I was Teen Shemale for the US Army

Chapter 1
Reform School Romance!

I couldn't believe that all I got from my uncle
Bill when he died after all he said to me about my being his
favorite grand nephew was an old diary from World War II.

I mean I thought we got along pretty darn good, and its
not like he had any money or anything, just another old
geezer in an assisted care center who if he ever had anything
had to get rid of it all for the state to provide nursing
home care.

But then when I read the note in the car, "Dear Tim,
this is especially for you! I hope you, unlike me, find your
real path in this world, because you only go through once,
or at least I'm about to find out!"

Bill always had a good sense of humor, and for some
reason of all the great nephews and nieces and extended cousins
we hit it off somehow. But you know you could always tell he
wanted to tell me something, and I guess this was it, an
old leather bound diary.

That's when I lost two days of my life, because
when I got back to the sophomore dorm in college,
I didn't put it down till I finished it, and then my life
changed a lot, but that's another story.

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Diary of William Terence Phillips!

"April 3rd, 1944, Akron Ohio! Ohio State Reformatory
for Boys!"

Yup, still here, and I was hoping now that I turned
18 they'd give me early parole, or at least let me join
the army, but no such luck. Looks like I'm serving the
full 3 years for car theft.

Funny thing though, this place isn't all that bad, I
made some new friends, and since my family has practically
disowned me I need em! Finished my GED testing, did
pretty good. While I liked being an older boy here,
I'm sort of still in the middle. I stopped growing
at 5'6" and remained small boned and beardless like
dad I guess, which has like, good and bad points, like
everything in here. It's not like hard time, in fact
its pretty safe. But after lights out, well, a boy like me
has to adapt to reality.