Rebound

When I left the para's I was a sold 14 stone of shaven headed hardened muscle, with a pocket sized Charles Atlas physique and the fitness levels of an Olympic athlete, but with in a year I was still very fit, but down to a shade over ten stone, with hair past my shoulders. Spending the summers working with deprived kids, I went back for my final year seriously considering doing a PGCE when I graduated, and going into teaching, until I got talking to Andy and at very much the wrong time. I had just got a letter from a mate in Iraq, telling me that my two best mates since basic training had been killed in Basra, and I was raising a glass or six in their memory when we got talking.

I had seen him in the pub before and knew he gay, as he made no secret of it. Anyway I was sat at the bar intent on getting hammered when he walked in alone and recognising me he joined me at the bar and said hello. Reading something in my face he asked if I was okay and before I knew it we were chatting, or rather he was. If I had not had quite so much to drink I would have realised he was trying to chat me up, and although he did slow things right down few minutes after I told him that I was an ex-para once he realised I was not going to plant him he stepped things up a gear.

Oer the next week or so Andy carefully sounded me out and although it was nothing overt, he was clearly getting more and more confident in my company, and began to invaded my personal space. Ever since I left the Para's my long restrained desires to be a girl had been getting stronger, but until I met Andy my main outlet was wearing women's underwear and hanging in tranny chat rooms on my PC.

We had been meeting over a couple of drinks for a week or so, and one evening sat at a quiet table in the shadows of the bar I asked him blushing a little. "Erm look Andy, this is all kind of strange for me, but can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot!" He grinned.

"Um are you trying to chat me up?"