deep breaths, then started breathing almost regular. The air felt good, as it filled my lungs. I had a strange feeling on my chest. Like a tightness like a strap was across it too tight. It wasn't that tight when I started. The technicians must have had to tighten it for some reason. Hopefully I didn't lose to much weight. Aside from feeling thinner, I did however feel different than before.

As I relaxed another dream started. I was standing in line waiting for the first day of school. Again I was a girl. I talked to the other girls what where waiting too. We talked about what teacher we had, The one girl I was talking to seemed to be a long time friend as I remember her from my other dream. This time I must have been 10 0r 11. One girls said about our last year at this school. So I must have been in the 6th grade. I was wearing light purple jeans, with a purple and white striped sweater. As we talked the bell rang. Miss Rangley came and opened the door. She was my 6th grade teacher. She lead my line to her classroom.

“OK class, please stand along the walls I will be assigning seats in alphabetical order.” Miss Rangley said.

She began and assigning seats. I just stood there. Until only 2 students remained. Me and a boy.

“ ________ West, here. And James Younger in the last.”

I stood for a couple seconds then recognized my last name, West. So I took my seat. The dream continued through bits and pieces of my 6th grade school year. From the ups and downs. It seemed like the girl me or whom ever she was or represented did better then I did. She or I was cute and brainy it seemed like all of the class subjects where easy.

Compared to me as a student I struggled with some subjects. Luckily I was good in math as in my job in the Air Force required a lot of on the fly calculations. Even when it came to our 6th grade graduation. I never heard my first or middle name. While the after party was going on, I was signing remembrance books, I would sign a first name but it was like my pen would leave the paper then start again when I signed West.

But all the time the ceaseless beeping continued.

All of my stories are purely fictional, the some places are real, some are not. The names and personnel used in all my stories, are also fictional. They may be based on people I knew but, Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or un-dead are purely coincidental.

I write my stories as a fantasy. While based on this world. Things in my story could stretch reality. However I write my stories from my mind. I reserve all rights to my work. Any form of duplication without my permission is forbidden. Please enjoy reading them as I have in writing them.

The dream changed once again. I was 16 or 17, I was at a girlfriends house. We had just began getting ready for a big event. I had just came out of the bathroom. One towel around my body another wrapping my hair. As I sat at the makeup table and started. My friend took her shower. Thinking I normally don't wear too much makeup, but this is a special occasion. Glancing at my dress, a beautiful emerald green ankle length with a slit up one side to mid-thigh. I applied green eye shadow, accented my eyelashes and put on light red lip stick.

Once I finished with my makeup. I slipped on a pair of silky emerald panties. With my dress being a low back I couldn't wear a bra. I stepped into my dress pulling it up and adjusting it. Looking at the full length mirror in my friends closet. I turned and twisted, readjusting my dress. It seemed like I did it for 20 minutes. My friend returned from her shower.

Frustrated I said, “no matter how I adjust it you can still see my pantie line”

“__________, Here” She dug into her dresser and tossed me a thong.

“I have never worn one of these yet.” I said.

Pulling up my dress I slipped off my panties and slid on the thong. My whole body shuttered at the feeling.

Again I adjusted 9 ways to Sunday but still had a pantie line.

“damn” I exclaimed “still can see a line”

“The only other thing is to wear nothing”

“Do you think I should?”

“Why not, who would know besides us, other than Superman”

I nodded. Then slipped off the thong. Handing I back to my friend.

“Naw, go a head and keep it, plus I don't want anything that has been up your crack”

I just stuck my tongue out at her. We both laughed.

Checking the mirror it was perfect no lines what so ever. “ My mom would kill me if she knew I wasn't wearing a bra or panties.”

“How is she going to know. Unless you blab”

“Yea, I going up to mom I went to the Junior/Senior prom without any underwear. Does it look like I have a death wish”

“well you do look like Charles Bronson”

Again I just stuck out my tongue.

Giggling we both finished getting ready. With about 20 minutes to spare, we finished.

We waited in my girlfriends room, at quarter to 6 the door bell rang.

“ _________, Mallory your dates are here.” Again I could not hear my name.

“OK,” we both chimed.

Slowly taking our time we headed to the front room. I heard the boys both gasp as we came down the stairs. We made a grand entrance. Kevin my date was dressed in a black tuxedo with a green vest and bow tie.

Mallory's date was wearing the same but with a peach vest and tie. Both boys complimenting their dates dresses. Kevin, came up to me and presented me with a white and green corsage while Mallory received a blue and white one. Mallory's mom came out with bootiners for our dates. Taking our arm, they escorted us to a white stretch limo.

Still the beeping in the background was never ending.

Next thing we are standing in a lavishly decorated hall. Waiting in line, It was the grand march. As I stood there holding Kevin's arm. I felt nervous, the only thing between me and total embarrassment was a flimsy dress. Mallory and her date where right behind us. Soon it became our turn.

“Miss _______ West and Mr. Kevin Hartmen” was announced. We walked slowly and dignified into the prom. Once inside we stopped for our picture. I was in a great mood.

With all the music and my friends around how could I not be. Finding a table. Kevin offered to get us drinks. Teasing I said, “yeah, a vodka martini shaken not stirred” Laughing he left for the drinks. Mallory and her date came and sat down.

Finally our friend Sarah and her date, Alan. Finished off the table. Mallory's date and Alan went to get them drinks. Sarah, Mallory and I talked about our dresses and other girls, kind of what all girls do. Shortly after the boys returned with the drinks. We where asked to dance. A medium slow song.

We danced for the next three songs, then took a break. It took me a while to get over being nervous about not wearing any underwear.
Thinking why am I having these dreams about a girl, whose name is unknown to me.

Actually not unknown not reveled to me. Why? I asked myself. Could it be something to do with the cryogenics? I will have to remember to ask the other two who volunteered too. As part of the project I never met the other two. Outside of briefings.

So other then them both being Ssgts. One named Hart and the other Green. Other than what they had on their uniforms I know nothing about them. Probably the same with them knowing nothing about me. Ssgt Green was a cop, His uniform had the SP badge from a S.A.C base. Ssgt Hart was a PJ, a Pararescue. His jump wings and medical insignia were on his uniform.

I continued hearing the beeping. I seemed as I was a semi conscious state. Not awake yet not fully unconscious. Not even a sleep either.

All of my stories are purely fictional, the some places are real, some are not. The names and personnel used in all my stories, are also fictional. They may be based on people I knew but, Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or un-dead are purely coincidental.

I write my stories as a fantasy. While based on this world. Things in my story could stretch reality. However I write my stories from my mind. I reserve all rights to my work. Any form of duplication without my permission is forbidden. Please enjoy reading them as I have in writing them.

Once again a dream started. It was like I just woke up. But I was lying in a hospital bed. IV bags, and a monitor beside the bed. I felt in pain, all over. Looking down, I was still the girl from my previous dreams. I seemed about the same age as in the prom dream, 16-17.

“ ________, You are finally awake?” A nurse came in. “You have been out since you where brought in last week. A good thing letting your body heal some.”

“What happened?, I managed to ask. Weekly.

“You where in a bad car accident.” She said. “not to worry you are getting the best care. You just rest. I will let the Doctor know you are finally awake.”

“OK, Thanks” I squeaked out.

Looking around there where flowers on the side table. With cards, saying ______ get well soon. Not one I could read my name. Pushing the head up button on the bed, I raised my head up some. Looking down. I opened my gown some. I was a mess. My left arm and right leg in a cast.

Every breath hurt. Bandages on my right side, left leg, and a large one on my right arm. I could see lot of bruises. Even my tits had bruises. Pulling my gown back over me. Reaching up to my head, I could feel a small bandage on my left cheek.

But what worried me the most was the large one on my head. Feeling around I could tell I had had some trauma to my head. I was missing some or all of my beautiful hair.

Just then, an older man came in must be the Dr. I thought.

“Well, Hello, _________,” Again I could not hear my name. “You finally came out of it. We were getting worried.” He said, Walking up to the bed.

“I am Dr. Miller. How are you?”

“I hurt every were” I said weakly, “what happened?”

“Well, _________. You are a very lucky young lady. You were in a very serious car accident. They had to life flight you here from the scene. For the first 2 days it was touch and go. To be frank. We lost you once.”

I let out a gasp, it seemed like I did it along with the girl in my dream.

“You had a collapsed lung. Broken left forearm, right tibia, 3 broken ribs, and cranial trauma. You had a piece of metal from the accident that lodged in your skull.”
“What?” I croaked. Barely able to speak. The monitor next to the bed when crazy. Beeping madly.

“ __________ calm down.” The Dr said. Sitting next to the bed taking my hand. “You are alright now. Since you came out of your coma. You are going to be OK.”

A nurse came rushing in, “Everything alright, Doctor?” She asked.

“Everything is fine. I was telling _________ what happened. I guess my truthfulness has gotten in the way again. Let's let her get some rest. It is the best for you.”

“Thank you, Doctor for telling me the truth.” I said softly.

“Here________ this is the button for your pain medication.”

“Thanks”

“You need anything just press the call button.”

“Can you call my parents?” I asked groggily.

“I will see.” With that she rushed off.
Turning on the TV, I channel surfed for about 10 minutes. I finally found something to watch. Maybe not watch. Just some distraction. To help me sleep. I dozed off. When I awoke again.

“Mom, She is waking up” I heard my friend Mallory say.

“How are you doing, _________” her mom said.

“Alright considering, Mom.” I said softly. I call Mallory's Mom, Mom. As she is like another mother to me. “are my mom and Dad here?

Taking my hand, “Honey there is no good way to tell you so I will just tell you.” Mrs Armstrong began softly. “You are the only one who survived the car crash. Your Mom, Dad, and little brother were killed.”

“What?” I said shocked, The machines going nuts again. Then slowly calming down as
I did.

“Sorry, __________ They died on impact when the semi hit your car.” She began “It is a miracle that you survived. It took almost two hours for fire rescue to cut you out of the car.”

“ __________, we are just thankful you are going to be alright” Mallory said sitting on the other side of the bed also taking my hand.

Wincing with pain, I pressed the pain med button again.

“You get some rest and we will be here when you wake up again. Mallory won't leave.” Mom said.

“She is my best friend, Mom. Aren't you.__________”

Smiling, I drifted off to sleep again. When I woke up again Mallory was asleep in the chair beside my bed. Holding my hand. I tried to get comfortable, didn't work but I eventually fell asleep again. I then realized that the beeping the machines did in my dream, where the same as I was hearing, Synchronized.

Waking up. Mallory was still in the chair. But awake.

“Morning, __________. How are you doing?” Mallory asked.

“As well as can be expected, I guess. I have never been this hurt.”

Leaning close, “I think you would have if your mom knew you didn't wear anything under your prom dress.” Mallory whispered.

“I think so” Then I got sad. Mom, Dad and Kevin were gone. Killed by some stupid truck driver.

“What's the matter,__________” Again not hearing any name for who I was suppose to be.

“I thought about my family. Never seeing them again. Me and my Dad's fishing weekends. My mom's great cooking. Kevin being a pain in the ass as normal.

“yeah, I know it is hard. But I have good news. When you finally get out of here you are coming to live with me and my family.”

“What!” I said feebly.

“yes, Mom and Dad have been talking with your parents lawyer. It is been all arranged.

“really? I squeaked out. “Your Mom and Dad have been like parents to me since we met.”

“You do also call my Mom and Dad, Mom and Dad. Have for the past 10 years.”

“Well they are like another Mom and Dad to me. Have been for years.”

“Well yours were to me too. Mallory sadly said.

“Wow, Thanks, Mom.” I whispered. Mom, came over and took my hand and kissed me on the forehead.

“What about Fluff and Tink?” I asked. Thinking of my cat and our Sheltie.

“They are already at our house”

Breathing a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Mallory. Or should I say Sis.”

“Well we have been like sisters for years.” Mallory said.

“Yea, we have.” I said. Yet the beeping continued. In almost perfect synchronization with the machine next to my dreams hospital bed. Me and Mallory talked for a while.

Until the nurses came to take me for more tests. The dream ended or paused. What could these dreams mean or show. It was like the girl in my dreams was mimicking my life, as it was the same as mine as I lost my family they were killed in a car crash. I was baffled by them. This series of dreams of a young lady, with an unknown to me name.

Concentrating I tried to think of my past. I was born in Ashville, North Carolina. Grew up in Black Mountain, NC. That is where it became fuzzy. I began remembering girl stuff. Not my real past. Memories of my first period, Going from a training bra to my first real bra. My first date, the first kiss, letting my boyfriend get to second base. But getting tagged out while while trying to steal third. Graduating from Charles Owen High school with honors. Trying to remember anything past graduation was impossible.

Next thing I know another dream starts. I am in the spare room at Mallory's. But it is no longer the spare room it is my room. It has been a month since I got released from the hospital. I was in their for 3 months until the Dr said I could go home. My bruises were gone.

My hair had started growing back where I had that piece of metal taken from my head. My broken arm and leg have just been taken out of the casts, healed. My ribs where still sore but I was able to breath almost normally. I stood in front of my full length mirror. I was wearing just my bra and panties. Until recently I was not even able to have a bra on. The constriction of the straps caused my ribs to hurt too much.

Looking at my body. I did have some scars from the accident. The one on my right side where they put in the tube to inflate my collapsed lung. On my right leg, and a nice one on my right arm. Were they had to repair some tendons. I still have a little trouble with my grip on my right hand but is getting better.

I go to physical therapy twice a week. Luckily I only missed the first 2 weeks of school. It was mine and Mallory's senior year The first day was overwhelming for me and Mom had to come get me. It seemed like everyone in school was asking how I was doing, or sorry about your family. I knew they meant well but it just overwhelmed me. I started crying.

The school called Mom to pick me up. My new Mom, was so understanding. She dropped me off at home and went back to work. I just curled up on my bed with Tink and listened to the radio. Tink hardly leaves my side, anymore. Wanting to be with me every were, even school. She was missing the family. Tink seems to be alright with our new family, but I know she misses Mom, Dad and Kevin. “So do I, girl so do I” I said to Tink. She looked up and wagged her tail.

The dream faded then came back. I was standing next to my first car. Mom was taking a picture. Smiling, I waited.

A soft click of the camera. “There you and your first car. Saved for posterity. Mom said.

“So lets go cruising.” Mallory was even happier than I was.

“OK, Girls just behave. And be home by 10. It is a school night.” Mom added as she went into the house.

“Yes, Mom.”

We got in my new car, it was a graduation present for myself. I got the settlement from the trucking company. Which owned the truck that killed my family. 1.45 million, put in a trust fund. I had finally decided what car I wanted I bought a brand new 86 Mustang GT. In cylipso green. It was fully loaded even had t-tops.

Me and Mallory drove all over. It was great owning your own car.

The next day at school all my friends wanted a ride. And the motorheads wanted to race.
It was a fast car.

As I fell a sleep in my dream, my sub conscious seemed to wake up. What ever dream that was happening. It was mimicking my real past, but as a girl not a boy. In my past my real past I was in a car accident that killed my parents and little brother. I did have a Shetland Sheepdog named Tink and a cat name Fluff. I was in the hospital for 3 months then I went to live with my grandparents who luckily lived in Montreat, NC. So I was able to graduate from my same high school.

All of my stories are purely fictional, the some places are real, some are not. The names and personnel used in all my stories, are also fictional. They may be based on people I knew but, Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or un-dead are purely coincidental.

I write my stories as a fantasy. While based on this world. Things in my story could stretch reality. However I write my stories from my mind. I reserve all rights to my work. Any form of duplication without my permission is forbidden. Please enjoy reading them as I have in writing them.

Yet again a dream or vision or what ever it was started again. This time I was waiting in line I was wearing a cap and gown. It was my graduation. I was standing between Carl Forsythe and Matt Bowers. As with most all graduations they wanted us seated boy, girl, boy, girl. As I stood their on my maroon graduation gown. It was adorned with a pair of gold ropes. I was a distinguished graduate.

Where I never was as a boy. The large scar on my left arm has faded nicely. My high heeled feet showed under my gown. My toenails as were my finger nails painted school colors of maroon and white.

I had worn a knee length dark blue dress, for some special reason that I couldn't remember.

Just then I felt a tap on my shoulder. Matt motioned behind him. My best friend and adopted sister Mallory was behind him.

“Can you believe it?” She said, “We finally made it. We are out of here. Off into the world of higher education.”

“Don't remind me.” I said.

Just then we heard the band start playing, pomp and circumstance. The line began to move. We walked out into the football stadium, and filled the chairs on the field. Looking around the stands where full of people, The seats on either side of the graduates where full. As where the temporary bleachers placed on either end of the field. As we began filling the center section of seats. I noticed that Mom and Dad, my adoptive parents and Mallory's real parents were sitting on the seats to the left of the stage.

Along with my grandparents who came up from Florida. After the Pledge of Allegiance. It began, the stage was full of school staff, members of the school board, the mayor, But out of place was an Air Force Maj General and a Colonel.

The principal started with her speech. Then the mayor then the school board president. Finally the class president made his speech. Followed by the presentation. We took turns as the rows stood and proceeded to the stage. I was nervous as hell, as we got to the stage. I had my name and accomplishments on a piece of paper. Looking at the paper again the first and middle name was not visible, only my last name. Like in all my dreams my name was written but not visible to me. Finally it was my turn. I handed my name to my counselor.

She smiled and gave me a hug. “Congratulations, _________”

Again my name was not heard. “Thanks,” I smiled.

Then she announced, “ ____________ ___________ West. Top Honors. 4.0 GPA.

I walked up. Did the old take, shake and make. But when I did the crowd went nuts. cheering and hollering. For some reason I did a curtsy. Then returned to my seat. Upon finishing the principal stepped up the the mic again.

“Before we finish and graduate all these fine young ladies and gentlemen. May I present, Major General Mark Mcintyre and Colonel James Robins from the United States Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs, CO.”

Thank, you, Mrs. Springdale.” The General started. “I am the Commander of the Air Force Academy and Col Robbins, Commander of registration. At any of the military Academies. We look for the best, Not only academically but personality, extra curricular, and that special something that will make a good military Officer.”

“Normally we take applications, with letters of recommendations for entrance into the Air Force Academy. Rarely do we even look at anyone who doesn't apply but this time was different. I received a letter from not only Mrs. Springdale, but from Mrs. James, Mr. Archer, Miss Workmann, and Mr. Marks. About a special individual who over came death and a life changing event to become stronger and more eager than ever before.”

I listened intently as I wondered whom this person was, hopefully someone I knew
Col Robins took the mike. “This student has the grades, ambition and drive to become an outstanding United States Air Force Officer. May I have our local recruiter, Tsgt Mayes Bring the student to the stage.”

I knew Tsgt Mayes he was my recruiter. I had also shown interest as a girl in the Air Force. I had planned on joining in the fall.

Looking around I saw Tsgt Mayes come out of the crowd and march down the center isle. He was a Security Police before his stint as a recruiter. His dress blues where sharp as a pin. Just like I keep mine. He made a right face and marched right down our isle. Shocked he stopped right in front of Carl Forsythe.

Tsgt Mayes leaned over to me, “ _________ West, would you accompany me, Ma'am” He said as He held out his hand.

Not knowing what was going on, confused. I took his hand. He escorted me to the stage up next to the General and Colonel. He saluted and went to the back of the stage. All the while my whole class along with the spectators where on their feet cheering. I myself didn't know what was going on. As I stood their my grandparents and mom and dad where also escorted to the stage by other air force personnel.

What in the hell was going on. I thought. The General and Col shook hands with my family, including Mallory who was also brought to the stage.

“Miss _______ West, you have endured traumatic events these past 11 month. Losing your family. You have embraced a new family. In spite of all that has happened to you and with missing the first two weeks of school. You proceeded to achieve not only a 4.0 GPA.” The General Said.

“ You excelled in extra curricular activities, along with taking care of your own health. You have over come adversity, and yet you continued to make the best of a tragic experience. Tsgt Mayes has indicated that you have discussed joining the United States Air Force. We are here to offer you a step better. We feel that you have the drive and ability to become more.”

I stood there in awe of what is happening.
“I want to personally offer you, Miss Brie Anna Lynn West.” The general continued.

Wait a minute. He said a name. Brie Anna Lynn West. Then it hit me that was my name, or the girl in my dreams name, Brie Anna Lynn West.

“A full scholarship to the United States Air Force Academy. You have indicated to Sgt Mayes that you have in interest in flight. So this scholarship is also for the Academy flight school. You will be able to learn to fly some of the United States most advanced aircraft.”

Thinking, I was Maj Brie Anna Lynn West. I was a United States Air Force pilot. I was assigned to 4th Special Operations Squadron. I fly the AC-130U gunship. I was the only female qualified to fly the gunship. Remembering I was given this opportunity because I graduated top of my class at the academy and at flight school.

The General gave me choice of assignments. I chose AC-130 pilot. Am I Tsgt Marcus West, an US Air Force combat controller. Things in these visions or dreams or what ever they where seemed to follow my life just about as I remember it but life as if I was a girl.

“General McIntyre” I said in a shaky scared voice. “I would be proud to become a United States Air Force Pilot, I accept”

With that the whole stadium went crazy at the announcement.

“Welcome to the United States Air Force” The General said shaking my hand as did the Col. I received a hug from my family, and either a hug or hand shake from all of the people on the stage. I got a sharp salute from Tsgt Mayes. It felt so good.
It all began to fade out. As my eyes began to flutter. Was I waking up, could be. Then I began to dream again.

All of my stories are purely fictional, the some places are real, some are not. The names and personnel used in all my stories, are also fictional. They may be based on people I knew but, Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or un-dead are purely coincidental.

I write my stories as a fantasy. While based on this world. Things in my story could stretch reality. However I write my stories from my mind. I reserve all rights to my work. Any form of duplication without my permission is forbidden. Please enjoy reading them as I have in writing them.

I was waiting in the portal of a stadium, I was dressed in a blue and white Cheerleader uniform with an AF on my chest. I was an Air Force Academy Cheerleader. Surrounding me were other cheerleaders. Both male and female. Of course I was a female. We where waiting to run onto the field at The academy. In front of our football team. Our coach gave us a count down. 5-4-3-2-1 then signaled for us to go. I ran out into the Bright Colorado sunshine. The cheerleaders made a gauntlet.

All the girl raised and shook our pom-poms as the team ran out between the cheer squad. I took my place this time in front of the student sections. One of the requirements at the academy is all first year cadets must attend home games. We where playing the University of Wyoming. It was a close game but we won. 34-30. After the game and all the festivities. The girls went to change. As soon as I slipped off my skirt the dream began to fade into another.

I graduated top of my class. I had passed flight school, also with flying colors. I was multi engine and Jet qualified. I was sent to Keesler AFB, MS. For training on the C-130 then on the AC-130. Mom and Dad brought my Mustang for me to have something to get around with. I had a ball running all over.

I was tasked with co-pilot to take the training aircraft to Whiteman AFB, MO. During a hurricane. While the plains where safe, my mustang got totaled, it was tossed around like a toy. Once I got back I found it buried in Sand, upside down. Crying the dream once again changed.

This time I was at a Briefing, must be a pre-flight one. I was sitting in my green flight suit. I was a captain, so I was the co-pilot. I was taking notes as was most of the others of our flight crew. The pilot was Maj Alan Keys, whom I have flown with for about a year. We made a good team. The flight Briefing was a combat one. We where to provide close support of a Navy Seal team on the ground if needed.

Looking around my flight helmet was on the table next to me. It had my call sign on it, a nick name given to me in flight school by an instructor, Ice Queen. Due to the way I fly. One of the things I do when the tension rears it's ugly head. I turn cold as ice.

I noticed my reflection in the glass of one of the windows. My brown hair was in a short very cute and sexy style, Air Force regulation. As the Briefing ended, we actually bowed our heads as the Squadron Chaplin said a prayer. After using the restroom.

We headed to our waiting plane, Spectre 23. We carried our flight bag, our survival vest, both me, Alan, and both navigators had our flight case. The ammo guys where just finishing loading all our rounds for the flight. The crew chief as normal running all over the place making sure his plane was ready for the mission. He gave me and Alan a report on the status of the plane. Everything was ready for the mission.

I accompanied Alan on the walk around the bird. Checking everything from nose to tail. Wing tip to wing tip. We headed inside. Checking with the rest of our crew. Everyone gave the OK that everything was working. We climbed in the cockpit. The Navigators where also doing their checks. I stowed my gear, and took my seat. Pulling out the pre-flight checklist.

Putting my helmet on, we checked the comm system. After a radio check with flight control tower. I began going through the check list. Using my trademark light purple dry erase marker. I checked off each and every point on the check list. Thinking I never miss or skip a point on the checklist. I even have gotten one pilot in the hot seat for not completing the whole checklist once. I refused to take off.

Once completing the checklist. The Crew chief using the ground comm set. He stood about 20ft off our nose.

“Ready.” we heard over our headsets.

“Ready” Maj Keys said. “turning one.” He hit the starter on engine one. The left inboard engine began turning. As the Allison turboprop kicked to life.

“Roger, one up and purring” the flight chief said.

“Turning two” The Maj said. I watched out my side window as the inboard right engine began to turn. The engine purred to life.

“Two up” I said.

“Two up” was repeated by the crew chief. “ready, Three”

“Turning Three” Maj Keys said as he hit the start on three. It turned about three times then kicked to life.

“Last but not least, Ready Four” we heard the crew chief say.

“Turning Four,” I said. As I watched the outboard engine out my window turning. It too kicked to life. I throttled the engines one by one. All the time watching the gauges for anything out of sync.

“All engines alive and kicking, Spectre 23 ready.”

“Good luck and god speed” The crew chief ran to the nose and unhooked the ground headset, and pulled the front tire wheel chock. We saw him pull the chocks out past the wing tip. We knew that another of our ground crew had pulled the wheel chocks from the rear tires.

The Crew Chief waited for the all clear signal from the others. He saluted and motioned for us to taxi. Maj Keys returned the salute and throttled up the engines. We began rolling along the tarmac. Using the small steering wheel we maneuvered toward the taxiway to the edge of the runway.

“Flight Com, This is Spectre 23. Requesting departure on 14 left.” Major Keys said over the radio.

“Rodger, Spectre 23, You are cleared onto Runway 14 left. Good hunting.”

“ Spectre 23, Confirm Clear 14 Left. Spectre 23 out.”

We pulled on the very end of runway 14. Activating the toe brakes, we throttled up the engines.

“Brie give us a count down.” Maj Keys said over the internal com system.

As normal I began the count down. “five, four, three, two, and One. -----Go!”

“We are off like a dirty shirt” We heard Ssgt Briggs say. We took off down the runway.

“Everybody pick up their feet, so we can get off the ground.” I said. “I don't want to find anyone dragging their feet this time. Right Tina.”

“Capt, it was only one toe.” Lt Yeven answered. Lt Tina Yeven was our Fire control officer.

Once the ground speed was 180mph we pulled up and the bird lifted off on another mission. Thinking this was our 12th mission since we got in country. Only a few more and we will be done and going home.

“Gear up”, Maj Keys said.

I activated the landing gear switch. I heard the gear motors Bringing up the landing gear.
As soon as the light changed to green. “Landing gear up and locked”

“Rodger, Spectre 23. The tower called. “You are cleared to climb to 33000 flight level”

“Copy, Flight Comm, Spectre 23 cleared flight level 33000.” I said.

That dream abruptly stopped. I found myself sitting at the BX car sales office.

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“So, have you made up your mind what color. You want on your new Explorer. Capt.”
the salesman asked.

Looking at the colors in the explorer brochure, “Lets go with the Pacific Green.”

“Everything is set, It will be waiting at Pensacola Ford when you get there.”

“When will it be built?” I asked.

“Once it is received by the factory it should be about 6 weeks. Then on to the truck to get shipped to FL.”

Smiling, “Thank you, Mr. Simmons.” I said as I stood and shook his hand.

The dream faded out. Thinking why was I having dreams or visions of the life of an Air Force Pilot. One that mimicked my life almost perfectly. But why? That I could figure out, was it something to do with the testing we where going through. Cryogenics was still fairly new science, The three of us where one of the first human test subjects.

All three of us where told of the dangers and the risk. I figure every time I go to the field I am risking my life. Entering a combat zone, my parachute could fail. I could break my leg, get hung up in a tree and choke to death. Once on the ground. Many things could happen I could be shot or captured.

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I write my stories as a fantasy. While based on this world. Things in my story could stretch reality. However I write my stories from my mind. I reserve all rights to my work. Any form of duplication without my permission is forbidden. Please enjoy reading them as I have in writing them.

Then I heard a pop and a hiss, my ears popped. The air I was breathing changed from a filtered controlled air supply to one that had the slight smell stale and musty.

The same thoughts came to mind again. SO am I Tsgt Marcus West. A combat controller in the US air Force. Or am I Maj Brie Anna West an academy graduate US Air Force pilot flying AC-130s. Am I a boy or girl, boy or girl, boy or girl. Boy, girl,boy,girl, boy girl. That repeated through my head my head began thrashing from side to side, boy, girl, boy, girl. All of the sudden my eyes flew open and I awoke full, breathing hard and labored.

“What,” I managed to squeak out. The voice barely audible but it was soft and feminine.
I looked down and underneath the strap across my chest where breasts.

The glass on the outside of the cryo machine was grimy. I heard motors start and the canopy opened about half way and stopped. I could hear the motor but nothing happened, then it stopped abruptly and some sparks flew from the right side outside the canopy. The soft lighting inside the unit faded.

Good thing I was only secured at my chest, waist and legs. I was able to release the buckles on the restraints. It felt good to be able to breath normally. My breasts moving with each breath.

My breasts, What in the fuck. I have tits. Not that big, but tits they were. Reaching down between my legs, told me that I was indeed. All Female. I touched it. It gave me shivers.
I had a sensitive pussy between my legs.

Now what? Well I should get out of this contraption before something goes haywire and get locked in here.

I moved my legs, they seemed to be working right. No signs of atrophy. Which was good. I placed a quite lovely leg out the door. The tile floor seemed gritty. I grabbed the side of the cryo unit and pulled myself out. It took a little bit to get used to the low lighting in the laboratory I was in. only a few lights where working. Emergency lighting most likely.

The lab was a wreak. Machines broken, trash everywhere. All but one of the computers, where smashed. Lights hanging and ceiling tiles missing or on the floor. Just then I got a chill. Then I realized I was completely naked. Looking down at myself. I had nice size breasts, flat stomach, nice curves.

“I need to find something to put on.” I said to myself aloud. Not knowing my own voice. It echoed in the silence giving me a start.

Looking around I spot some cloths hanging on a rack. Walking gingerly across the laboratory avoiding all the crap on the floor as best I can.

Most of the cloths where just lab coats, and a couple of hoodies. Grabbing one of the hoodies, a light green aeropostle brand. It was a little large on me, reaching just past my ass. The other one was at least twice as large. I also grabbed a lab coat. It was to tight going over the hoodie. But I also felt some weight to it.

So I checked the pockets, in one it had a set of keys, and 75 cents. The other had a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. I could smell the cigarette smell on it, aside it being musty smelling. Taking the keys and the lighter. I put them in the hoodie front pocket. The second lab coat I picked fit over the hoodie quite well, and reached just past my knees. Only thing it these pockets was 8 dollars.

Checking the other lab coats, finding a key card, another set of keys, and a total of $27.85.

Checking around the lab both of the doors where locked with key card access. Not wanting to venture out just yet. I made sure the doors where indeed locked tight.
Woooooshhhhhhhh, I hear. Turning I see one of the other cryo units door letting air out the seals. In the suspense I completely forgot there where 2 other cyro suspension units also in the room.

The one containing Ssgt Green. I hurried over to the unit. I wiped the dust and dirt off. Well Ssgt Green is no longer himself either. He or should I say She was changed the way I was. Which was how and why I don't know. Her hazel eyes snapped open. She looked around like I must have.

“What happened to me?” She said.

“I don't know” I responded.

The door motors engaged and it opened with a creaking of the hinges. Almost stopping a couple times but finally opened all the way. She undid the straps and stepped out. Just like I was she was naked.

“What has happened to me” She asked again.

“I don't know, I just woke up a couple minutes ago myself”

“Tsgt West?”

Nodding, “Yeah, It seems like I was Tsgt West, I think now I am Major Brie Anna West.”
Looking around as I did. “What in the hell happened here?”

“I wish I knew.”

All of the sudden she realized she was naked. Her hands attempted to cover herself but realized it was pointless.

Motioning to the coat rack, “there's some cloths over their.”

“Thanks.”

Watching her walk to the coat rack. She was about an inch shorter than me. A woman's military hair style, in black. She was cute as hell. Her ass swaying perfectly. Ssgt Green or? Found a light brown hoodie, and picked another lab coat. Unlike the one I found her hoodie was larger and reached almost to her knees. After she came back to her cryo unit.

“What happened to us and this place?” She asked.

“I wish I knew. The other unit should be opening shortly. Once we get him out we can try and figure this out.”

As almost on cue, the third unit unsealed. Both of us went to check. Ssgt Green wiped the dirt off the glass.

“Yeah, he's changed to a woman too.” She said. “why, how?”

I shook my head. Not knowing either.

Ssgt Hart's eyes popped open.

She asked the same question both of us asked.

“What happened?”

“I don't know,” We said in unison.

After a couple of minutes, the unit didn't open. No motor noise no nothing from it.
Ssgt Hart began pounding on the glass. “Hey, get me out of here.”

Both SSgt Green and myself began checking over the unit. Until Ssgt green found an emergency door release button.

“Turn away, I don't know what this does.” She told Ssgt Hart.

I stepped well away from the front. As Ssgt green pushed the button. A few sparks flew from the bottom of the unit. She pushed it again. More sparks. Then explosive bolts on the hinge blew.

Both me and Ssgt green dug our small hands under both edges and pulled. The door gave us a fight. But the gasket slowly pealed away. We let the door drop to the floor with a crash.

Ssgt Hart jumped out.
“What in the hell happened here.” She said also in a soft feminine voice.

“We don't know either. Let's try and figure it out. If we can.”

“There are some cloths over there.” Ssgt Green said.

Ssgt Hart found something to wear also.
Soon we were in a group trying to figure this out.

All of my stories are purely fictional, the some places are real, some are not. The names and personnel used in all my stories, are also fictional. They may be based on people I knew but, Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or un-dead are purely coincidental.

I write my stories as a fantasy. While based on this world. Things in my story could stretch reality. However I write my stories from my mind. I reserve all rights to my work. Any form of duplication without my permission is forbidden. Please enjoy reading them as I have in writing them.

“I'll start,” I said. “ I'm Marcus West, actually I think I'm now Brie Anna West, pilot, Major US Air Force.”

“Ssgt Anthony Hart, or now I maybe Dr. Whitney Hart, Capt US Air Force”

“Ssgt Steven Green, also maybe Cassie Green, Capt US Air Force. Did you have weird dreams” She asked.
“I did” I said. “Dreams about my life. But as a girl.”

“Me, too.” Whitney added.

Cassie nodded.

Looking around, “What happened here?” Cassie said. “Looks like a war, natural disaster or something else happened.”

“What ever happened, we are secure in here. Both doors are locked tight.” I said.

“Why are we girls?” Whitney asked.

“I wish I knew.” Cassie said.

“yeah,” I said too.

Looking over at the undamaged computer. “Is that computer working?” Cassie said.

“Don't know I was about to see, but your cryo unit opened.” I answered pointing to Whitney.

Cassie Green went to the computer. She dusted off the chair and sat down. She began typing on the keyboard.

“The encryption is basic. Should be able to access it.” She said as she continued typing.
She typed for about 5 minutes, swearing a couple times.

“Ah, here's something. Lab notes from a Dr. Paul Garver.” The other two girls gathered around Cassie to read the screen.

14 September 2002

Notes on Operation Silver spire:

All three test subjects have been placed in Cryo suspension for 10 years as of today. It seems that they are experiencing some type of REM sleep. Could they be dreaming. I will have to make a note to ask them when they are revived in 10 years. Body function is about down to bare minimum. Heart rate is at 4 beats a minute. Brain activity is still there. How ever spikes when in REM.

20 June 2005
The three test subjects have began to change. For some reason they are changing from male to female. Just about everything is changing, they are getting shorter, developing breasts, feminine curves are forming. On the routine monthly check they have all developed vaginas. I am going to request we do a ultrasound on the subjects to see if their internal organs have changed also. The required monthly blood work shows nothing out of the ordinary. Depending on what the ultrasound is revels. I am going to check their DNA. I will have their initial sample given at the start compared to a current one. Something has to have caused the change in gender.

Dr. Paul Garver, Colonel, USAF
82nd Aerospace Weapons Command

26 August 2010
Well it seems that my predecessor was killed in an hunting accident. I think that he got to close to the truth on what is happening around here. Thus was eliminated. Rumors that the three test subject started off in 1992 as men are unfounded. Not one indication that these beautiful woman where ever male.

Major Brie Anna West
Captain Cassie Hart
Captain Whitney Green
Capt. Riley Hanson
2 Lt. Zoey Anderson
2 Lt. Susan Aromate
Are under the best of care.

Dr. Lee Thompson. Colonel USAF
214th Aerospace research command.

“What in the hell” I said. “didn't this moron read the notes the other Dr left.”

“Apparently not.” Cassie said.

“I thought is was only going to be for 30 days. Not ten years” I said.

“Me too” The others said.

They kept reading.

31 October 2011
Well the move of the subjects from site 193 to Site 28 was successful. No problems with the cryo units. The ladies are still in cryo suspension. Scheduled to be revived in less than a year. All monthly health test have been normal for woman their age. I did recover some notes from my predecessor. It appears that they where males and where turned into females during stasis. Something funny is going on around here. That is why I took the initiative to move the research team. I told General Todd that I was concerned about the Korean war part 2 is going to get to site 193. It has been a major target since the beginning of the cold war in the 50s. Site 28 is deep in the caverns I doubt that they know of it.
My hand picked team is loyal to me, so we are going to check into the change these ladies have gone through. And hopefully find out the hows and whys.

Dr. Paul Garver, Colonel USAF
82nd Aerospace weapons Command

12 Jan 2012.
Our ladies are still in cryogenic stasis. Doing quite well considering they where males turned into females. It seems that they where given a highly secret experimental drug that made these changes. Cu-does to Ssgt Martin, who dug deep enough to find the secret file on the old server at site 193. Our remote link was unstable since being bounced all over the world to keep Majcom from finding out what we where up to. Although most of the data was corrupted, He was able to find at least some information about the experimental drug. Any information on a counter drug is lost.

“Oh, Lovely” Whitney said. “we are stuck this way.”

“WHOLEY SHIT,” I all most screamed. “Look at the date?” I pointed to the corner of the screen. It read 4/27/2022.

“Is that the correct date?” Whitney asked. “Have we been asleep for 35 years.”

Cassie punched a few keys, “Yeah, that is the correct date.”

“Well now we know how long we where in. Not much else. I still want to know what in the hell happened here?” I asked, looking around. “ Was this place, site 28. abandoned, evacuated, bombed. What?”

“Well if it was evacuated why weren't we taken too. To where ever everyone went.” Cassie said.

Could have been a combination? Bombed then evaced then abandoned. The notes say we are at site 28 and in some caverns? So we are under ground.” I said.

“Let me see if I can pull up some info on this place. Maybe a map or lay out of this joint. Check around their should be some fire escape route information. A floor layout or room number anything may help.”

While Cassie dug into the computer. Both me and Whitney searched the laboratory. It was quite large so it took some time. A couple of locked areas and a blocked back door. Whitney found a fire evac route map. Unfortunately only showed, this room and red arrows out the back exit, and two main doors that where securely locked. The evac map also showed a room number L732. Typical military crap, not showing much.

“Hey, girls I found something?” Cassie called.

We all came back to the computer Cassie was working on. She pointed to another note.

“I found this one. It is from this General Todd.

14 Sept 2018

Well it looks like it will finally happen. That Huge super Volcano in Yellowstone is going to erupt. Word is we will have about 2 hours until the ash reaches us here in New Mexico. That all depends on the winds. The outlook isn't good, especially for the people closer to Yellowstone. Hill, Malmstrom, F.E. Warren, and Ellsworth are being totally evacuated as I type this. Buckley, Cheyenne Mountain and Peterson are evacing non essential personnel.

I have seen a tentative map of the ash fall out. We would have been better staying at Site 193. Here at site 28 we are close to the Colorado boarder. So we will be in the path of the ash. Scientists are saying that ash could be up to almost 12 ft at FE. 6-12 at Buckley. Even 3-5 ft here.

Even with this sites air filtering system. The ash is so fine. The filters would clog in a matter of days vs. a year normally. It seems that Cheyenne Mountain has the better air filtering system. They are buttoning up and keeping going, mission essential personnel only,

I have ordered the complete evacuation of site 28. All personnel are to report to there assigned transport. Sorry to say we are not able to transport the Cryogenic test subjects. We don't have the time to get a vehicle available. Nor the time to revive them. Dr. Garver says that it is almost a full 24 hours to get them completely thawed. In an absolute emergency it can be done in about 18. However, severe problems can occur. I don't want any of these brave volunteers to suffer. I have ordered CE to make sure the cro units in both L732 and R619 to be kept on the emergency power system. The nuclear power should keep them going for 100 or more years.

As I finalize this log entry. As General I here by promote those brave woman in Cryo stasis.
Col. Brie Anna West
Lt. Col Whitney Hart
Lt. Col Cassie Green
Maj. Riley Hanson
Capt. Zoey Anderson
Capt. Susan Aromate
Let the record indicate these 6 ladies be given the highest honor for their sacrifice and bravery.

Theodore Todd , General
Commander, 82nd Aerospace weapons command

“So the rumor was true. There is a volcano underneath Yellowstone park.” Whitney said.

“A super one at that.” I added.

“Must have been huge as it's ash cloud reached down here. In northern New Mexico. Or farther. Cassie also added.

“Hey did you notice that there are CC cameras just about everywhere. I have seen at least 3 in this room alone.” Whitney said. As she looked out in the hall. “I can see two out there. Maybe be you can access them on that computer so we can see what the layout of this place is maybe something above ground to see.

“Let me do some more searching.” Cassie began typing away. “Seems like computers have made advancements but still basically the same.”

“Here we go, a map at least.” Me and Whitney looked over Cassie's shoulder as she pulled up a floor plan.

“Just as I figured the usual government maze of halls.” I said. “What are those arrows?” Pointing to a couple arrows on the screen. They seemed all over. In just about every room and hallway.

As Cassie moved the courser by one. It expanded to show the room.

“That is where the cameras are?” I said as I slapped my hand down on Cassie's shoulder.

“Ouch, Dude remember we are not broad shouldered guys anymore, and can take that. We are now ladies. Delicate and daintier.”

“Did they put some funny stuff in your air supply?” I teased a little.
The other two girls laughed.

All of my stories are purely fictional, the some places are real, some are not. The names and personnel used in all my stories, are also fictional. They may be based on people I knew but, Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or un-dead are purely coincidental.

I write my stories as a fantasy. While based on this world. Things in my story could stretch reality. However I write my stories from my mind. I reserve all rights to my work. Any form of duplication without my permission is forbidden. Please enjoy reading them as I have in writing them.

“Let's put together what happened. Grab a chair.” I said as I hauled a chair and put it around a table, that I also turned over. I also looked around for paper and something to write with. Wiping the dust off the chair I sat down like a lady. Both Whitney and Cassie did the same.

Writing down notes as the three of us threw out observations, ideas, After a couple minutes we had just about all we could think of down on paper.

“OK, to kind of summarize What has happened to us. Sometime between 1993 and today 2022 the three of us.

“The General did note that their were a total of 6 of us.” Whitney said.

“That is right.” I Continued. “But we don't know how long the other three were chilled for. The six of us began as males and wound up being changed into females down to the DNA. It seems like we actually have the memories of growing up as a girl. Mimicking our male life. Am I right.”

“Yeap” Cassie said

“Yes” Whitney said.

We don't know why we weren't de-frosted in 2002 when we suppose to be. For some reason we were revived 10 years later. Us being moved to a different complex. A devastating natural disaster happening. This complex being in harms way and evacuated.

“All but us.” Cassie interjected.

“Correct,” I said pointing to her.

“The reason seems feasible. Those dam things must take huge amount of power.” Whitney added.

“Now we need to ascertain whether or not, 1: The other three are also defrosted. 2: We can find some cloths and shoes. And most importantly. Find a way out of here.”

“Especially number 2. I don't want to run around in just a hoodie and a lab coat.” Whitney said.

“I remember seeing something when I was looking over the cctv cameras. Remember we put our cloths in a locker in the locker room.”

“Hey that is right?” I said. “But it is behind that locked door. Maybe one of these will open it.” pulling out the keys I found.

We all gathered around the locked door as I began trying keys. “Wallah.” The fifth one I tried opened it.

Unlike the lab we where in. The locker room was virtually untouched. Clean and shiny.

“Do you remember which lockers are yours.” Whitney and Cassie both went to their locker as did I. It was a combination lock. Thinking for a minute, the combo came to me. Doing the combination the locker opened.

“What in the hell?” I thought aloud. Instead of my old BDUs inside I find a brand new OD green flight suit. The leather tag on the left chest said. West Brie Anna L Colonel USAF. Below a set of pilot wings.

On the shoulders where colonel eagles, On the left arm was the Spectre gunship patch with the US flag on the opposite sleeve. Behind the flight suit was a black bomber jacket with looks like something on the back. On the shelf was a package of panties, a three pack with green, blue and pink. Their was also a bra and a pair of socks. On the bottom of the locker was a pair of highly polished jungle boots.

I tore open the pack of panties, pulling the pink ones on. Slipping out of the lab coat and hoodie. I put on the bra. Both fit perfectly. On the back of the shelf was also a pack of ladies string tank tops in OD green. I also slipped on one.

I stepped into the flight suit and pulled it on. Socks and boots completed my uniform. Looking down at myself Damn, I thought, I am a fox. Sticking out of the right leg pocket was a woman's soft cap. Of course it had the silver braid and Colonel eagle.

I pulled out the bomber jacket. It had a huge embroidered cartoon AC-130 on the back. Above it was Spectre 15. and on the bottom, “You can run but you will die tired.” The front had the SOG shield on the right breast and my call sign on the left. The right sleeve had the North Carolina Flag, The American Flag on the right. The jacket had some heft to the left side. In an inside pocket I found a compact Sig 45. 3 Full spare clips in the other inside pocket.
Checking the other pockets, I found a hand written note.

Col. West.
I hope these are appropriate for you. We found information that what ever drug was given to you. Not only altered your DNA. But your military training. It seems you are a pilot. Flying AC-130s out of Herbert field. Checking with them There is a Major Brie Anna West flying out of there. She was killed in Asia.

I still don't know what the hell is going on. So are you that Major West. Some kind of mind transference, a type of clone. We do not know. However, the file photo of Major west does look like you. I had one of my staff, take your measurements and obtain these cloths for you and the others. Wouldn't look to good for US Air Force Officers to run around naked.

Sorry, You six had to be left behind. The ash cloud was going to hit us in about 1 ½ hours. I made sure your cryo units had all the power they needed. Hoping to be able to make it back to site 28 and have you thawed. If you are reading this. Then either I and my team are dead, the ash cloud was worse then expected, or they are totally abandoning you and site 28. There are weapons available for you to defend yourselves with if the need happens.

The armory is still fairly well stocked as time wasn't in our favor. The door code is 944321. It is 3 levels up. Room 1384. I have also given you a master key card. That should open every door in this place that has a key card access. Being this site was abandoned feel free to help yourselves to anything you need.

Depending on when you are defrosted there maybe food still in the kitchen storage. Can goods, frozen meat. Etc. Supply is also on level 13 same as the armory.

Feel free to use any of the rooms for R&R. FYI The higher ranks are the more comfortable. Col West you may use my quarters, and office. You are welcome to any of the beverages there.
I hope to meet you and the others one day. Good luck, God speed.

Sincerely,

Ted Todd

Holey crap, Now the mystery goes on. Whitney and Cassie came around the corner of the lockers. Whitney was also in a flight suit. Her name tag read Dr. Hart, Whitney J Lt Col with the medical insignia. Along with a set of master jump wings.

Cassie had on a set of BDUs but not the normal woodland camo, but a digital tiger stripe. The normal name tapes above the breast pockets, security police badge and master security badge on the left and a special ops command patch on the right pocket. They each carried a different color bomber jacket. Whitney's OD green and Cassie's a dark blue.

“Looking good, Col” Whitney said Saluting.
Returning the salute, “Thanks, you two as well.” Handing the General's note to Cassie. “I found this from General Todd.”
Once Cassie finished, she handed it to Whitney.

Handing it back to me, “You have got to fucking kidding me. Mind transference.”

“Well we don't know what kind of medical advancements have been made in the time we where iced.” Whitney said. “It could be experimental as well.”

“You could be on to something, Doc.” I said. She gave me a strange look. Then realized that She had the medical training.

“So, Col. What is the game plan?” Cassie asked.

“We should find the status of the other three, find some food, the weapons. Most importantly see what the hell the outside is like.” Whitney replied.

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I write my stories as a fantasy. While based on this world. Things in my story could stretch reality. However I write my stories from my mind. I reserve all rights to my work. Any form of duplication without my permission is forbidden. Please enjoy reading them as I have in writing them.

Both me and Cassie agreed.

Cassie sat behind at the computer again. She began searching the maps and cameras looking for anything helpful. Checking camera after camera nothing to report. She had checked every room and corridor on this level. She moved to the next level. It took about an hour for Cassie to check the 4 levels between here and 13 floor. No evidence of anyone in any of them.

“looks like everything is clear from here to the armory, mess hall, and supply.” Cassie acknowledged.

“Where you each given a weapon?” I asked.

Both Whitney and Cassie nodded.

“I don't have to tell you to be ready we all know how to handle weapons.”

Again they nodded.

“OK, lets explorer.” I held the key card up to the lock on the side of the door. It slid open. A wave fresh air came in.

“Well the hvac system is working still. Must just be out in here.” Cassie said.

We moved cautiously checking in other rooms as we passed. Most were just laboratories. All of them seemed covered in a thick layer of dust. Maybe the Hvac system is turned off in the rooms.

At each intersection we checked down each hall to see what we could see. Everything seemed the same. One hall looked like the next. We decided to bypass the elevators as we don't know what condition they are in. Cassie led the way to the stairs.

We where all shocked when we opened the door to the stairs. It opened into a gigantic cavern. The stair way was run on the side of the building. Luckily neither one of us had vertigo as we seemed about 10 stories above the cavern floor. The same looking up.

If we were on the 16 floor, and supply was on level 13 up 3 stories. We must be way deep. So we headed up. Doing a tactical stair assault. Making sure everything was secure.

Looking in the small window on the 13 floor. Everything seemed normal. We entered, back into the warmer hall. As the cavern was a little chilly. We followed the signs to the armory. Again moving slow and checking the rooms as we went by. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Which was fine with us. Not that we didn't know how to handle something. We just preferred not to.

“Col, the armory is right ahead.” Cassie motioned.

“Great job, lets check it then head to supply.”

“OK”

I put my key card up to the lock, then punched in the code that the General gave me. The door slide open.

The lights automatically turned on. The room was huge, with racks upon racks of weapons as far as I could see. Rifles, shotguns, pistols, of all kinds. Plus crate upon crate of ammunition for them all. Most of the weapons where brand new still in plastic.

We each looked over them quietly deciding which one we would take. We left everything there for now. Wanting to check supply. We followed the signs to supply. We saw took a detour when we say the sign for the cafeteria. We decided to check that. As soon as we opened the door. We where assaulted by the smell of rotting food. It seems that in the chaos that happened when the evacuate order. Most everything was left, the serving table was still full of food. All of it rotten. Whitney checked the kitchen as we checked the rest of the room.

No sooner then she went into the kitchen she came back out. She waved to catch our attention. She then motioned for us to come and see something.

“Check it out,” she opened the door. There were bare foot prints on the floor.

“What do you make of that. Girls?” She whispered.

“Some kids got in after it was abandoned.” I answered back. The foot prints were not adult size but the size of child.

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“By the looks they are not that old.” Cassie added.

“Well, lets follow them and see where they are going.”

“OK, But we need to use caution as it could be a trap.” Cassie said.

“yeah” Me and Whitney responded.

We followed the foot prints, slowly. From the looks of it. Who ever it also took some cans of food from the kitchen. The foot prints lead out another door. Then down a hall.

“Cassie, How come you didn't see these in the cameras?” I asked.

“Sorry, Col. They must have been so small I didn't detect them.”

“I am sure that is the case.” I agreed.

I took point, slowly moving along the corridor. Stopping at the junctions checking down the other halls. Continuing following the small footprints.

Stopping I held up my fist, stopping the others. I noticed that the trail of foot prints turned into a room. It looked like the room had a large viewing window. Could possibly be another lab of some kind. Why would these kids stay in a lab. I did also notice that the only tracks where from the kitchen to here. No others. Which puzzled me. How long have these kids been here.

I motioned to Whitney and Cassie that I was going to have a look. I slowly ducked past the door. Peaking in the window I couldn't see much. I crawled under the window. So I could peek in the other side.

Once in position I took a quick peek. The room was a fairly large size. Looked like a day room or something. On the second peek I noticed normal green military issue blankets on one of the couches. It was three little girls. All huddled together. Looked like they were eating from a can of stew. They where doing it with silverware.

Trying to look closer, it appeared that they only had the blankets for coverings. While I couldn't see completely, they seemed naked. Carefully to avoid being seen, I returned to the other two.

“There are 3 little girls in there.” I said.

“3 girls.” Cassie said.

“Yeah, only thing it looks like they have to wear are wool military blankets.”

“Only blankets, they don't have any cloths on.” Whitney said.

“That's is what it appears to me.” I added.

“Well we need to make contact and see where these girls came from.” Whitney stated.

Both Cassie and myself nodded in agreement.

We approached the door with caution. It seemed like this room wasn't locked. I touched the open button. The door slide open, the three of us stepped in.

All three of the girls jumped and screamed.

One by one they stopped and looked. A cute brunette jumped off the couch and ran straight for me.

About half way to me, she screamed, “Mommy” She grabbed me in a hug. Then the other two girls ran to Whitney and Cassie. Screaming Mommy also.

It seems like I was partially correct. They each only had on a pair of panties.

All of the sudden I felt an overwhelming feeling of care towards the young girl who had me in a hug. It seemed the other two as well had this feeling. We began hugging the girls back.

“Mommy, what took you so long we have been waiting for so long.”The one hugging me looking up said. “Suzie, was able to find sumthin to eat. We where so hungry.”

“Yeah, Mommy” The girl looking up at Cassie began. “I found the kitchen. It kinda smelt bad. But I got us some stew. We ate it like proper girls with forks.”

“I hope you brought us sumthin to wear, It is cold just being in our panties.”The third one said.

“yeah, we found those blankets in this room.”The one who had Whitney in a hug.

The three of us didn't know what to say or do. These three little girls with barely anything on, calling us Mom. I felt the girl who was hugging me shiver a little.

“Here, you must be cold?” I took off my bomber jacket and put it over her shoulders.

“Thanks, Mommy.” Looking up at me with a smile.

I noticed that Cassie and Susie had sat down. She too gave the little girl her jacket. As did Whitney.

“lets sit down and figure things out.” I suggested. The little girl nodded.

I started. “Can you tell us your names?”

“Susan Jillian Green” Susie answered

“Zoey Marissa West” The one next to me answered.

The third girl. “Riley June Hart”

We looked at each other, Not knowing what to say. As far as we know we have never been pregnant. At least my dream never showed it. For all I know these girls could be our children. They all seemed the same age. Taking a seat.

“And we are your Moms?” Cassie questioned.

“Why else would we call you, Mom.” Susie replied.

I think the three of us parents had a shocked look on our faces. Zoey laid down next to me and put her head in my lap. I rubbed her back.

“That feels good, You do that when I am upset about somthin.”Zoey said.

“How old are you girls?” Whitney asked. They all seemed about the same age.

“I'm going to be eleven soon. Riley answered.

“Me too.” Susie added.

“I am only going to be 10 next month.”Zoey chimed in.

This was so weird We started in 1992. As men, now years later We are all woman with a daughter. None of the information we dug up said anything about us becoming pregnant. Wait a minute. The last entry by General Todd said their was 6 of us. All turned into female. What were there names. Looking down at Zoey asleep in my lap. The other girls were also asleep.

That's it, Zoey, Susan, and Riley. These are the other 3 test subjects. They were supposed to be adults. Not children. What went wrong. Did it happen after the evacuation? Was it intentional. Why were these girls turned into our daughters.

Softly and quietly I told the other two, “These 3 have to be the other test subjects.”

“Why were they made our daughters and age regressed?” Whitney whispered.

“Don't know, wish I did. my note from General Todd didn't say anything about the other subject being younger”

"Yeah, it didn't"Whitney commented

“First thing is to find our daughters some cloths.” Cassie added.

Nodding, “I wonder if supply has anything that would fit?”

Both the other two shrugged. “They might. There also had to be some woman stationed here. We could see if we could find anything in their quarters.”Cassie said.

“Wish we could find a roster of who was assigned here. And what room they were in. Maybe the medical data base has something.” Whitney advised. “Their medical records would at least give us a guide to finding those ladies who where on the smaller size.”

“So best bet for access to the medical data base, would be in medical.”Cassie surmised.

“I didn't see any on our way here.”I added.

“we need to find a working computer.” Cassie said.

“There was one in the room we came from.” Riley lifted her head off of Whitney's lap.

“I thought you were asleep, sweetheart.”

Yawning, “I was just resting my eyes.” She said laying her head back down.

Sure, Whitney mouthed. We all giggled softly.

“We didn't see any tracks leading here just the tracks from the kitchen.”

“We came in the other door.”Riley said softly, pointing towards the back of the room. “It is just down the hall”

“OK, me and Cassie will check it out. You can watch the girls.”

“OH, So I get to be babysitter. Thanks a bunch.” Whitney smiled.

Both me and Cassie gently lifted our daughters heads and slide out from underneath them. Laying them back on the couch. We headed out the back door. There was foot prints leading from down the hall to here.

Carefully retracing them. Riley was correct it was just around the corner. Using my master pass key. The door slid open. This room was almost the same as the lab we where in. It was a little cleaner. The cryogenic units laid down more. Each one open. They still seemed functional.

Again Cassie worked the computer. He found the medical clinic it was down two on the 15th floor. Cassie again checked the cameras on that floor. Like the rest of the place it was void of anything living.

“Hey look up the officers quarters. So, we know where our rooms are.”

“Yes, Ma'am.” Cassie said in a sarcastic way.

“Funny.” I rolled my eyes.

“Here they are on level five. Where as the command center is on the fourth floor. The rest of the quarters are from the tenth floor to the fifth floor.”

“Is there an inside staircase. I don't think the girls need to see the cavern.”

“Yes, there is one right next to the elevators. Towards the middle.”

“Perfect, lets get back. You can stay with the girls while me and Whitney find medical.”

“You got it.”

Back tracking to the day room.

Zoey and Susie were still sleep where we left them. Riley still asleep on Whitney's lap.

Softly, I told her, “We found the medical center. It is two floors down. Me and you will head there and see if we can get the information we need. Provided we get the information we need. We will check the rooms.W can check supply later”

“Sounds like a plan.” Whitney said as she moved from under Riley. Cassie sat next to her daughter.

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Me and Whitney headed to the center. There were signs that lead personal to the various locations. We slowly descended the middle stairs, down to the 15th floor. Upon opening the fire door. There was a big sign stating that this was medical.

Again using my key card. Me and Whitney entered. This area was different from the rest. There were no dust and the air was warmer with a faint smell of disinfectant.

“Must be on its own hvac system.” Whitney told me.

We headed to the offices. We bypassed the reception computer. As it may not have access to what we need.

We checked the different rooms. Mostly exam. One was a store room, on one wall was a secured cabinet. Whitney checked it out.

“God, we could make a small fortune selling some of this. A lot of high end narcotics.”

“We will get what we may need. On our way out.”

She nodded.

The last door was a Dr office. Maj Karen Adamson MD. Of course using my key card we entered the office. It was spotless.

Whitney sat at the desk behind the computer. She typed somethings in. She pulled out an ID card and put it in a reader.

“Bingo, I knew that would be helpful.” She accessed the information that we needed. Writing down the room numbers of those whose clothes may fit our daughters.

“I also put down some rooms where there are girls that are about our size. We may want to wear something different.” She added.

“lets get a medical kit prepared. Grab what you think we will need.”

“You got it”

Whitney found a field medical bag. She loaded it up with everything needed. I just followed behind her holding the bag so she could load it.

Placing some bandages in, “There finished.”

“Are you sure, I think there is still a little room over here.”

“Funny, Brie Anna. Funny.”

Making sure everything was secure we headed back. Everything was the same. Eerily quiet. Only sounds where our foot fall. Which sometime echoed. Even though I wasn't scared. I still kept my guard up. I could tell that Whitney did as well.

Dropping off the Medical bag in the day room. Whitney stayed with the girls, who where still asleep. Cassie joined me for the search for clothes for our daughters.

First stop was the 9th floor. Room 914 and 932. Again we where the only ones.

Scanning my master key card. The door slide open. It was definitely a girls quarters. Stuffed animals, unicorn posters on the walls. There was things thrown everywhere.

“Well looks like they evacuation order was quick and an emergency. She just grabbed things and hauled ass.” Cassie commented.

“Sure does” I said as I went through the drawers. Looking like everything was would be a little big on the girls.

“Looks like this room is a bust.” Cassie stated.

“OK, next stop, 932” We left 914.

“Lets hope we can find something.” I mentioned as we were on our way.

“room 932.” Cassie said.

Again sliding my key card. Same style of room but of course decorated differently. A couple band posters. Cassie check the drawers as I checked the closet.

“Brie Anna, We may have something here.” Cassie called.

Turning around, Cassie was holding up a lacy thong. While it seemed to be close to the right size. Not appropriate for a little girl.

“possible the right size but I don't want my daughter in a thong just yet.”

“Awe, come on Mom. This may be today's style.” Cassie giggled. “Nah, Wouldn't want Susie in one either.”

“So anything else?”

“Of course,” She pulled out some cotton panties. “ I think this airman was just a tiny thing. We hit gold.”

From other drawers she pulled out socks, tank tops, t-shirts.

I had found some jeans hanging up, Looking at the size tag,Size 0. “You must be right, These are a size zero.” Looking at the length of the legs. They were quite long, this girl had legs longer that any of our daughters.

“She must have been 6'8 about 89 lbs.” Cassie giggled.

We gathered all the clothes appropriate for our daughters ages. We put them in a backpack we found.

“Did you see anything that the girls could sleep in?”

“Nothing we would want our girls in.” Cassie stated.

“OK, Well they can always sleep in a t-shirt. Supply must have some.”

Cassie nodded. “Do you want to check another room to see?”

“Wouldn't hurt. Unless you have a hot date or something.

“Nope, got stood up. Damn men, can't trust them at all.” Cassie teased.

Going up to the next floor. Room 822.

scanning my pass card. We heard the door motor kick in but nothing happened. So I scanned it again. The motor kicked in for a split second the stopped. Sparks flew from the door pad.

“Well Looks like this one is a bust.”

Next, was room 812 and 813. Right across from one another. We checked 813 first. Again we found some clothes that may fit. So we took them as well. We did find some more appropriate sleep wear for the girls here. Cami and shorts sets. Finally room 812 was a jackpot. Even some clothes smaller that the others we found.

Holding up a pair of jeans, “This girl must have been a negative one size.” Cassie stated.

Looking at the pants myself. “Yeah, she must have.” Pulling out a brand new package of panties in size teen 14.

“Let's take the lot. Throw them in here.” as I pulled out a duffel bag from under the bed.

After packing the bag, Cassie looked at the list. “What are these ones at the bottom underlined.”

“Those must be the ones that Whitney found that are about our size so we could have something to sleep in. Maybe some civies.”

“That is great thinking. I don't want to run around in the same uniform all the time.”

“Well that is what supply is for. new uniforms.”

“A couple of these are on the 5th floor.” I added. “We could check them when we head up to our quarters.”

So back down to the day room. I found that Zoey was sleeping on Whitney's lap.

Softly She told me, “She had a bad dream. So Aunt Whitney had to comfort her.”

Smiling I giggled a little. “Aunt Whitney, fast thinking.”

“Any luck.” She asked.

“Yeah, there were a couple of small girls assigned here.” I dumped the back pack on the pool table. Cassie did the same with the duffel bag.

“Do we want to sort them some or just let the girls pick.”

“Let them pick as long as they do it nicely.”

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“Mommy, Where did all those clothes come from?” It was Susie. She was sitting up rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Honey, Me and Aunt Brie found them. Just for you three.” Cassie told her.

Susie jumped off the couch and rushed over to the piles of clothes. “Thank you, Mommy and Aunt Brie.”

“Your welcome, Sweetie.” I found myself saying.

Cassie's daughter would find something she would like then hold it up to herself. A cool it will fit, or nah, to big or to small.

Zoey woke and joined Susan, after also waking Riley. All three of our daughters we digging through the pile of clothes. Almost like best friends one would hand another something, “This wold look great on you.” or. “This would fit you better.”

Each one of them started a pile of clothes that they had chosen. Cassie, Whitney and I just sat an watched. All three of our daughters behaved like a little lady. Not grabbing or pushing.

We heard from the girls. “Oh,this is cute, This should fit you.”

“OK, Ladies,” I started. “once you get your final pile together. Go ahead and get dressed.”

Around of yes came from the table.

“I am going to send Cassie and Whitney down to supply. To see what they can find.”

Both Whitney and Cassie telling their daughters to stay with Aunt Brie Anna.

As the girls finished and started getting dressed. I talked to Cassie and Whitney. “See what you can find. Right at the moment, 5 backpacks. 2 small enough for the girls. See if they have some athletic shoes for the girls. Cloths for the big girls. Check on survival gear, tents, sleeping bags, you know what is needed. No need to get them at the moment. Just put them aside.”

“Got you, Colonel.” Whitney said. Her and Cassie taking off for supply.

Turning around I found that the girls have gotten dressed. Riley in Pink jeans, and a white flowered top. Susan was in std jeans and a flannel shirt, Looking like a cowgirl. While my daughter, Zoey had on. A red flair skirt, black leggings, and an AC/DC Hells Bells t-shirt.

“What do you think, Mommy.” Zoey asked as she did a twirl in front of me.

“That is a cute outfit. You look beautiful.” I answered.

Blushing, “Thanks, Mommy.” As she hugged me. For some reason, I knelt down and gave her a big hug. I had this strange feeling of love and caring for this girl.

“What about us, Aunt Brie?” Susie asked.

“Both of you are also beautiful.” I answered.

I sat on one of the couches as I haven't really had any rest since we came out of cryo sleep. Only the few minutes when Zoey fell asleep on my lap.

Leaning back, I put my feet up. Zoey climbed up and lay on top of me. We both crashed out.

Thankfully I didn't have any weird dreams. However, a dream did start. Me and Zoey where climbing up a rough trail. With tight switch backs. We were in a group of other four wheel drives. All of them equally built up. The vehicle we where in was a Ford Explorer. It was quite built up. Larger tires, Suspension lift, roll cage, built motor. The best of everything. Zoey was grinning ear to ear. Holding on the the oh shit handle. She seemed that she was about 13. Growing into a beautiful lady.

“Isn't this great Mom?” She asked.

“Sure is. In 2 weeks we'll hitting some of the countries best trails.”

We had gotten selected for the Ultimate Adventure. A week long off road trip. Right now we where in the Smokey mtns. Doing a test run with the explorer, I actually had to prove that Zoey was a capable co-pilot. Which she has been since she was 6. She has been trail riding since she was 2 months old. Me and my husband took her, in this very vehicle. He was killed in action about 2 years ago.

“How are you coming, Brie?” Came over the CB.

Since I was concentrating on driving. Zoey answered. “Just fine, no problems.”

The truck bounced side to side. I heard, “Brie Anna, Wake up Colonel.”

I woke to find Cassie gently shaking me, awake. Zoey was still asleep on my lap.

“Any luck?” I asked softly. Not wanting to wake my daughter.

“Yeah, they have everything we need, and then some.” Whitney handed out back packs for the girls. Instructing them to pack up their cloths.

“I grabbed some underwear, for us. It is issue stuff. We also found some athletic shoes for the girls.” Cassie reported.

“Great,” I answered. As I woke Zoey. “Zoey, honey time to wake up.”

“OK, Mommy.”

As Zoey packed her backpack.

“Girls, What do you remember before coming in here?” Whitney asked.

“Mommy,” Susie started. We woke up in a weird machine. In that other room.” Riley and Zoey agreed.

“Only thing we had on was our panties.”Zoey added.

“Before you woke up. Did you have any strange dreams?” Cassie asked.

“I did, I was holding hand with a boy. I woke up just as he was going to kiss me.” Riley commented.

“ewe, What a gross dream.” Both Zoey and Susie said.

“Do you remember anything from before you got into the machine?” I asked. “Who brought you here.?”

“You did, Mommy.” Zoey said. “they where going to do some tests on us. Don't remember what for.”

“ It was some kind of sleep test.” Susie added.

Both Riley and Zoey nodded in agreement.

“We were wearing our Pjs. Don't know why they changed to just underwear.” Riley stated.

“Thanks, Girls.” I ended.

“Your Welcome, Aunt Brie.” Susie and Riley answered.

I looked at both Whitney and Cassie. Both slightly shook their heads, and shrugged.

“Anyone getting hungry?” Whitney asked.

The general consensuses was yes.

“Well let's see what is left in the kitchen that I can whip up.”

After our daughters got their shoes on. Most of us used the latrine. We all headed back down to the kitchen.

While the girls waited. The three of us looked for anything. Cassie held her nose as she opened one of the refrigerators. We all expected rotten food.

“Would you look at this?” She called.

“If its a ham grazing on the lettuce no thanks.” Whitney said.

“Nope take a look.”

Neither me nor Whitney wanted to look at rotted food. But we took a look.

Upon looking in the fridge. We where shocked. Instead of rotted food. Fresh vegetables where. Not one whiff of rotten food. We were puzzled.

Cassie grabbed a carrot. It was firm like it was just picked. She snapped it in half, smelling it. She shrugged her shoulders. Then took a bit. Then another.

“It is a fresh carrot.” She exclaimed.

Whitney opened the second fridge. Again fresh dairy. Milk, eggs, cheese. It turned out that all four refrigerators held fresh food.

Checking the cupboards Fresh cans of food there as well.

Stepping back. “What the hell is going on?” I asked. “It is like it was just abandoned today.”

“I wish I did. But I don't have a clue.” Cassie added.

Whitney just shook her head.

“Susie, Where did you find that can of stew?” Cassie asked.

“Right over there, Mommy.” Susie answered. Pointing to a half open cupboard door.

Being Whitney was closest, she opened it. Just cans of food. None appearing that old.

As Cassie grabbed some pans, “Now all of you shoo. So, I can make something to eat.”

The rest of us waited in the dinning room. We heard not much from the kitchen. Riley sat on Whitney's lap, while Zoey sat on mine. Susie sat between us.

“I know it is gunna be good. My mom loves to cook. It is so good.” Susie boasted.

I was about to say something but stopped. What is going on. We volunteered for a cryogenic experiment. We wake up decades later. Changed into woman. The base abandoned due to the Yellowstone super volcano erupting. I am now an AC130 pilot. One of the others is a Dr. All three of us are officers.

Once we got moving and searching the base. We come upon 3 little girls. Us learning they are our daughters. They could be the other 3 test subjects. Now we returned to the Kitchen to find the fridges full of fresh food.

I feel a hand take mine and say, in a soft voice. “Your going to be alright, Mom.” In the background I hear the faint beeping. Sounding like the same machines I heard when I was chilled.

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I feel a tapping on my arm. “Mommy, Aunt Cassie has dinner ready.”

Opening my eyes, I must have drifted off. I see stacks of pancakes, bacon, sausage, hash browns. Of course, Coffee and juice.

“OK, dig in.” Cassie says as she sits down, Susan sitting next to her. I ease Zoey off my lap. She sits next to me. With Whitney next to her and Riley taking the next seat.

All six of us, eat with proper manners. The food is like nothing I have ever tasted. It was fantastic.

Once finished Me and Whitney clear the table. We wash the dishes, placing them back in the cupboard.

“Well, lets head up to our rooms.” I stated. “Maybe they will have some entertainment there.”

We all filed out the kitchen back door. I took point. As I looked back making sure everyone was with us. I noticed as the kitchen door closed, it appeared different again. Everything covered in a layer of dust.

I shut my eyes for a moment, and shake my head. Maybe to try and clear my head or something. Stopping at the day room to get the backpacks. Each of the moms helping their daughter with theirs. I helped Zoey.

“Now make sure it is tight, you don't want it bouncing around.”

“Yes, Mommy. I wear a backpack to school everyday. And when we go camping with the truck. Don't you remember.”

“Sorry, Sweetheart. I must have forgot.”

“Are you sure you are OK, Mommy. Do I need to have Aunt Whitney look at you?”

“No, Honey I will be fine. It has been a tiring day. I just may need to relax some.”

“OK, Mommy.”

Once everyone was ready we headed up to the fifth floor. At each landing the girls waited while we checked the hallways. Nothing but dust and mine and Cassie's foot prints when we did our clothes search.

We checked each floor as we ascended to the 5th floor. While it took sometime. We just wanted to be safe. As with the rest of the complex just dust. Arriving on the 6th floor, it was different. The hallways where carpeted still dusty.

“Must be officer country?” Whitney mentioned.

“Your right, must be.”Cassie answered. I giggled.

“Mommy, aren't you an officer.” Riley asked.

“Yes, Riley I am now. I used to be enlisted.” Whitney told her daughter.

“ lets continue.” I stated.

And that is what we did. Cassie was first up the stairs. Opening the door from the stairs. It was even better than the 6th floor. The carpet seemed more plush. Instead of the normal overhead lights. There were sconces on the walls. It looked more like a hotel than a military base. As we padded down the hall way. There wasn't many rooms, but each one had a brass plaque that stated the occupants name and rank. By the looks of it. It was the upper ranks, Lt Col and above whom lived on this floor.

There were 2 Lt. Col's 3 Col's and the Generals quarters. We checked each one of the Col quarters. They were like a small apartment. The Col's being bigger than the Lt. Col's.

“Go ahead an pick your room?”

“We'll take this one.” Whitney said. Taking one of the Cols rooms. Cassie and Susie took one of the others.

The four of them adjourned to there rooms.

“Mom?”

“Yes, Zoey.” I turned to look at my daughter.

“Which room are we taking?” She asked.

“Well my dear daughter. Being I am ranking officer.We get the General's quarters.”

“Cool”

We walked a little farther down the hall. A set of recessed double doors, the plaque read, Commander. General Theodore J Todd.

“Want to unlock the door.” I handed the pass card to Zoey.

With a big grin, she took the pass key and held it to the lock. The door clicked unlocking it. Zoey pushed the door open. A surprised look came over her young face when she stepped inside.

“Wow, Mommy look?” She said.

I also stepped inside behind her. It was a luxury hotel Suite. Chairs, sofas. A huge TV. What looked like a small kitchen and Bar, with dinning area. Several doors were off the main room. While I checked what was behind each door. Zoey made herself comfortable.

The first door was a large closet. The second a small 1/2 bathroom. The next door turned out being a fairly large office. The fourth and fifth where bed rooms. The second must have been the master it was large also. The last door was a pantry, containing caned goods, a fridge and a separate freezer.

Checking the bed rooms, each had its own full bathroom. The master having both a tub and a shower. Each a full walk in closet.

Checking the mini fridge in the kitchen area. Yep. Full of high end booze. Along with the cabinets. The ice bucket on the counter was still full of ice. Not just water.

“Mommy, Aunt Whitney, Aunt Cassie, Susie, and Riley are here.”

“OK, Show them in.” I answered.

“Hey, Brie. How are your quarters?” Whitney asked.

“Have a look around.” I offered. “I'm sure the General wouldn't mind, being the circumstances as they are.”

“Brie Anna what are you talking about. You just moved into these yesterday.” Cassie said.

Both Cassie and Whitney had changed out of their uniforms. Both were dressed casual. Whitney in a t-shirt and jean shorts. Cassie in a pink blouse, and slacks.

I heard Zoey tell the other girls. “Come on I'll show you my new room. It is way cool.”
They took off into the second bedroom.

Things began to change. The wall between the pantry and kitchen disappeared. The living room expanded to have a dinning area. Complete with table. Moving boxes where everywhere. A door wall also appeared open to reveal the Gulf of Mexico about 1000 yards from the huge back deck.

“Girlfriend,” Cassie started. “I am so envious of you. You where at the right place and right time to by this place. To bad the money had to come in such a hard way.”

“Yeah, Brie. How are you doing since Marcus got killed.” Whitney asked. “It's been 18 months.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked. “What is happening?” I ran to the door to the hallway. Opening it. No longer a hall. It was looking out over a beautiful front yard. In the driveway was a black mid 70s Ford Supercab. It was hooked to a car trailer where a Green Ford Explorer was tied down. Backed up to a 2 car garage.

I was in a panic. Running back to the office door. Throwing it open. There were boxes everywhere, also. 2 sides of windows, also showed the gulf.

“Brie Anna, What is the matter?” Whitney called following behind me.

“It's not right. None of this is right.” Running to the bedroom. The rooms have switched places. The master bedroom faced the gulf also. Going to the other room. Zoey was showing Susie and Riley where she was putting things.

“Mom, Are you alright” She said. But she wasn't the little girl anymore she was the young lady that was with me in my dream.

I just crumpled right there on the floor. I couldn't think, talk or do much of anything.

I heard, Whitney say, “Let's get her to her bed.” I was carried to the bed in the master. She also told Riley to get her med bag from her car.

As I lie there in my bed. Whitney taking my pulse. I was just staring at the ceiling. It was like I passed out, but still awake. My body began to relax my eyes shut. I don't know what happened.

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I write my stories as a fantasy. While based on this world. Things in my story could stretch reality. However I write my stories from my mind. I reserve all rights to my work. Any form of duplication without my permission is forbidden. Please enjoy reading them as I have in writing them.

As I woke up. The beeping of the medical monitors, was all I heard. Opening my eyes I was in a hospital room. Iv's and oxygen where hooked to me. Along with the monitors. Flowers decorated a couple tables in the room. It all seemed the same old hospital room. The white board showed. My nurses, and Whitney Hart as my Dr. The date that was listed was strange. It read May 22, 2015.

“What the hell?” Last I saw it was 2022 or something like that. What was going on. I looked around for the call button. Pushing it once I found it.

I heard a beeping outside. Then what sounded like all hell broke out. It's room 741, Is she awake.

Just a few seconds later two nurses crashed through the door.

“Brie Anna, you are awake.” One said.

“Ah, yeah. I passed out then woke up here. What is going on?” I was able to get out in a horse tone. “Can I get some water?”

A third nurse came rushing in. “Dr. Hart is on her way.”

The first nurse, name tag saying Connie, Started, “How are you feeling? Do you remember who you are?”

“Of course, Colonel Brie Anna Lynn West. Pilot, US Air Force.” I said with confidence.

“Do you know where you are?” She continued.

“Obviously a hospital. I'm guessing at Herbert Field FL.”

“What do you remember happened to you last?”

“I was confused on what was going on. I was part of some cryogenic experiment. We were in a military bunker, trapped after the Yellowstone volcano erupted. I had just gone into the General's quarters. Then it some how changed to be my home on the gulf.”

“OK, Well let me do some checks while we wait for Dr. Hart.”

“Why won't you tell me what is going on?”

“We will let the Dr, tell you.” She said. As she checked the machines, my Iv's. The other two left.

“I order you to tell me.” I said firmly.

“I am sorry Col. But Medical regs supersede your orders. The Dr. will give you all the information you want. Everything is OK, all activity is back to normal.” Just as she was leaving. Whitney burst into the room.

“My god Brie. You are finally awake.” She exclaimed. She nodded to the nurse as she left.

“What happened to me? Whitney tell me. Please.”

Whitney sat on the edge of the bed. Taking my hand. “Brie you have been in a coma for almost 3 years.”

“What?” I creaked out.

“Don't you remember me and Cassie had brought the girls for a visit to your new house on the gulf. You started freaking out saying this was not right. You collapsed in Zoey's room. You had a brain aneurysm, luckily I was there, our you would have been dead. Your heart stopped. I was able to revive you.

We rushed you to the hospital. You have been out since. We had to operate to repair the aneurysm. You had the very best care, we flew in the best neurologist to do your surgery. He worked on you for over 5 hours.

I am just sitting here listening to Whitney tell me what happened.

“So it is really 2015?” I asked.

“Yeah,”

“And my dreams of being cryogenic frozen was just that dreams. I was never really Marcus West.”

“Brie, Don't you remember Marcus was your husband. He was killed in action 5 years ago.”

A slight knock on my door. Cassie poked her head in, “Is she ready for some company?”

“I guess.” Whitney agreed.

The door burst open, a girl came running to my bed. “Mommy” It was Zoey.

“Zoey?” I said I was taken aback for a moment the recognized my own daughter as she grabbed me in a hug. Embracing her I just held her. I was so happy. My girl has grown up, in the time I was out.

Taking Whitney's place, “Aunt Whitney called Aunt Cassie. She picked me and Susie up on her way over.”

“Hi, Aunt Brie.” Susie said.

“Mom, I have been so scared. I would visit you everyday. Praying that you would wake up. I lost my daddy I didn't want to loose you too.” She started crying.

Cassie and Susie gave me hugs as well. “Don't worry, Zoey has stayed with me,Steven, and Susan. We just closed up your house.”

“Yeah, Mom. I have checked it at least once a week. I kept the yard taken care of.”

“Uncle Steven and Aunt Cassie took care of the trucks. Put them in the garage and properly stored them.

“They should be good to go as soon as Whitney gives you a pardon and able to escape.”

I giggled a little. My mouth still dry.

“Well the hard part is over. Now to get you up and going. Then we will see about maybe parole. If you are good.”

“I'm always good.” I added.

“We've known you for how long, We both know that is a crock o crap.” Cassie laughed.

Zoey stayed for about 2 hours. She told me that she visited me everyday. Talked to me, held my hand. Telling me how her day was.

“Mom, After Aunt Whitney told me what happened. I got in contact with the people at Ultimate Adventure.”

“OH, about what,Honey.”

“I told them what happened. They said they will have a spot for us as soon as you recover. So we are still going on our trip.”

“Zoey, that is fantastic news. Now I just need to get sprung from here.”

“Mom, you just need to get better then we'll talk about the trip.”

Smiling, “yeah, Honey. You are right.”

We talked for a bit longer. Until Zoey got a text from Cassie saying she was here to pick her up.

“Mom, thank god you are back. Everyday I prayed that you would wake up. Know you have.” She kissed my forehead, and gave me a hug. “I will be back tomorrow. I love you, Mom.”

“I'll be sprung soon. I love you too.”

She left, just as they were Bringing dinner. The nurse delivered my meal. “Dr. Hart said you can start with a liquid diet being you haven't had any solid food in a long time.”

“I gotta start some where. What no coffee?”

“Sorry, Dr orders. The acid in the coffee may upset your stomach.”

“Just remind me to kill her when I see her next.” I teased. As she knew all to well I loved my coffee.

In a cheerful tone, “I'll make a note. I'll be back to see how everything is going.”

She left me to my soup and jell-o. The Jell-o tasted good and soothing on my dry throat. It seemed that everything was fine. No stomach pain. Same with the soup. As they say hit the spot.

I was only able to finish a little over half my soup. My stomach must have shrunk some. Pushing the table away. I worked at moving my legs. I had massage things on my legs that move up and down to help with keeping my blood circulating. They seemed to move fairly easily.

The nurse came back to check on me. “Twice a day physical therapy comes in and moves your extremities. To keep them limber. We'll see if the Dr adds some walking to the regiment.”

“Hope so sooner I am up and moving then I can escape.” I smiled.

“It maybe more than that but that is up to your medical team. I just work here.”

“Thanks,”

“You bet.” She left with my tray.”

Well lets see what is happening in the world, I thought as I turned on the TV. Channel surfing, with nothing interesting to watch. I turned on the radio. After finding a good station. I lay back concentrating on moving my limbs. Mostly my legs and arms did as I asked them too. A few moments of hell no I'm not going to do that but eventually worked.

Whitney came in just after Sun down. To check on me.

“Hey warden when is my parole hearing? So I can get out of this chicken shit outfit.”

“Funny, Brie.” She started. “Notes say that you have been moving your limbs.”

“I got to get them working if I am going to make a run for it.”

“Are they?” She asked.

“I seems that everything is working as it should. Strength maybe another story. So far so good.”

“As soon as we get you walking, We can get you off the remote control potty.” She indicated my catheter.

“Now get some rest. We will start tomorrow seeing about getting you out of her.” Whitney said giving me a hug.

“Thanks Whitney. I owe you.”

“Just make it in small used bills, nothing bigger than a twenty.” She smiled as she left.

Calling after her, “Put it on my tab.”

I continued working my limbs late into the night. It was past midnight when I finally stopped and fell a sleep. It was a fitful sleep. I could barely sleep. I think the longest was maybe an hour. Once 5:30 rolled I just stayed up. First seeing what the morning brought for TV. I watched the morning news. Then switched to the radio. Finally found some music instead of the morning yak.

At 6 the nurses changed shifts. I seemed to be the biggest news. Coming out of a 3 year coma. It seemed that everybody wanted to see me. My nurse finally opened the curtains revealing a beautiful sunny day in Florida.

About 7:30 they brought breakfast. Liquid again, and still no coffee.

“What still no coffee?” I teased the nurse. “you do know that this cruel and unusual punishment.”

“Sorry, Col. Dr. Harts orders.”

“Oh, that is right I have to kill her for no coffee, Now twice.”

“Excuse me, Col?” the nurse looked concerned.

“Sorry, I have know Dr. Hart for years. She knows I love coffee. So, I am going to kill her for keeping it away from me.” I giggled a little.

Oh, OK” She left.

I ate or more precisely drank my breakfast. Again not all of it. My stomach still got full fast.

Again pushing away the table I began work on my limbs. I worked my legs and arms. They were starting to loosen up. My core was another story. Sitting up to touch my toes. Was an experience in unto itself. I had to claw my way to my toes. My spin sounding like popcorn. Snap, crackle and pop have nothing on my back. Leaning back I had to reverse the process.

But I continued, until I could do it with out pulling myself up and down. Then came he twisting. I kept popping my back with every twist, it was so tight.

At 9 am Whitney came in. My back popped just as she opened the door.

POP, “Ahhhhh” I said.

“Brie, what are you doing?”

“right now cracking my back.” I commented as I twisted the other way. POP my back went again.

“You do know that you should have waited for the people from physical therapy.”

“Why? I can do everything myself again.”

“Well you can, however they know how to do it properly without hurting yourself.”

“No pain no gain” I answered in my best Arnold voice.

“What am I going to do with you? You'll be the death of me.”

“Speaking of that. I need to kill you.”

“Why?”

“No coffee. That is why? How can I get better without my daily cuppa joe.”

“Thanks Brie. My tombstone will read killed for denying coffee.”

“OK, I'll make note of that.”

“Now back to the professional side. How are you doing?”

“As good as can be expected without coffee.” I teased.

Of course, she rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Can I put her back in a coma? Please.” looking up.

“Joking aside, for now. Doing pretty well getting everything moving, my arms and legs are moving freer. I can even touch my toes, barely. Can't put my tits on my thighs yet.”

“I thought you said joking aside.”

“You know me, I am just being normal.”

“That is what worries me.”

I just stuck my tongue out at her. “Nah”

“OK,” Whitney pulled back the covers on me. She moved my legs. “Seems to be moving.” Placing her hand on the bottom, “Push against me.” she pushed my leg up. I resisted. “Good, now this one.”

I resisted just about all.

“Good a little weak on the upper end. But that is just you.”

“Yeah, the accident where my parents and little brother were killed. Did a job on me. That leg was never the same. But not bad enough to keep me grounded.”

“Oh, While you were out. I was placed as flight surgeon. So I get to make sure you are fit for the sky's.”

“Swell,”

Whitney checked my arms and core. She said everything was looking good.

“Do you think you can get your happy ass on your feet?”

“Sure, can I get the pee remote control taken out?”

“Well I guess. I had thought to leave it in so you had trouble escaping. Kind of hard running carrying a bag of pee with a tube up your Uh hum”

“I guess you are right. Can I get it taken out if I pinky swear I will be a good girl?”

Sticking out her little finger which I hook mine with. “You swear to be good.” She said.

“I swear.” I answered.

“OK, let me put in the order.” Whitney left.

About ten minutes later a nurse came in. “Ready to be a big girl and use the potty.”

“You've been talking to Dr. Hart haven't you. Yeah. I want to be a big girl.”

“How'd you guess.” She gloved up. Pulled back the sheet and lifted my gown.

“God, I look European.” Seeing my pussy hair so long. “Would you happen to have a hedge trimmer?”

“Fresh out. I can get you some scissors later.”

I felt the strange sensation in my crotch, As she took the catheter.

“That would be great. Thanks.”

“Let me take care of this and I'll come back and see if we can get you on your feet.”

“Sounds great.”

The nurse returned with another. “Well let's get these things off.” Referring to the massage things on my legs.

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I write my stories as a fantasy. While based on this world. Things in my story could stretch reality. However I write my stories from my mind. I reserve all rights to my work. Any form of duplication without my permission is forbidden. Please enjoy reading them as I have in writing them.

God, my legs also needed some attention with a razor.

“You ready.”She asked.

Nodding, I moved my legs off the side of the bed. With one nurse on each side, both getting me under my arms. I slide off the bed a couple inches. Until my foot landed on the floor.

I was able to stand leaning on the bed. Bending my legs slightly. I stood on my own. My knees buckled a little but I was able to recover. Standing up fully. I attempted to take a step. Both legs crumpled under me. Luckily the nurses were there to catch me.

They leaned me back against the bed again.

“Get a wheelchair. I will take her down to therapy. So they can get her up and moving.”

Shortly the nurse came with a wheelchair. I was able to turn and sit on my own. I lifted my feet onto the pads. And away we went. God everything was so different. Not seeing anything for three years. I was wheeled down a couple halls to an elevator.

Going down several floors. One of the halls just out side of physical therapy was a larger window over looking the gulf.

“I can never get used to that view. It is always so beautiful.” The nurse agreed with me.

Once inside therapy. I got the work out I so needed. By the time I was finished I was able to walk some. As long as I had help. The parallel bars worked great for that. After about 45 minutes. I was told to quit for the day. I didn't want to but I was out voted.

Once I was pushed in the hall. Zoey was waiting there for me.

“Mommy” She called. “Aunt Whitney told me you where here and that I could wait outside for you.”

“She knew I wanted to see my girl. I missed you, sweetie.”

“I missed you to Mom. I can't wait till you are home again.” She said as she walked along side the wheelchair holding my hand.

Once back to my room, the nurse helped me use the bathroom. Then Zoey and the nurse helped me back into bed. Which was freshly changed and my room cleaned while I was gone. Zoey laid down right next to me, just like she did when she was little. She is not so little now. Zoey is very beautiful young lady, 4'11" athletic figure. Dark brown hair, blue eyes. She hasn't said anything about a boyfriend.

I wonder. “So, have you gotten a boyfriend yet?”

“Mom, don't you remember I told you. I like girls. I'm a lesbian.” Zoey answered.

It then clicked in my mind. She came out about a year after her dad got killed. “I am sorry I forgot. What ever happened had an effect on my memory.”

“That is OK, MOM. Aunt Whitney actually told me you may have memory issues. Once you came out of the coma. Before you ask. Yes I do have a girlfriend.”

“Why don't you tell me about her. If you would like.”

Shyly She told me. “her name is Brittney. She is also 4'11, blond, blue eyes. We met the first day of high school. We hit it off. We love each other.”

“Honey, that is all me and your dad always wanted for you to be happy.”

Smiling, “Thanks mom. I wish daddy was here. I miss him.”

“I do too, Zoey. I do too.”

My daughter stayed until visiting hours where over. She had rode her bike from Cassie's house. It wasn't far. Plus the base had bike paths all over. So she barely was near traffic.

For dinner, it was still liquid but Whitney had OKed some coffee. Decaf but beggars can't be choosers. It was great. Soon as I finished. I got back to work on moving. Even though I was sore from this morning at therapy. I still worked my arms and legs. Being I didn't work my core. It was tight again, popping when I got to a point when I twisted. It however did feel good.

Again I was in the middle of twisting when Whitney came in.A loud POP went my back. “Ahhhhhh”

“What are you getting a heads up when I am coming and pop your back.”

“How'd you guess. I got spy's everywhere.” I said is a creepy voice.

“You would.” She acknowledged. “Well I got good news.”

“I am going to get out of this chicken shit outfit.”

“Not hardly. Physical Therapy reports you having a great treatment. Above par. Keep it up and you will be back to your 3 mile run in no time. It could be as early as next week.”

“Thanks Warden.” I smiled.

She did her checks, Moving my arms and legs. Making notes on a pad. “Everything is looking great. I agree with PT. You are doing great.

The next day I actually got real food. Physical therapy along with the even bars. They brought weights into the fix. Working both my legs and arms, light loads at first. Then increasing the weight everyday. 3 days after I woke from my coma. I was walking on my own. With a walker though. By the 5th day I was walking totally on my own.

The weights slowly increased, also by the 5th day I was leg lifting 120#s. More than my body weight. My arms at 75. Sunday broke into some faster walking on the treadmill. By Tuesday I was moving like my old self. Still couldn't put my palms on the floor. Then Whitney reminded me, I never could.

I told her a girl can dream can't she. I was finally given the all clear to have a regular diet. The menu was fairly decent. Being I am a pilot I get real meat not soy. As soy can mess with your body. I was able to move about freely using the latrine, even taking a shower. Which was fantastic to finally able to do, and shave.

That Thursday I got paroled. Whitney came in just after Breakfast and said. “Well baby face, your pardon came though.”

“You mean I can get out of here.” I happily said.

“I called Cassie. She will be here to take you home around 3.”

“Why so long?”

“You know the government the paperwork needs to be filed. The T's dotted and I's crossed.

I did have an therapy appointment that day. With everything working as it should. I had follow up appointments for the next month.

Whitney showed up at about 1:30 go over some precautions. Which there where hardly a one. Do my therapy appointments.

I had to ask. “OK, Dr. What about my flight status?”

“That is on hold for now. Let's let you get up to speed again. Remember you are 3 years behind the times. The ops officer is leaving the 4th SOS. So, you will be replacing him for at least a little bit. Don't worry,Brie. I'll get you back in a flight suit soon enough.”

“And back in the pilot's seat?”

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“That too. Rumor has it, Col. Abernathy the commander of the 4th is going to retire soon. I know you are the most qualified. Maybe you'll get it.”

About 2:45 Cassie showed up. “Ready to bail on out of here. Here, I brought you something to wear home.” She was in uniform. Zoey had told me that she was now the SPS commander. She handed me a bag. I stepped into the bathroom.

She had enclosed a pair of panties, a bra, Jeans, t-shirt, socks and shoes. I slipped off my hospital gown, then dressed. It seems that I must have lost weight. As I don't remember these jeans fitting so loose. It took me all of 10 seconds to get used to the bra.

Coming out, Whitney was there with a wheelchair. “Have a seat, Baby face. You get the royal treatment today.”

Sitting down. Whitney wheeled me to the elevator, with Cassie right behind us. I got a smile on my face. I was with my two best friends. She wheeled me out the front door to Cassie's waiting car. It was fantastic being out in the Florida sun again. The fresh air was great. What took the cake. Is while getting into the car. I heard a Hurky take off. The sound gave me goose bumps. I can just remember the feeling of pulling back on that wheel and climbing into the sky.

Whitney got in the back seat.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“What does it look like, With you guys. I need to make sure my patient gets settled.”

Alright I am raising the BS flag. But kept my mouth closed. On our way out the gate, I see the Herky flying across in front of us. Cannot wait till I get back behind the controls of mine. But if I take the squadron command I may not be flying as much. Then I would be home with my Zoey more. Watching her grow more into a woman.

I remembered the way, driving it a few times. I smiled as we turned into the entrance to our subdivision. The tree lined street was one of the reasons I chose this house. Knowing that Marcus would have loved it. I started hearing the waves crashing. which was another love for the house. We rounded a corner and turned up my drive way. I just stared at the house. It was beautiful.

“Well Baby face, you got sprung from the joint.”Cassie said. “I dropped Zoey off this morning she was going to make sure everything was up to your standards.”

“I'll save my white glove for a later day. I just want to relax in my own home.” I commented.

“That is our Brie.” Whitney added.

Walking to the front door. “And what does that mean?”

“You haven't changed.”

“I'm not that bad am I”

Cassie and Whitney say at the same time. “No comment”

Getting out of Cassie's car. I look around at mine and Zoey's house. Our Lawn, behind the house at the Gulf of Mexico. Tears welled up. Marcus would have loved this house. We had planned on using his combat tour pay for the down payment on a house. Once he got home. Yet, 37 days before he was to leave. He was killed. I cried.

“Hey, What's up?” Whitney asked.

“Nothing, Just thinking of Marcus. I know he would love this house as much as I do.”

“Brie, Remember Marcus is always with you. Everywhere you go.”

Softly, “Yeah, I know he is.”

As we walked up to the door, Zoey came rushing out the door. “Mom, You are finally home.” She grabbed me in a hug. Hugging her back. I cried, holding on to my daughter.

“I love you so much, Zoey Marissa West.”

“I love you to mom.”

Finally letting Zoey go. She took my hand. “Welcome home, Mom.” leading me into the house.

It was the same as I remembered. Except for the moving boxes where gone. Zoey, Riley, Susan, Whitney, and Cassie must have put everything away. Everything was perfect. I'm not changing a thing. A gentle breeze blew in from the gulf through the door wall.

“Riley suggested a welcome home surprise party. But I said no, maybe a few days after.” Cassie said.

“You are right it may have put too much of a strain on me.”

“Me and Aunt Cassie did some grocery shopping for us. So we have food in cupboards.” Zoey mentioned.

“Thanks, all of you.” I said. “Now to get back into routine.”

“I made sure that you have a full two weeks until you have to return to duty.” Whitney added. “Maybe as the Sdrn commander.”

“I'll make sure I at least visit the Squadron in the next couple days. I bet I have a new flight crew.”

“I checked, You have 4 new crew. Including Co-pilot.” Cassie told me.

“OH, Swell. I will make sure I get with them when I go to the squadron. Maybe my whole team.”

“Brie Anna, cool it. You will do all that in time. Once you go back on duty. It is R and R for you. Maybe you and Zoey go away.”

“Maybe your right. Honey would you like to?”

“Sure Mom. It would be like old times.”

“Thanks guys. You know I appreciate everything both of you have done.”

“Any trouble give me a call.” Whitney said. “Especially with her.” She pointed at me.

“I will, Aunt Whitney.”

“Same here. Zoey any trouble from your mom. Give us a call.” Cassie also added.

“Geee thanks guys.” I giggled. “I love you too.”

Everyone giggled, said there good byes and left.

Me and Zoey began by getting the trucks out of hibernation. Only to find out that Steve had already done it. Both where ready to go. Zoey said that Uncle Steve had started just after I woke up. Knowing I would be back soon.

Grabbing the keys out of my purse. I opened the garage door. “Let's take a drive, I need to practice a little.”

“Are you sure, Mom.” Zoey asked.

“positive. We will only drive the subdivision.”

“OK,” Zoey got in passenger seat.

Climbing behind the wheel. I started up the truck. It had the same rumble as I remember. Putting the shifter in drive I pulled out of the garage. As soon as I turned on the street everything came back. You never forget. We drove the complete subdivision. In stead of heading back to the house I went out to the main road.

“Mom, what are you doing?”

“I am OK, Zoey. Everything is coming back. Let's get some dinner.” We took off down the road.

I turned towards the main gate. I pulled out my ID. I got inline behind a couple cars.

“Ah, Mom. Why are we going on base?”

“I remember that the O club had great sea food. Fresh at that.”

I moved up. Once it was our turn I pulled up the security police.

“ID?” He asked.

“Here you go.” I handed him my card.

“Thank you Col West. You may proceed” He handed back my ID and Saluted. I returned it and drove onto base.

I pulled into the O club parking lot. I parked right up front in Colonel only parking spot.

Me and Zoey walked in towards the dining room. It was like being home again. As we waited at the entrance to the dinning room.

The hostess finally came to seat us. “Are you a member or guest?, Ma'am.” She asked.

“Member, Col Brie Anna West.” I was ready with my ID. Being in plain cloths They usually ask for ID. I show it to the girl.

“Thank you ma'am. Two tonight.”

“Yes, just us two.”

“ Follow me please.” She lead us to our table for tonight.

We were lead to a table with a wonderful view of the flight line and gulf beyond. We placed our drink order with the hostess. While we looked at the menus. A couple AC-130s where doing touch and goes. I had already made up my mind on what to order. Fresh caught gulf tarpin and chips.

Putting down her menu, Zoey saw what caught my attention. “You miss it don't you, Mom” She mentioned.

“Is it that obvious?”

“I am your daughter.”

Reaching across the table to take her hand. “That you are, my beautiful daughter.”

“Mom, stop embarrassing me.” She blushed.

“I could really do it. Stand up and announce to the whole place.”

“You would do it wouldn't you.”

I just smiled.

“Now I know you are back. I'll go hide now.”

I just giggled.

“Good evening. Ladies. I am Cyndi I will be taking care of you this evening.” Our waitress set down our drinks. “Are you ready to place your order?”

I looked at Zoey. She gave her cute nod. We both ordered the fish and chips. Like mother like daughter I guess.

While we waited for our dinner. An older man came up to us.

“Excuse me, are you Col West?” He asked.

“I am.”

“I am Col Abernathy, commander of the 4th SOS. I was told that you had came out of your coma and was released.”

“Yes, sir. Released just today.”

“I want to congratulate you on being the number 1 candidate to replace me. General Parker tells me that even with your recent medical problem. He wants you to take charge of the 4th.”

“Why thank you Col. I am flattered that the General has confidence in my ability to lead the 4th.”

“After looking at your 201. I agree with the General.”

“Thank you.”

“Good luck and welcome back.” He left.

Zoey just sat and watched as I talked with the Col. Being an officers daughter she knew better than to interrupt us.

“Mom, That is fantastic news.” She said.

“Yes, it is.” I answered. Smiling. I must have been glowing.

“So does that mean you will be home more?”

“Sure does, to keep a better eye on you.”

“I'm a good girl.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Jeez mom,”

I just giggled. “You are a good girl. Aunt Cassie told me that.”

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I write my stories as a fantasy. While based on this world. Things in my story could stretch reality. However I write my stories from my mind. I reserve all rights to my work. Any form of duplication without my permission is forbidden. Please enjoy reading them as I have in writing them.

She smiled, that cute smile that always brightened my day. Even when she was a little girl, her smile would always get me in a better mood.

Cyndi brought us our fish and chips. We ate mostly in silence. It was good as I remember it.

Cyndi dropped off the check. I paid and we left.

Driving home. Our truck gets its share of looks. Marcus built it just as a driver. A 77 Ford F-150 supercab shortbed. He did a frame swap. Put the 77 body on a newer F-150 Lightening frame. It had the supercharged 5.4. It took Marcus 3 yrs to do it. It was his driver after it was finished. I drove my mustang.

After Marcus was killed in action. I wound up selling my mustang and using the 77. Then there was the Explorer. It started as my daily driver until we got married. We started to take it off road. It snowballed from there. I was the one who wanted it more capable on the trails.

First it was build up the factory stuff. Then that wasn't enough. So we went all out. Select-able lockers in the front and rear dana 60 axles. King coil over front suspension. Full roll cage, built the 5.0 l motor for a torque monster. Built c4 transmission, Atlas II transfer case. The best of everything. She now runs on 38” tires.

We wound up getting a roof top tent for it. Mini fridge and freezer.

Backing the truck into the garage, next to the explorer. I just stared at it.

“Mom, What's wrong?”

“Just remembering what it was like when I first got her. Shes a whole lot different now.”

Hugging me, “I know that you and Daddy put a lot of time into her. I miss him.”

“I do too, honey.”

The garage door openers light went off. Bathing the trucks back into darkness. Well with 2 weeks leave. Me and Zoey put the Explorer on the trailer and headed for the hills. We headed to The Smokey Mountains. We go here a lot, Marcus would take us. We got to know that area quite well.

We spent a week there. Everyday hitting a different trail. It took me a short while before I got used to the Explorer again. We camped the entire time. Me and Zoey had a great time spending it together. By the last day we had started tackling some of the harder trails. True to its build the truck went anywhere I pointed it.

Zoey was a fantastic spotter. She had gotten to know my driving style. She was able to decided the correct line to take.

On the last night before heading home. We sat by the camp fire. We were both wrapped in a blanket. She sat next to me placing her head in my lap.

“I may sound like a busted record. But I am thankful that you came back to me I was really scared at first. Aunt Whitney and Aunt Cassie where a big help. Aunt Whitney made sure I was informed about everything. I was so happy when I got that text about you waking up. I couldn't wait till Aunt Cassie came and got me and Susie.”

“I am grateful that I am back with you.” I rubbed her back. “I am so happy that we can have our outings again. Even with Dad not here. I still have my little girl with me.”

“Mom I am not little anymore.”

“Miss Zoey You will always be our little girl. Even when you are 50.”

“That will be like forever.”

“It will be here before you know it.” I said.

“Well Mom, you are almost there aren't you.” She teased.

“Zoey Marissa West I still have 8 years till I'm 50.”

“And still the best looking Mom out there.”

Blushing a little, “Thank you, Sweetheart.”

“Mom, have you thought about starting to date again? It has been 6 years since Daddy got killed.”

I may, I haven't thought that hard on it. First I need to get back to work. Then maybe.”

“When you are ready I'm sure Uncle Steven and Uncle Brian know somebody who would take you out.”

“That's what I am afraid of.” I giggled.

Our fire was about dead when we headed to bed. After making sure it was out. Our Rooftop tent had a queen size mattress. There was room for the three of us, now with only two there is more than enough room.

Each of us climbed into our sleeping bag. Being it was early June we brought our mid weight bags. No need for our arctic ones. With both in our flannel Pjs we where plenty warm. I found the right spot and fell asleep.

The next morning dawned Bright and sunny again. After breakfast we began to break camp. We both making sure our camp fire was good and cold. Everything back in its proper place in the Explorer. It didn't take as long today. We finally got into the groove of where everything went.

Heading back to where we had parked the truck and trailer. We left it parked at a person I knew from the years of trail riding here. He watches our truck when we are gone. The explorer is legal and road worthy however it really isn't really a highway vehicle anymore. With 5:38 gears and 38 inch tires.

Loading the trailer, Zoey and I finally got the truck tied down. Bill got home.

“Hi, Brie and Zoey. Have a good week?” He asked.

“Hi, Bill. Yeah, it was good to get back on the trails. Thanks again for watching over the truck and trailer.”

“No problems, glad to do it. Yea never know what will happen to it if you left it too long at a trail head.”

“Have a great day, Bill. We will see you next time.” I waved as I pulled out.

“Bye, Mr. Unser.” Zoey called.

“Safe travels ladies.” He waved also as we drove off heading home.

We stopped for the night just south of Chattanooga. Ate a great meal, took a swim, then to bed. We left pretty early to avoid all the traffic in Atlanta. Even though There were a couple drivers that where lucky I wasn't in my plane I would have unloaded a few rounds of 30mm on their stupid ass.

We pulled up in front of the house at almost 7. We both were beat. We fixed a small meal, relaxed some then went to bed. It is so nice sleeping in your own bed.

Saturday was kind of cloudy and rainy. We pulled the Explorer off the trailer. Parked it in the garage. Put the trailer back next to the garage. Our 77 sat out while me and Zoey unloaded the explorer. To give us room to move.

Once finished I just relaxed. Listening to the stereo. Zoey was in her room on her phone talking to one of her friends. My phone goes off.

Answering it hoping it isn't some type of spam call. “Hello,”

“Is this Colonel West?” The caller asked.

“Yes it is, Who may I ask is calling?”

“Col West, This is General Parker.” He answered.

“How may I assist you, General.”

“As you may have heard that Col Abernathy is going to retire the end of July.”

“Yes, Sir. I have heard he was retiring just not when.”

“I will cut to the chase. I want you to take command of the 4th SOS.”

“You want me, Sir?”

“Yes, Col. I do. With graduating from both the academy and flight school with honors. Your flight record, and your accomplishments. You are the best choice, plus you are familiar with the 4th. Even with your recent medical problem. You are still the best candidate for the job.”

“I will be honored, with the opportunity to take command of the 4th Special Operations Squadron.”

“Fantastic, I expect you to be in my office at 1000hrs Monday morning. We will go over everything. We will have change of command ceremony on 20 July.”

“Thank you, General. I will be there Monday morning. I look forward to our meeting.”

“Till then, Col. West. Good bye.” The general hung up.

“IIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE” I squealed.

Zoey came rushing in. “Mom, Are you alright?”

“Yes, Honey. I am fantastic. I just got off the phone with General Parker. I accepted the command of the 4th.”

“That is great mom. So are you going to be able to get leave. For next years Ultimate Adventure.”

“Darn right I will. We are going no matter what.”

“Great, Too bad that it was already filled this year. By the time we contacted them. But will be in the one next year.”

“I am not sure if it has been made official yet. So keep quiet about it.”

“Sure Mom. I will.” She gave me a hug and returned to her room.

I pulled up Cassie's number on my phone. Hit send.

“ Hey, Brie. Its your nickel start talking.” Cassie answered.

“General Parker, offered me the 4th. I accepted.”

“Hot damn, Congratulations.”

“Thanks, Now I'm finally joining you as a commander.” Cassie was the Security Police commander.

“Yep, We need to celebrate. We need to go out like old times. Get shit faced and obnoxious.”

“You just want to get me drunk to take advantage of me.”

“Not me, that was Whitney.” She teased.

“But yeah, we need to celebrate without the shit face. Remember we are respectful Air Force Officers.”

“Thanks for being Debbie downer.”She giggled. “Have you told Whitney yet.”

“You are the first one I called. Maybe it is because C comes before W at least it did when I grew up.”

“Brie, You never grew up. Get a hold of Whitney and get a plan. And let me know.”

“Sure, I'll give you a call.” I hung up. Still smiling.

Calling Whitney I told her the news.

“See, I told you that you where up for that position.”

“Cassie says we need to go out a celebrate.”

“She is right. You missed my becoming flight surgeon. And Cassie getting the top cop job. So it is due. When?” Whitney asked.

“Do we want to wait till it is officially official?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Until after the change of command?”

“Oh, OK. Do you want to?”

“Do you? I asked back.

“Of course not, Remember I never needed a reason to have a girls day. I am better now that I am older.

“OH, God. I need my hip waders. Then party girl, when?”

“Lets do it tomorrow, Saturday. Lets go to Gulf Shores. You always liked the clam chowder there.”

“You are right, I did forget. They do make some good chowder”

“I'll let Cassie know our plans. How about we pick you up at 8.”

“Sound like a party, see you then.”

I hung up. Leaning back in my chair smiling. As I looked at the ceiling. I see a face come over and look down at me. Zoey.

“Yes?” I asked. Returning to sit properly.

“Did I hear you correctly. You, Aunt Whitney and Aunt Cassie where party girls?”

With a big grin. “That young lady is none of your business.”

“I knew it.”

“ I don't know what you are talking about. I have always been a good girl.”

“Daddy would say differently.”

“Daddy, Knew I have always been an angel.”

“Sure mom, I'll let you believe that.”

“Zoey Marissa, you don't believe your own mother.”

Walking back to her room, “Nope” was all she said.

Giggling, she is taking after me so much. I thought.

The wind changed and began blowing cool right off the gulf. I closed the door wall. I went to the garage and got some firewood and started a fire in the fireplace. Seemed like a good idea.

Once it was going I closed the mesh spark arrestor. Sitting on the rug in front of the fire place. I thought that chili would taste great on a chilly day like today. So, I made up my famous chili. Letting it simmer on the stove.

I sat in the chair closest to the fireplace. Just enjoying the warmth, listening to the radio. As I thought about my new command, it came to me. I haven't put on a uniform in 3 years. I need to make sure everything is perfect when I see the General Monday morning.

Well I will return to the warmth when I am done. Going to my room, I pulled out my duty uniform which is a flight suit. I stripped down to my bra and panties. I caught a glimpse of me in the mirror. Moving to look at my body. Thinking at 42 I still look good. Maybe on the thin side but all in all. Still looked good. My breasts a mid C cup where still fairly firm. My ass still good. My stomach still flat, maybe a little too flat as my bottom ribs where showing. My body still toned. My hair in its military style as it should be. I had gotten it trimmed to regulation before we took our trip. Absent mindlessly I reached into my panties and ran my finger along my slit. I shuttered a little, yep still have the feelings down there too. Even though I have gotten any in a while. Maybe I should find a boy toy. What the hell am I thinking. I am a mother. Then again I have needs too.

OK, back to the task at hand. I slipped on my flight suit. It fit but was actually a little looser than I remember. Time to adjust tabs on the sides. Pulling them in, there that was better. Now it fit better. My squadron baseball cap was on the shelf above my uniforms. It was authorized head gear. My boots just needed to be dusted off. They still had the high gloss shine.

Everything was perfect for my meeting with the General Monday morning. Stripping back out of my flight suit, I hung it back up.

Slipping back into my jeans and sweatshirt. I checked on the chili, smelling great, taking a little taste. Perfect. Just needs to simmer some more. Returning to the fire place the flames have dwindled. I threw another piece of wood on. About 5 minutes later it was going good again. Snuggling in the chair again. Just relaxing.

Zoey came out to use the bathroom. “Mom, That chili smell so good.”

“Thanks, Sweetie. It seemed like a good day for it.”

“Uh,Huh. It is.”

My phone went off. It was Cassie. “West mortuary, you stab them, we slab them.”

“Wow, a bargain. So what's this I hear through the grapevine. We are going to Gulf shores.”

“Yeah, We are. Not through the grapevine. You heard it from Whitney.”

“Still not from you, though.”

“Sorry, Hey we are celebrating.”

“That is better. So over to Gulf Shore for chowder.”

“Yep, Got to celebrate.”

“OK, We will pick you up at 8. You had better be ready or I will get the ice water out.”

“You wouldn't.”

“And we've know each other for how long. Hee hee hee.”

“OK, I'll be up.”

“OK, Congratulations. See you in the morning.”

“Thanks, Bye.”

Me and Zoey dished out the chili around 6. Sitting in front of the fireplace, we watched a couple movies together.

Cleaning up the dishes, we both headed to bed just after the 10 news. I slept like a rock. My alarm went off at 6am.

Looking out my door wall. It was a great day forming. I hopped in my shower. Cleaning up for the day. Drying off. I first slipped my bikini on then a pair of cut off jean shorts, and an Air Force tank top. Looking in the mirror once again. Yeah, even at 42 I can still rock this outfit. My hair in a short pony tail, shoes and socks. Pulling out my beach bag where I put a pair of panties, sun screen and towel. My purse fit as well.

Grabbing my signature coffee, a toasted bagel with peanut butter , and my beach bag. I waited on the front porch for Cassie and Whitney to show up. I wasn't about to be drenched in ice water again.

Precisely at 8:00 Whitney and Cassie came around the corner. Whitney was driving her Volkswagen cabriolet. Of course with the top down.

“Wooooooo” Cassie screamed with her hands up.

Pulling up in the drive way. “Told you that she would have her coffee with her.” Whitney said.

Walking to the car. “You expected something different, from me?”

“I should have known.” Cassie commented.

I jumped in the back seat. and we took off.

Whitney turned on to Hwy 98. Which pretty much follows the coast until Pensacola. Thanks to her lead foot. We made it to Pensacola in a little over a half hour. Even with it being a Sunday morning there was quite a bit of traffic in the city. Soon enough we were on our way again on 98.

“Hey before we hit the beach, let's run over the Keesler and see the new crop of technicians who are going to be taking care of my planes.” I suggested.

“You just want some eye, candy. All those young airman.” Whitney countered.

It was Cassie who answered. “And why not. I dearly love Steven but hey it can't hurt to see what is on the menu. I just can't order.”

“Yeah, but Brie can order,” Whitney exclaimed.

“OH, Sure. I can see the JAG having a field day. An O-6 going out with a E-2” We all giggled.

“OK, We won't look at the menu. But we can go.” Whitney headed north. All the way there, we did what girls do, talk. Two hours later we pulled off I-10 to Keesler Air Force base.

Pulling up the the gate, the security police asked. “Ids ladies?”

We each pulled out our ID cards. He looked them over. Handing them back. “Thank you, Colonel's.” He saluted, them motioned for us to proceed.

“Nice and proper. Just how mine are.” Cassie observed.

We drove up the main road. There were quite a few people all over. Some in Civies some in uniform. We stopped to let a training flight cross. I could see a few of them trying to get a look at us. It was great.

“Anyone hungry?” Cassie asked.

“Are you thinking what I think you are.” I answered.

She just smiled.

“You are evil you know.” Whitney added.

“Yep, sure am.” Cassie responded.

We followed the sign to the chow hall. Parking, We made sure that we looked perfect. That was the first time I saw what both Cassie and Whitney had worn.

Whitney was in a Peach sundress with a floral print. Cassie wore a tight black mini skirt with a white tank top. Both in high heeled sandals. Both looked great, all three of us didn't look like we were in our 40s maybe mid 30s at best.

While doing this the flight who crossed in front of us. Arrived. The team leader waited for us to go by to release the flight for chow. There was a rush to see who would hold the door open for us.

We each thanked the young airman. Once inside we grabbed trays, Being I didn't want to spoil my clam chowder dinner. I headed for the salad bar. Whitney and Cassie joined me. I loaded my plate. Lettuce, onions, green peppers, tomatoes, bacon bits, croutons, potato salad, topped with ranch. I added a little chocolate pudding for something sweet.

I could feel about 30 pairs of eyes on me. I loved it. We lined up at the cashier. Behind a couple airman. Once it became Whitney's turn.

“ID please.” The cashier asked.

Whitney handed it to her.

Glancing at it. “ Thank you, Colonel.”

We then heard plates rattling the airman that was in front of Whitney almost dropped his tray. Probably that the beautiful woman that was behind him was a full bird Colonel.

We all got looks when we showed our Ids and the girl thanked us. Whitney had waited for me and Cassie to join her.

“Where do you want to sit?” I asked softly.

“That way”, Cassie motioned with her head. It was toward where the flight of Airman where sitting.

Following Whitney, we found an empty table. Just past the guys. We could hear the whispered comments they were making. All three of us knew they were inappropriate and could get them in trouble. However We were having a little fun. So we let it go.

We sat at a round table, the three of us facing the flight. Just kind of watching them. We slowly ate. Like the ladies we are.

About 35 minutes later we finished. We dropped out tray at the dish window. Heading back out to the car. Some Airman were waiting for the rest. We could feel their eyes watch our every step. Like I said we loved it.

We left heading to Gulf Shores, for a swim and some great clam chowder. Exiting I-10 at Loxley we headed south.

Stopping at Foley, Al. We pulled in at a small store picking up some refreshments. 3 Mountain Dews. and gas as Whitney's lead foot has taken a toll on the gas mileage.

We did get some looks when we stopped. We all love it.

Back in the VW. I got shotgun this time. We drove the short distance to Gulf Shores. First stop was the beach. We hit the beach on the west side of town. It wasn't too crowded.

The three of us claimed some sand, and laid out our towels. We striped out of our street cloths. Each of us had worn our bathing suit under our cloths. Whitney was in a cute purple one piece while Cassie wore a bikini like me.

Each of us laid out. We each put on sunscreen. Cassie did my back, I did Whitney's, and Whitney did Cassie's. We could tell that we had some admirers. I was able to watch them with my sun glasses on.

Of course we had to tease Whitney. She doesn't wear bikinis anymore because people may see her stretch marks.

“Whitney, you would be able to get more sun. If you wore a bikini like we do.”Cassie teased.

“You very well know why I don't. Thank you very much.” she scolded.

“Common Whit. Both of us have the same stretch marks. Just about as long as you have.”

“Yeah, it is a sign of motherhood. Like a merit badge, says we've been preggers.” Cassie added.

Lowering my voice, “Also shows we are not virgins either.” I giggled. “We have all gotten the salami.”

“God, Brie.” Whitney scolded again. “Would you say that around Zoey?”

“I might when she is older.”I commented.

“Remind me to make sure that Riley doesn't have any contact with you ever again.” Whitney teased back.

“Well She loves her Aunt Brie. So nah.” I stuck my tongue out at her. As I left running for the water. I ran into the surf about 10 ft then dove under an incoming wave. The water was like a bath tub. It felt so good. The water was fairly shallow just about 6 ft. I floated on my back just enjoying the water.

All of the sudden I felt something go across my back. It scared the crap out of me. Thinking it was a shark. I didn't scream I just began slowly swimming back to shore. Knowing that thrashing around could draw a shark.

Then someone came up from under the water. The person was snorkeling.

“Oh, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I was following some fish and didn't watch were I was going.” This person said, in a soft voice. It seemed like it was a guy. He was wearing a short wet suit.

Smiling, “It is OK.” I answered. Not knowing what else to say. He had the brightest pale green eyes I've ever seen. I was attracted to him.

“I'm Ash.” He said.

“Brie” I answered. My heart all a flutter. I haven't felt this way since I lost Marcus.

“Sorry, Again Brie. Hope to see you around.” He swam off.

“Yeah, I hope so.” I called after him. Thinking yeah, I really hope so.

Turning on to his back, “Me too” He turned and dove back under water.

It was like he read my mind. Me and Marcus were able to read each others mind. I think a lot of married couples can. I swam back to shore. Cassie and Whitney met me about half way.

“What was that about?” Cassie asked.

“He was just apologizing for freaking me out.” I watched in the direction he was going. I saw his snorkel pop out of the water.

I got a face full of water. Whitney splashed me.

Both Cassie and Whitney followed me back to the towels as I was almost in a trance.

I just lay on my stomach, Not really hearing what they were saying. I tuned them out. As they were calling, Brie's got a boyfriend.

After about 2 minutes of it. “would you two, grow up. I'll probably never see him again.”

An hour of baking in the sun then another dip in the gulf. We rinsed the salt water off in a shower. We lay back down to dry off. Whitney didn't want her seats wet. At about 4:30 we headed to get our clam chowder. Shanties was about 5 miles from the beach. But also along the Gulf coast.

Pulling up and parked across the road. “Here we are ladies, Home to the best clam chowder around. Shanties.” Whitney called.

“I can't wait.” I said.

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I write my stories as a fantasy. While based on this world. Things in my story could stretch reality. However I write my stories from my mind. I reserve all rights to my work. Any form of duplication without my permission is forbidden. Please enjoy reading them as I have in writing them.

“Me neither.” Cassie added.

The building that was Shanties. Resembled an old cannery. Which is where they started, 40 years ago. However one of the hurricanes took it out. They did rebuild with a hurricane proof building. The parking lot was pretty full, which meant it was a normal day for Shanties.

Walking up to the place was about the same as I remembered. The run down look of an old cannery. Just they way it was designed. Corrugated metal roof and siding. The rusty streaks gave it character.

Walking in the door, it was more of the same. However we knew it was only about 15 years old. Marcus would take me here, every couple months. We came here to celebrate me becoming pregnant with Zoey.

Of course, the nautical theme was obvious. The greeter told us to sit where ever we wanted. We were able to find an empty table on the gulf side. The roll up doors where open to a patio the few tables surrounding a dance floor. Soft music played. Two couples were dancing. It was a normal day at Shanties. Remembering Marcus and I have danced there before.

Sadness over came me for a minute. I vividly remember one time just before Marcus deployed his last time. We came here, He was out dancing with Zoey. Just Father and Daughter. I still have the picture on my dresser.

“Brie, BrieAnna.” I heard.

“Huh,” I snapped out of my dream.

“The waitress wants to know what you want to drink?” Whitney stated.

“I'll have a gulf breeze.”

“I'll be back in a moment.” She said. All the wait staff wore a what they call a sea wench costume. A tattered short skirt, corset, and a peasant blouse. The waitresses were all quite lovely.

Another waitress delivered our drinks. As she set our drinks down. She seemed so familiar.

“Hello, I am Ashlee I will be taking care of you the rest of your time at Shanties. Have you decided on what you would like?”

Then I saw those sparkling light green eyes. It was Ash from this afternoon. Thinking to myself. Holey, shit. You were attracted to a girl. Wow. Yet the attraction didn't waver. I still found her stunning.

“I'll have the clam chowder, with rice.” Cassie ordered.

“Clam chowder with rice also.” Whitney ordered also.

Then it came my turn, “Ahhh,” I could barely speak. “I'll also have clam chowder but with broccoli. Please.” I almost whispered.

Ashlee wrote the order down. She turned toward me and smiled. Did she give me a wink. I swear she did.

“I'll have that right up for you ladies. Thank you.” She turned and went to the kitchen.

I watched her walk away. She truly was beautiful. But there was something. Not in a weird way, something just intrigued me about her. Not to mention the attraction.

“Brie, are you OK.” Whitney asked.

“Sure, just thinking.” answering.

“What have we told you about doing that. You could hurt yourself.” Cassie joked.

“I was just remembering before Marcus left on his last tour. We all came here. The dance he had with Zoey. It was so precious.”

“Yeah I remember. Steve and Susie and Brian and Riley also danced.” Cassie said. All three of us smiled remembering.

“yeah, that was the last time we saw Marcus.” Cassie said.

“Yep.” was all that would come out.

“Here we are ladies.” Ashlee walked up. She set the bowls in front of each of us. Then the sides in almost as large as the chowder bowl was.

“Thank you” we all told her.

“You are very welcome”

We all dug in. As usual the clam chowder was fantastic. The sides and the fresh bread sticks equally great.

A few minutes later Ashlee came by. “How is your food, ladies?” She asked.

The three of us replied Fantastic.

“Glad to hear. I will check back to see if you ladies need a refill.”

“Thank you, Ashlee.” I answered cheerily.

Again I watched her walk away. Shanties uniforms while covering they leave little to the imagination. As with all the waitresses you could see the bottom of there panties. At times. They actually sold them here, Shanties panties. I need to actually pick up a pair for myself.

The three of us chatted,while we ate.

Ashlee returned, “Would any of you ladies like a refill?”

We all said yes.

“Coming right up” She grabbed our bowls. The chowder here was all you can eat.

The three of us usually only have 1 to 2 bowls. While Steven, Brian also Marcus used to see how much they could eat. If I remember right, Brain has the groups record of 12.

Ashlee returned a minute later. Fresh bowls of hot clam chowder set down in front of each of us.

Digging in, again we chatted. I then realized I had to pee.

Getting up, “Excuse me a moment I have to use the little girls room.”

“OK,” The other two said.

“And keep your mitts off my chowder.”

Following the restroom signs. Which I have used it a couple of times. It was by the kitchen door. Using the facilities, finishing I checked myself. Damn I should have grabbed my purse. I have to remember to touch up my lip stick once I get back to the table.

Leaving, as I walked past the kitchen door. I stopped as I heard someone call, “Door” the meant someone was coming out. The door opened right in front of me. I saw Ashlee look out as she had a bowl of chowder.

Once she saw me she stopped dead in her tracks. “Hello, Brie” She said.

“Hi, Ash lee”

“Would you wait here for a moment while I drop this off.”

I nodded.

Less than a minute later she returned. “I am so sorry about freaking you out earlier. Like I said I was following some fish and didn't see you.”

“That is alright.” I answered.

“May I ask you something?”

“Sure”

“Were you serious about wanting to see me again.?”

“Yes, I was..... I taper off.

“But, now you don't know. Because I am a girl.”

I nodded again.

“That is OK, I get it all the time. It is hard finding any companionship when you are like me.”

I must have gave a strange expression.

She continued. “You see, I am transgender. I am a woman inside. I finally figured it out about 5 years ago. Now I am on hormones. And live as a woman full time. Once someone finds out I am trans. They usually never see me again. Being I am a trans lesbian it is impossible to find someone to go out with.”

Thinking a minute, I could tell she was genuine in her feelings, even with her confession I still had that attraction. Don't know why. I believe I have an open mind, I have to be, my daughter is a lesbian. I can keep a secret. I do know of a couple lesbians in the Air Force. I know that I am almost obligated to report them. Yet, I have not. I feel love is love. No matter what sex you where born with.

“Ashlee, I will go out with you.”

“Really, are you sure? Even knowing I am transgender.” She stated.

“Sure, I am open minded. I have a lesbian daughter.”

“Where do you live?” She asked.

“I live over by Hurburt Field. I am stationed there.”

“Your Air Force, isn't going out with me break the rules.”

“If they find out and tell.”

“I actually live in Pensacola so I am closer. Can I get your number, maybe we can have coffee sometime?”

“Sure sounds good.” I gave her my number. “Give me a call”

She smiled as I walked back to my table. I could feel her eyes watching me. It actually felt good to be wanted, again.

Sitting back down, Cassie starts. “ What took you so long?”

“When you gotta go you gotta go, and I had ta.”

“God, Brie, TMI. Girlfriend.” Whitney added.

I finished my chowder, It had cooled down some but still tasted great. I also finished my second Gulf Breeze. I was definitely feeling the alcohol. Being I haven't drank in over 3 years.

Ashlee came back to our table. “Would you ladies like another bowl?”

We each told her no thanks.

“Desert then?”

Again no thanks.

“OK, then I will just leave the bill, I will be your cashier when you are ready.”

“Just a moment,” I stated. As I began to pull my wallet from my purse.

Ashlee stopped and waited.

“Ah, no you don't” Cassie cautioned. “You are not going to pay. This is our treat for being given your own command.” She tossed her credit card on the table.

“Yeah, split the bill between the two.” Whitney added. “Add 20 to mine for the tip.”

“Yeah, mine also add the 20.”

Ashley gathered the two cards, “Thank you ladies. I will return with the slips to sign.” She left.

“You don't have to, girls?” I said.

“No this is your celebration. SO you are not paying.” Cassie warned.

“Yep,” Whitney added.

“Here you go ladies, you have a fantastic day.” Ashlee returned with the slips handing them to Whitney and Cassie.

Ashlee left. Cassie and Whitney signed. Placing the holders on the edge of the table. We grabbed our purses and left.

On the way out, Ashlee intercepted us. Handing me a take out container.

“A little congratulations gift. Courtesy of me.”

Smiling, “Thank you” I answered. I peeked inside. A piece of Shanties famous chocolate cake, sitting on a red plastic bag. I think I knew what that was. However I didn't say anything.

As the other two headed out. I gave Ashlee a wink. Then mouthed, call me later. Then followed the other two out to the car. Don't know why but I was on top of the world. Maybe it was the Gulf Breezes I did have.

Being I haven't had any alcohol in over 3 years. Could be yet I seemed relatively sober. My hard drinking days where done when I became a wife. And stop completely once I found out I was pregnant. I didn't want any problems.

As Cassie held the door for me to get in the back seat. She must have noticed my mood.

“What's got you flying high. I didn't think two Gulf Breezes would get you drunk.”

“What me. I am feeling great. And it isn't the booze doing it either. Nah”

“Remember, Miss Brie. We have known you for a longtime. So something has to be causing it.”

Plopping down in the back seat, I buckled in. “I plead the 5th.”

“What do you think?” Cassie looked at Whitney. Who just shrugged.

“Dunno, We both know since she pleaded the 5th she won't talk about it again.”

While I just had a goofy smile on my face. The other two looked at me and shook their heads.

“So what did she give you?” Cassie asked. As Whitney headed for home.

“What do you think?”

“To small a box to be a vibrator?” Whitney answered.

“For your information, it is a piece of Shanties famous cake. And No you can't have any.”

Cassie looked at me with a pout. “But Why??”

In my little girl voice, “You where mean to me. So its all mine.”

We all got a laugh out of that. Of course we talked all the way home. But I never broke down and said why I was in such a good mood.

Whitney and Cassie dropped me off just as the sun was going down. As I walked into the house, A gentle breeze blew off the gulf. A beautiful sunset finished off a great day.

“Hi, Mom.” Was what I heard as I walked in.

“Hi, Zoey. How was your day?”

“About the normal, Brittney came over and we went to the BX. Then we goofed around here for the rest of the day. She just left about a ½ hour ago. I hope you don't mind?”

“Not at all. I trust you. Honey.” I commented as I headed to my room. Dropping off my cake in the fridge. Of course I took my Shanties panties out.

I put my beach bag on my bed. Then sat down next to it. I leaned back on my hands.

Thinking, what is going through my head, I am attracted to a girl. But She used to be a guy. but now is a girl. Those pale green eyes got me. Just something about those green eyes that melted my heart. Letting myself fall back on my bed. I laid there just thinking about everything. Zoey, Ashlee, my new command, my flight status, Even what I needed to do to the Explorer to get it ready for the Ultimate Adventure next year. Which if I figure right not very much. Maybe get some replacement parts just in case.

My right butt cheek began vibrating. It was my phone as I carry it in my right back pocket. The number I didn't recognize. But with my job it could be important, So I answered.

“Hello”

“Hi, Brie. This is Ashlee. You get home alright?

“Hi, Ashlee” Did the tone of my voice sound anxious? “Yeah, got back about half hour ago.”

“I got off at six, I am calling from the way home.”

“Hands free I hope.”

“Oh, yeah. My sister was killed by a distracted driver.”

“I'm so sorry.”

“Thanks, So tell me about yourself?”

So I did, my growing up in North Carolina, the Academy, my flight school and my plane. I touched on Marcus, my coma, and getting my command. I even told her about Zoey.

Almost 40minutes later, “So I have bored you long enough, and spilled my guts. What about you.”

I heard her get to her apartment. Then the sound of relaxation. Then she began to spill her guts. She was a couple years younger. She had always thought she was different. She told me about what started her knowing she was female. Her journey so far. About her friends abandoning her. When she finally moved and started living as a woman. We had somethings in common. She actually lost her wife to cancer 10 years ago. We can both relate to having a loved one taken from us. We talked for just over two hours. We finally made plans to have coffee Tuesday evening. At a shop half way between our places.

Hanging up from our talk. I felt something I haven't felt in a long time. I felt a love for Ashlee. The same love I have for Marcus. After Marcus was killed I thought I would never feel that love again. But here I am having these feelings for someone else. A woman at that. I could care less that she is transgender.

A soft knock on the door. I looked up it was my beautiful daughter.

“Mom, Who were you talking to? Didn't sound like anyone I know.”

“That was a new friend, Ash. We met at Shanties.”

“OH, you two talked for almost two hours.”

“OK, young lady. I am the one who should be checking on you. Not you checking on me.”

“I heard your phone go off, when my movie started and it is a two hour movie. It just ended. so it ain't brain surgery to figure it out.”

“Yeah, That is how you learn about someone, talk to them.”

“So, what did ya learn?”

“Well that one and one are really two.” I teased.

“Funny, Mom.” Zoey just stared at me.

“OK, I don't need the third degree. Especially from you. He lives in Pensacola, works at Shanties, he's a waitress. He also lost a spouse about 10 yrs ago. From cancer. She's got the most amazing green eyes.”

“Waitress and She. Mom do you like a girl?”

Holey shit, I let the cat out. I played it cool. “ Huh, what are you talking about?”

“Mom, you know perfectly well what I am talking about. You said he's a waitress and She has amazing green eyes. Waitress is a girl. Come on mom. Fess up.”

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“Mom, you know perfectly well what I am talking about. You said he's a waitress and She has amazing green eyes. Waitress is a girl. Come on mom. Fess up.”

“OK, Let me make some coffee. I need a cup. Would you like some?”

“Sure.”

“Have a seat in the living room. We'll talk.”

While Zoey sat in her normal chair, I made some coffee. The coffee was ready quickly. I poured it into our coffee cups. Fixing them as we normally take them.
I carried them out, I handed one to Zoey. Then curled up with mine in my normal chair.

Zoey took a sip, placing it on the side table. She slid to the end of her chair. “OK, I'm ready?”

Taking a drink of my coffee, I took a breath. Then spilled it. Everything, from the swim to seeing her at Shanties, to what she told me. Not leaving out any details. Once I finished I drank my coffee. Watching Zoey, who just sat there. Of course it looked like she was thinking.

She also took a drink, Sitting back in her chair. Taking a breath she started. “Wow, Mom. That is pretty weird. So how do you feel about her?”

“I do feel an attraction. That is no doubt.”

“Would you be alright being seen with her on the street. Maybe holding hands or kissing her.”

“I am OK with you and Brittany, doing it.”

“That is not the question, I was meaning you. Being you are a squadron commander, a colonel. In the Air Force. The military isn't known for its LGBT acceptance.”

“Honey, The attraction is almost what I felt for Daddy. It was something that just clicked for us. It seemed to do the same as I talked with her. As for work, Zoey remember that Daddy was a Msgt. Having a romantic relationship with enlisted is a big no no for an officer. We didn't care. Why should I care in this instance.”

“Mom, I never knew that it was against the rules for an enlisted person to marry an Officer.”

“Yep, sure is.” I nodded. “We didn't worry about it. Me and your father decided that if it became an issue. He would just retire.”

“Wow,” Zoey exclaimed.

“So I don't see that this situation makes a bit of difference. If push comes to shove. I can just retire too.”

“You would do that?”

“In a heartbeat.”

“OK, So when am I going to be able to meet Ashlee.”

“Well Tuesday we have a coffee date. Maybe I can change it to have it here, instead.”

“If you like.”

“I'll see.”

We began talking about what we needed to do on the Explorer to get it ready for the Ultimate Adventure.

After discussing it for a bit,

Zoey asked, “So if it gets serious between you and Ashlee. Are you going to want her to go with you instead of me.”

“Zoey Marissa West. You are my co-pilot, WE have been wanting to do this for how long. No, my dear daughter, you are going to attend it with me.”

She smiled, “We do make a good team, Don't we”

“That we do, honey.”

Zoey had made us another cup of coffee. We watched some TV. I decided that blues would be better for tomorrows meeting with the General. So before I went to bed I broke them out of hibernation. Now the decision slacks or a skirt. I opted for the skirt. I slipped out of my clothes and pulled out a pair of panties. Slipping them on, I slipped on my skirt next. I checked myself in the mirror. The skirt still fit nice but I did look comical with my military skirt on with my bikini top.

Changing my bikini top for a standard boring bra. I slipped on my blouse. Seeing my ribbons made me smile. I then slipped on my blazer. It fit a little loose but was OK. My buttons, collar brass, and command pilot wings were bright and shiny. Everything fit rather nicely. I knew that I had garter and stockings and my low quarters just needed dusting off.

I headed to bed early. I had a big day tomorrow.

Slipping into my Pjs I snuggled under my covers. I was out fairly quick.

I had set my alarm for my normal time, 6am. One because I need to get back into my morning routine. I got up put on my PT cloths. Once I left my room, I heard the sound of joy. The timer had turned on the coffee pot. Music to my ears. But after.

Stretching out, I headed out on my run. It was a beautiful morning. I had worn my usual yoga style pants in Air Force blue. With Air Force down each leg. And a Air Force white tank top.

I was glad I had a body that looked good in Yoga pants. That is why I am out running, to keep my body. It usually takes me about half hour to circle our sub division at a casual pace. This morning was no exception.

Once home, I hopped in the shower. It felt nice and relaxing under the warm water. I took care of all my normal stuff, shaving,washing my hair. I remember when I had longer hair. I went to the Air Force Academy and since I have kept my hair at regulation.

Drying myself, my bathroom mirror showed a pretty lady. me. I threw on my bathrobe and got my first cup of coffee. Sitting on the back porch. I slowly enjoyed my coffee. A gentle breeze blew open my rob twice. Luckily no one was walking on the beach or they would have gotten a show. I didn't bother putting on anything under it. I am such a bad girl.

Once the coffee was gone and our grandfather clock struck 8. I went to get dressed. My standard uniform. I slipped on a pair of blue satin panties with a matching bra and garter belt. I rolled my stocking up my legs. Attaching them to the garters. I slipped my skirt on. My regulation blue blouse covered my blue bra. I made sure everything was proper. My colonels Eagles were straight. The same with my blazer. Everything was perfect. Slipping on my low quarters. I dusted them off. I went into the living room. I relaxed some, I was truly nervous. I was getting my own command. Means a lot of responsibility.

My phone went off that I had a text. Pulling it out of my pocket. It was from Cassie, “Good Luck, Brie.” Then another from Whitney. Saying the same thing. Just as I was putting on my boots. It went off again.

It was a message from Ashlee. “Good luck, Sweetie.”

I smiled at that. I sent back the idea of having coffee here. So she could meet Zoey.

A smiley face message was returned. I texted her our address. Ending with a couple hearts. She sent back a blushing face and a face with hearts all around it.

I finished putting on my shoes. I grabbed my purse, and my soft cap. I headed to base.

Pulling up to the gate, showing my ID. After being waved onto base. Instead of normally going to either the 4th Squadron building or to the hanger where my plane is kept. I headed to the base command building. Where I will meet with General.

Of course I parked in a Colonel only spot. Getting out I placed my soft cap on my head. Heading to the door. I saluted a couple of enlisted guys leaving. As always my salutes where crisp and proper.

Once inside I removed my cover. I made a bee line to the Generals office. As I reached the door, I checked my watch. 5 minutes till 10. perfect timing.

Thinking, 'it is just a normal visit. Nothing to worry about.' I opened the door.

“Good Morning Colonel. How may I help you.” Asked the civilian secretary.

“Colonel West, I have a 1000 appointment with General Parker.”

“Just a moment, Col.” She picked up the phone. “ General, Colonel West is here.”

“OK, I sure will.” She hung up the phone.

“Col the General will see you know.” She stood and showed me to the General office. “right in here.”

I thanked her. As I stepped in. I marched straight to the generals desk. Standing at attention,

I saluted and reported. “Colonel West reporting as ordered, sir.” I held my salute.

He saluted back. “At ease, Col West.”

Dropping my salute, I went to parade rest.

“For gods sake, Col relax. Have a seat.” The general said. Motioning to one of the chairs in front of his desk.

“Thank you, Sir.” I sat down but kept my military posture.

“Well, Colonel West.” The General started. “As I told you during our conversation on Saturday. Col Abernathy is retiring.”

“Yes. General.”

“I have watched you for sometime. You are an exemplary pilot. All your evaluations have been outstanding, Your flight team holds you in high regards. Your mission record speaks for itself.

“Thank you, Sir. I always do my best.”

“That is what I have heard. I even talked to your Dr. Colonel Hart. She told me you pushed yourself to get out of the hospital as soon as possible. Even with your medical problem.

“I hope that is doesn't create an issue. Sir.”

“It can, Dr. Hart being that she is also the flight surgeon. She has cleared you to return to flight status. With that happening. I believe that if you are fit to fly, you can take command of the 4th Special Operations Squadron. That is if you are willing to get more ground hours than flight hours.”

“General, I have thought long and hard. I am willing to take command of the 4th. My daughter is growing up. This gives me the opportunity to be there, to see it.”

“Congratulations. Colonel West you are the new commander of the 4th SOS.”

He stood and offered his hand. I also stood, shaking his hand. Then gave him a crisp Salute. Only dropping it after he returned the salute.”

“To tell the truth, Colonel.” The General started. “I pretty much knew you where the person to take command. Everything is all set. You can take over today, if you like. The change of command ceremony will be on 26 July at 1000.”

“I appreciate it, Sir. I will head straight there. As soon as we are done.”

“Well, Colonel West. You are dismissed. I shall visit you later this week to see how things are going.”

I saluted, after the general returned it. I did a proper about face and marched to the door. I let myself out.

“Congratulations, Col. West.”

“Thank you, Ma'am.” I said to the secretary.

I marched out to the truck. Once it was started. I just relaxed. “Holey shit. I am the commander of the 4th. I have my own squadron.” I said aloud.

I drove the 3 miles to my squadron. As I pulled into the parking lot. The parking space for the Commander already had Col. West. Marked on the sign. Pulling my truck in.

Taking a couple of deep breaths to try and calm down. I headed in. Nothing was different. Except instead of heading to the pilots lounge. I had my own office.

I walked into the commanders office. The secretary looked up.

“Good Morning, Ma'am. How ma......” she must have seen my name tag.

“Good Morning, Colonel West. Welcome to the 4th SOS. Let me show you to your office.”

“Thank you.”

I noticed a Major in a side office, Get up. He walked up to me, and saluted.

“Major Higgins, I am your vice commander. Ma'am.”

Returning the salute, “At ease, Major. I'm sure we will talk later.”

“Yes, Ma'am” He returned to his office.

“This way, Colonel. I am Marcy Young. Your secretary.”

We shook hands, “ Nice meeting you, Marcy.”

“Here is your office, It's yours now make yourself comfy” Marcy opened the door. She handed me some keys. “Both doors are keyed the same. If you need anything let me know. Just dial 238.”

“I will, thank you Marcy.”

“My pleasure, Ma'am.” She returned to her desk.

I walked into my office. It was fairly large. By the back wall. Was my desk. A nice wooden one. 2 chairs in front. To the left was a couch. With a coffee table in front. Two other chairs were across from the couch. There was a filing cabinet to the left of my desk on the back wall. Of course the decorations where standard military style. However. A huge picture of the nose of a hurky gunship was behind my desk. Other AC-130 pictures were on the walls.

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Sitting in my desk chair. A note was taped to my computer monitor. Giving me log in details and how to create my own once I did. On the side of the file cabinet was a list of planes and flight crews that where under my command. There was 14 planes in the 4th. 2 of which were deployed. One showed in Maintenance. One other TDY to Vandenburg. Then there was mine, tail #43255. Showed temporary Commander Major R Evens.

I set up my computer information along with my email. Using my computer access card. It was easy. My desk calendar, Had some doodles on it. A big red circle around the 26. saying last day. I found another marker and put CoC 10 am in the circle.

My phone buzzed. Caller ID showed 238, it was Marcy.

Picking up the receiver, “Yes, Marcy.”

Ma'am a Colonel Green and a Dr. Hart are here to see you.”

“Show them in, If you please.”

“Yes, Ma'am.”

A few moments later, Marcy opened the door and showed, both Whitney and Cassie in.

“Thank you, Marcy.”

She nodded as she left closing the door behind her.

“Nice digs, Brie.” Whitney commented. “You are lucky, my office is about half this size.”

“Mine, is close to this size.”

“Have a seat girls.”

We chatted for about an hour. Then they had to get back to work. I needed to get started leading this squadron.

I dialed Marcy's number.

“Yes, Ma'am.”

“Marcy, could you come to my office, with a note pad.”

“Be right there.”

There was a slight knock and Marcy came in.

“What can I do for you, Col?” She sat in front of me.

“Let's schedule a commanders call. On the 27th. So I can brief the squadron on my expectations, and goals for the 4th. See if we can use the theater.”

“Yes, Ma'am.”

“Ah, Marcy. You don't always have to be so formal all the time.”

“OK,”

“Do we have a recall roster?”

“We have one in the computer.”

“Please send a message to all supervisors. Make sure everything is correct and up to date. On the recall roster.”

“Make sure my information is on the current one.”

“I sure will.”

“ Anything else.”

“Lets get the senior staff together. So, I can brief them. On things that I expect.”

“Sure, When would you like to have this meeting?”

“It is getting late today, let's plan on it at 0900 in the morning.”

“I will get an Email out to everybody.”

“Please, CC me as well.”

“I sure will. Anything else, Col.?”

Thinking, “Nope.”

Marcy left, pushing back from my desk. I pushed off and spun my chair around. I just kept it spinning. I was so happy. Letting it stop on its own. I got it facing my desk.

Mmmm, I need to personalize this place. I thought of what I had or could get to spruce up the place. I need to dig out the Hurky gunship model that one of my first crew made of my bird. Of course pictures of my baby, Zoey and of course one of our Explorer. And if everything goes right one of Ashlee. Maybe a family type photo. I can say she is my cousin if asked.

Checked my email, the one from Marcy to the senior staff. And one from the general. Asking how everything was going. Also, a invite to the O club. I messaged back saying everything was perfect and I would meet him there. After sending an acknowledgment.

Leaving I told Marcy that I was meet the General at the O club, and would see her in the AM.

“Have a good evening , Col.” She answered as I left. Just as I left the building my phone buzzed. A text from Ashlee. I waited till I got in the truck to read it. Letting the truck idle as I read the text.

“Hey, Looking forward to seeing you again. Also meeting Zoey. Hope today was great for you. Can't wait till tomorrow pm.”

It was followed by some hearts.

I sent back,
“Yeah, today has been fantastic. Can't wait either, till tomorrow. Want to see you again.” Then I sent it. Then I thought, did I really put 'want to see you again.' I actually had to look at my phone to check. Yep, I sure did.

On the drive to the Officer's Club. I thought that I must be wanting a romantic relationship with Ashlee. I actually had to reason it out. Thinking to myself.

“Well I haven't been in any type of relationship since Marcus past. Then there was my coma.”

But it is with a woman, even if she is transgender. I don't care. I do have feelings for Ashlee. Which I hope she has the same for me. Looks like it, but not 100% sure.”

As I pulled up to park at the O club. I visualized Ashlee. Those amazing pale green eyes, her cute smile, and great personality. Things that I looked for when choosing a boy friend. The thing that attracted me to Marcus, was there.

Joining General Parker at the Bar. He introduced me to some of the other Squadron brass Who where there too. I mingled and talked to them. Drinking my 7up. Being I still have to drive home I wasn't drinking any alcohol. I know I can call, Cassie, Steve, Brian, or Whitney for a ride home.

Well Scratch, Cassie. She just walked in the door. As she is the Security Police squadron commander. She would be invited.

“Hey, Brie.” She said as she came up to the bar. “What's the happs?”

“SSDD, You?”

“Me too.”

“What will you have Colonel.” The guy behind the bar asked.

Pointing to me, “What ever she is having.”

“Yes, Ma'am.”

“Are you sure you can handle this stuff?” I asked.

“Of course, I'm not a wimp like you.” She teased.

Drinking the last maybe inch of my 7up. Down in one gulp. “Don't know It maybe to hard for you.”

The bar tender set down Cassie's 7up. “Yeah, right.” She drained her glass in one drink.

“See,” Then BURP. Cassie gave a huge burp.

“Told you that you couldn't handle it.” I held up my glass to signal I wanted a refill.

“Damn, 7up always makes me burp.” Cassie managed to get out between giggles.

It is an old joke between me, Cassie, and Whitney.

It seems that Me and Cassie were the two of only 4 female squadron commanders at Herbert Field. One was CE and the other was ordnance.

I chatted with the Ordnance Commander, A Lt. Colonel Shaffer. I wanted to introduce myself to her. As our two Squadron's work closely together.

About 5:30, I finally left. Heading home, between the O club and my house. I saw two SP's, One state trooper and two County sheriffs. Good thing I didn't drink. That would be great headlines in the base paper. 'New Commander of the 4th arrested for dui'

As I walked into the house. I shot a text to Ashlee. 'I just got home, call me if you are not busy.'

Zoey and Brittney were cuddled on the couch watching a movie.

“Hi, Mom. How was your first day of your new command?”

“Yeah, Contrats,Mrs W.” Brittney said.

“Normal bs.”

Zoey rolled her eyes, and nodded. She knew what I meant.

I kissed both on the top of there heads as I went to change. I have no problem with Zoey having Brittney over. I trust my daughter.

Kicking off my boots. Just as I had one arm out of my flight suit. My phone went off. It was Ashlee. I got all goose bumpy. My heart rate went up.

I answered. “Hey, sweetie.” Did I just say that. “how are you?”

“fine, now.” I heard her say. “Now that I can talk to you. What are you doing?”

“Right now, trying to get out of my uniform. And talk to you at the same time.”

“Ooohh. I wish I could watch.” Ashlee started to do the stripper music. Da da duh da.

“Funny.”

“ Just trying to help, from long distance.”

“Thanks,” I was finally able to wiggle out of the rest of my uniform. I flopped down on my bed in just my panties, and bra. Again I talked to Ashlee for almost two hours, again.

Zoey wound up making dinner. I finally hung up when it was ready. Zoey had made sloppy joes, One of my favorites. For a celebration, since she wasn't able to go with us yesterday.

She came to my door, knocking. “Mom dinner is ready.”

“Hey Ashlee. Zoey has gotten dinner ready so I will talk to you tomorrow.”

“OK, Tell Zoey I cannot wait to meet her. And see you again.”

“yeah, me too. Can't wait.” For some reason I told her. “I love you.”

I could here the surprise in her voice, When she answered. “I love you, too.” then we hung up.

I just lay on my bed looking at my phone. Did we both just say, 'I love you' to each other

“Mom, Hurry up or it will get cold.” Zoey called.

“On my way.” I slipped off my bra. I threw on a night shirt.

Sitting down at the table. “Looks good.” I told Zoey.

“Thanks, I know you like it.” Motioning towards the bedroom. “ Ashlee again?”

“Yeah,”

“You are as bad as me and Brittney.”

“Nah” I stuck my tongue out. We both giggled.

“Oh, and she is anxious to meet you.” I told her.

“I want to meet my mothers new love.”

I dropped my fork. “What are you talking about?”

“Mom, I heard you say it when you said goodbye.”

“Where you eavesdropping on my personal call.”

Zoey turned red, “Just a little. Only a little when you hung up”

“Yeah, I did say it. I don't really know why. I just did.”

“Did she say it back?”

Now it was my time to turn red. I just nodded.

“Can I ask you one thing, Mom. Did you mean it?”

I felt my face getting redder. Softly saying. “yeah, I did.”

We chatted the rest of the meal. It was great. After helping clean up and do the dishes. We both watched some TV. I headed to bed just after the 10:00 news.

Again the alarm went off at 6am. Just like yesterday. I did my run, showered, dressed, ate, then left. It seemed like old times. I just wasn't flying.

A little before 7:30 I pulled into my parking spot. And headed to my office.

“Good Morning, Colonel.” Marcy cheerily said.

“Good Morning, Marcy.”

“Fresh cup of coffee.” She asked.

“That would be fantastic.” I said going into my office. She must have noticed my coffee cup in my hand.

“3 Sugars 1 cream.”

No sooner than I sat down at my desk, there was a slight knock on my door, “Here you go Ma'am.” Marcy set the coffee on my desk. It was in a cool looking mug with an AC130 on it. It looked brand new.

“Thank you, Marcy. Is the staff meeting all set?” Taking a sip of coffee.

“Here is a list of all who should be there. It will be in training room two.”

“Thank you.”

“You are welcome”

She left. Now I need to set a routine. I told myself. OK, check emails. Nothing new. I have to remember to check every couple hours. Next I checked on the status of my planes. Opening a page on my computer. Were all the work orders and status is updated.

All of my stories are purely fictional, the some places are real, some are not. The names and personnel used in all my stories, are also fictional. They may be based on people I knew but, Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or un-dead are purely coincidental.

I write my stories as a fantasy. While based on this world. Things in my story could stretch reality. However I write my stories from my mind. I reserve all rights to my work. Any form of duplication without my permission is forbidden. Please enjoy reading them as I have in writing them.

Comparing the list to the one I have everything was the same. Oh one just changed. Tail number 47117 needs some avionics work. It is real time. So I changed my status board to show the change.

About 8:40 I used the bathroom. After going, I checked myself over. Being the squadron commander I had to make sure I looked my best. I shook out my hair redoing the bobby pin holding my bangs. Put on some light pink lip gloss. It was slightly darker than my natural color.
From there I headed to Class room 2. Just walking at a normal pace, Checking my watch it was 3 minutes till nine when I arrived at the door. I waited till exactly 9 before walking in.

“Room attenchhon” Somebody called. The whole room jumped to attention.

As I got to the center of the room, “At ease, please take your seats.”

everybody sat down.

“Ladies and Gentleman, I am Colonel West. Your new squadron commander. Let me first tell you a little about myself to dissuade any roomers. Yes, I have been in a coma for three years. If it wasn't for my friend, Dr.Hart, I wouldn't be hear right now. I am widowed. I am an Academy and academy flight school graduate. I have over 9000 flight hours in the cockpit of an AC130 gunship. I have been deployed twice. Once as a right seat the other as the pilot. Could we please go around the room and introduce yourselves? Lets do it slightly informal. No need to stand and report. Just name, rank and position.”

Pointing to Major Higgons, “ Major, will you please begin?”

“Yes, Ma'am, Major Higgons, Vice Commander.”

“Smsgt Finnegan, First sergeant.”

“Major Scott, operations officer.” A pretty red head.

And so on around the room. There were about 16 people.

“Thank you everybody. Now what I expect from those under my command.” I started. “I know everyone is human and makes mistakes. All I ask is for everyone to do the job you are trained for. Uncle sugar spent a lot of money to train you. I want everyone to put that training to use.”

I continued for almost an hour, just outlining what I demand from my people. What I will not tolerate from anyone.

I dismissed my senior staff. Telling them that I will be having a commanders call after the COC. Major Scott called the room back to attention. As I left.

Returning to my office. No messages,No new emails. The rest of the day dragged on, unfortunately. As I was anxiously waiting so I can see Ashlee. I had changed the time to 6 and invited her to dinner.

About 2 I had the first shirt come in to discuss some of our possible problem children. Luckily only a couple of them. We worked on a plan to help them straighten up. They both seemed like good troops just got side tracked.

I reiterated my feelings on the recall roster, that I mentioned at the staff meeting. If anyone gives a false phone number will be charged with an article 15. and demoted. And that I didn't care if it was an A1C or a Smsgt. I don't want to call dial a prayer or the time or even Joe's pool hall to inform a person under my command that the shit hit the fan and is needed to report to duty. Now.

Our meeting lasted about 45 minutes. Only a little over an hour till I can head home.

So who slowed down the clocks? I thought.

Finally 4 pm came.

“Have a good evening, Marcy.” I told Marcy as I headed out.

“Will do, See you in the AM.”

While I wanted to run to the truck and race home. I kept my composure. All the way until I parked the truck in the driveway. I almost ran in the house. Scaring the crap out of Zoey and Brittney. Who were on the couch. By the time I got to my room and closed the door, I was half out of my flight suit. Kicking it off, I jumped in the bathtub taking a nice bath. One to relax mostly. Also get sweet smelling as I used my midnight mist bath beads. Then the matching body spray once I got out. Putting on a sexy thong and matching lacy bra. Then my pink dress, It came just above the knee. The skirt was a darker pink with black hounds tooth pattern, and the top was lighter. Light make up and sandals with slight heel finished it off.

As I came out of my room. Heading to start dinner.

“Gosh, Mom. You scared the crud out of both of us. I thought it was a home invasion or something.” Zoey stated.

“It sure, did Mrs. W” Brittney added.

“I'm sorry, girls. But it is an important date.”

“That is alright, Mrs W. Zoey told me about her.”

“Oh, she did did she.” I looked at my daughter. Who just showed a guilty smile.

“Well” I continued. “You are almost family so it is OK.”

Zoey just smiled.

I continued working on dinner. Home made spaghetti, sauce, and warm bread sticks. I let everything cook. Then the door bell rang. I almost jumped out of my skin, then realized it was 6:30. And must be Ashlee.

As I hurried to the door, pulling off my apron. Making sure I was presentable. I opened the door.

Ashlee looked so beautiful. She has worn a light green and white dress. A big smile on her pretty face.

Smiling also, “Hi,” Was just about all I could manage. Opening the door, “Please come in. Welcome to our home.” I almost blurted out. I was so nervous. I had to tell my self, Breath Bri-anna breath. I calmed down if only just slightly.

I introduced Ashlee to Zoey and Brittney. “Ashlee, I would like you to meet my daughter, Zoey and her girlfriend, Brittney.”

In a sweet southern voice, “It is so nice to meet the infamous, Zoey.” Ashlee said.

“Gee, Thanks Mom. What lies did you tell Ashlee?”

“Me, None at all.” I acted innocent.

“Your mom just said that you were her pride and joy and she loves you very much.”

Zoey turned a little pink.

“AH,Zoey. Would you and Brittney watch dinner while I show. Ashlee our house?”

“We sure will.”

“Come on I'll give you the quarter tour.”

“I thought it was only a nickel?” Ashlee teased.

“It was but you know inflation. Had to raise my prices.” We both giggled. There was no way that Ashlee was born a boy. Everything about her was feminine. Don't know if she still has boy plumbing. It is not my place to ask. I guess I may find out in time.

I showed her around the house. The bed rooms, office, and then the garage.

Were she commented on the Explorer. “Wow, that thing is huge. When I see something that big I figure the guy driving it has to compensate for the lack of something.” She wiggled her little finger. Again We both giggled.

“What about when a girl is driving it?” I asked, jokingly.

“She is compensating for lack of getting something, maybe.”

Thinking out loud “Yeah, you may be right. I have been lack....” I quickly shut up, as I was going to the wrong thing. It seemed that I felt comfortable with Ashlee. That comment would be said around Cassie and Whitney, as I have known them for years.

Swallowing, “Sorry, it didn't mean to say that.” I said turning red.

“It is OK,”

Lastly I showed her our backyard. The porch and mostly the beach and gulf.

“Cool, your own beach.”

“I don't really own the beach but I call it ours.”.

“Wither it is yours or not it is cool.”

We returned to the back porch, having a seat in our porch swing. I wound up sliding close to her. I could smell her perfume. I don't know why I did it. It seemed the thing to do at the time. I put my arm on the back of the swing, behind her. We talked a little bit. I asked about her struggle with being transgender. Boy, did I learn things. She started when she was little and told me about growing up trans.

I could hear the pain in her voice when she told me about when she was in Jr high. Once she started about high school she just broke down crying. I moved my hand to her shoulder to comfort her.

“I understand, you don't have to tell me anymore.”

I gently pulled her to me she lay her head on my shoulder.

Through the tears, “Well I want to be honest with the ones I care about.” she told me.

Then it happened, I was looking at her she turned to look at me. We kissed passionately. Once we broke out kiss.

We both said “I'm sorry I did that.”

We both shook our heads, No. Then kissed again. Our tongues fighting. I felt the passion that I haven't felt since Marcus died. I never thought I would again. Yet, here I am with that feeling, from a girl. No less.

I wiped away her tears with my fingers. I could tell she as still sad about it. She cuddled next to me on the swing. We were like a teenage couple, making out.

We were in the middle of a kiss, When we heard, “Uh, Um. Ah Mom, Ashlee dinner is ready.”

Both me and Ashlee were startled at the interruption. “Thank you, Honey. We'll be right in.” I said.

Ashlee stood, “I guess dinner is ready.”She wiped her face.

“Yeah, I guess so.” I could feel my face going beet red. Ashlee's was too. I took Ashlee's hand interlacing our fingers. I lead her to the table. We sat next to each other as Zoey and Brittney served the spaghetti. I could see the look on Zoey's face. One of holey shit I caught mom making out with another woman.

As Brittney and Zoey sat down. “MMM, this smell so good.” Ashlee commented.

“I hope you like spaghetti.” I answered. Still embarrassed.

“I sure do.”

I took a sip of my water. Swallowing hard. I was just about ready to apologize to Zoey. But her expression changed to one of understanding. I think she knew that I wouldn't do something like that unless I was really in love with her. I just smiled, Zoey smiled back and gave a quick wink.

The four of us talked some though dinner. Just about general stuff. School stuff from Zoey and Brittney. Mine and Ashlee's jobs.

“Sorry if this is to forward, but you two are a couple.” Ashlee asked.

“Yes, we are. We have been together for almost 4 years.” Britney answered before Zoey could finish her mouthful of spaghetti.

“That is so wonderful. Meeting the right person. That spark growing between you.”

“Yes, we care for one another. I'm a lesbian and I don't care who knows.” Zoey added.

“Good for the both of you. Not hiding your feelings or who you are. Brie, you have raised a beautiful daughter. Not only in the looks department but as a person too.”

That comment made Zoey turn 12 shades of red with embarrassment.

“Thank you. Ashlee.” Zoey almost tried to hide.

“Yep she is something special.” Brittney kept her from hiding. Then kissed her.

“Yeah, thanks. I think so too.” As I leaned over and kissed Ashlee.

We finished our dinner. Me and Ashlee cleared the table. Then rinsed and put the dishes in the washer.

“Hey, I noticed a fire ring outside. Want to get one going?” Ashlee observed.

“Why not.” We both headed out. Getting some firewood from the back of the garage. Soon Ashlee got it going. We sat on one of the benches we have out there. More to the point we cuddled on the bench. While Brittney and Zoey cuddled on the other bench.

All of my stories are purely fictional, the some places are real, some are not. The names and personnel used in all my stories, are also fictional. They may be based on people I knew but, Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or un-dead are purely coincidental.

I write my stories as a fantasy. While based on this world. Things in my story could stretch reality. However I write my stories from my mind. I reserve all rights to my work. Any form of duplication without my permission is forbidden. Please enjoy reading them as I have in writing them.