One minute you’re checking each other’s gear before mounting your vehicles and the next a female medic is looking down at you. “Sarg, just relax you’re going to be ok. It affected some people more than others”, she says. Though you’re very disoriented you sense there is a lot of commotion going. The only thing you can figure is the base has been attacked. You look back up to the medic and ask, “How many”? You stop after just two words. You were going ask about casualties but the sound of your voice causes you to stop. It’s way higher than normal. A chemical or biological attack is your next thought, but you then begin to check yourself. Something is very wrong. You feel a lot of pressure on your chest and your gear feels heavier than normal. Somewhat panicked you go to get up. As you’re view expands you see a lot of female soldiers running around. The uniforms on many of them aren’t fitted very well. There also doesn’t seem to be anyone injured. Then you see something that sends a chill up your spine. You suddenly recognize the medic looking over you. “Jimmy, is that you”, you gasp still bothered by the sound of your own voice? She nods her head. You then look at your hands which are now slim and feminine. It then dawns on you what the pressure on your chest is. “Jimmy, what’s going on”, you shout?