The Sweetest Taboo

"Well, I was for a while, then shit got real...really real."

"So real that you have tits faker than Pamela Anderson Lee?"

"Yeah, pretty much. Let me explain this one, OK?"

"Alright, this should be a good one. My brother has turned into a tranny because he has to," Tisha said as she folded her knees up on the bed and snuggled in next to her teddy bears. "What next? Ellen DeGeneres doing interracial gangbangs?"

"With some of the shit I've seen, I wouldn't be surprised to see her doing it, with Portia de Rossi the fluffer. Let me explain this as quickly as possible. Now, up until about a year ago, everything I've been telling you and mom has been pretty accurate. Yadda, yadda, yadda, basic training, blah blah blah computer training, wah, wah, wah Okinawa. I was just thanking my lucky stars that good grades on the Basic Skills test combined with some classic luck of the draw had me in Japan as opposed to the Middle East. Then, one day in the shower, I see some officer walk up to me, tell him to come at once and toss me a towel to keep decent."

"What for?"

"Well, we're getting closer to my current appearance. You know the family genes for thin, wiry builds, especially among the men?"

"Yeah. I know how our uncles are. But what does that have to do with anything? Is the army making a he-she army?"

"Get comfy, because this is going to be rich. After being yanked from the shower, I end up in this place way out behind God's back to a meeting with a bunch of guys who I thought were civilians, along with my military escort and some other officer dude. Anyway, turns out the civilians work for what's commonly called The Company."

"What Company?"

"THE company. The CIA."

"Oh, that's some shit," Tisha said as she sat up. "So the CIA made you into a transsexual Halle Berry? By the way, stand up...I want to see what they did to ya."