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He could remember it clearly, his first time. Not the first time he’d had sex, no that had been some random encounter with a girl with brown hair as he tried without much actual enthusiasm to get into the act… he could barely remember her face though she did have nice moist holes. No the first time his mind drifted to whenever he was bored, tired, or otherwise occupied with little things like being fucked like the whore he loved to be, was the first time that he’d dawned a dress. In some ways it had been little more than another action taken in a not so long life’s worth of actions.

In others however, it had been a momentous milestone that had changed his life in every possible way.

It began as a bet, a dare among comrades as they gambled the night away, the fresh aches of training still burned into muscle as they trained. It had been almost three months into the intensive training set to carve a military cadet into a specimen of soldiery fit to be added to their ranks, to beat the very notion of individual thought out of their minds and transform their bodies into suitable fighting machines.