Squadmate (Patreon)

The marines never leave a man behind! Even if he's no longer a man...

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“These are panties, I wanted tighty-whiteys,” Gerry whined. “And this undershirt is for a girl, too.”

I sighed and looked at my best friend and former squadmate. “That’s as close to men’s underwear I could find.”

“What are you talking about?” Gerry exclaimed, obviously frustrated. “Just get me actual underwear.”

“They’d fall down around your ankles, man. You just... You don’t have the body for guy clothes anymore.”

Gerry plopped down on the couch and crossed his arms, looking for all the world like a sulky young woman. Although the mound outlined by his new underwear was evidence that he didn’t only look like a young woman.

“My life is over,” Gerry said. “Sometimes I wish you’d never found me.”

“You don’t mean that, man.”

“Don’t tell me what I mean,” Gerry snapped. “You’re not the one who was force-fed chick hormones, and had irreversible and mutilating surgery.”

You don’t look mutilated to me, I thought but bit my tongue.

I’d had trouble keeping those notions to myself ever since I rescued Gerry. He’d been abducted from the naval base on Guam over two years ago. The brass thought he deserted, but I knew better. I kept searching, and eventually got a lead which sent me to a fucked-up brothel in Micronesia. That’s where I found him. We still don’t know who kidnapped him or why, but he begged me to stop investigating; he was afraid they’d find him again. 

A tear slid down Gerry’s cheek. He looked away, embarrassed by these frequent shows of emotion. “And you’re not the one who had to... do things... with other men.”

“I know, man,” I said. “I’m sorry.”

When I’d first entered Gerry’s room, he was so fucked up on drugs he tried to unbuckle my pants for a blow job. And he looked so good, I almost let him.

Gerry turned back at me, a plaintive look in his beautiful brown eyes. Had they been that pretty when he’d had a cock? “Can you... Can you sit next to me, and I’ll just, like, put my head on your shoulder?”

“Don’t you think that’s a little gay?”

Gerry snorted. “Dude, that’s the least gay thing I’ve done in two years. Please?”

I smiled and sat down. He put his head on my shoulder and sighed.

Maybe Gerry’s life was over. But, as far as I was concerned, Gerri’s life was just starting.