This choice: They assemble in the gym for inspection. • Go Back...Chapter #6They head to the gym for inspection. by: Texienne   A short 30ish oriental woman in military fatigues came into their room carrying a clipboard and a bag. She walked halfway through the room, turned to face Liz’s bed, and loudly ordered, “‘Ten-Hut!”
Jay’s muscles seemed to move themselves. He and the rest all scrambled to their feet and stood at attention at the foot of their beds. He couldn’t say why he had obeyed, or how he knew how to salute, but there he was, butt naked and saluting.
The woman returned the salute, which somehow he knew meant he could put his arm down. She then stated, “That’s the last time you salute me, or any other non-commissioned officer, unless they carry the medal of honor. You salute commissioned officers, the president, and anyone I tell you to salute. Not me.”
The woman read her clipboard for a moment, then looked up at them. “I’m Master Sergeant Nguyen. I will read off your names. You should recognize your given name. Your surname has been changed. Memorize it, get used to it and don’t bitch about it. When you hear it, take two steps forward and say ‘Roger’.”
Another glance at the clipboard, then she extracted something from the bag and announced, “Liz Paine!”
Liz stepped forward and said, “Roger?”
“Is that a question, recruit?” the Sergeant snapped. “I wanted a fucking answer!”
“R… Roger!” she stammered. The sergeant stepped closer and faced her. Liz was at least eight inches taller, but Sgt. Nguyen seemed to be entirely made of anger. It made her seem larger.
“Says here you are formerly ‘Elizabeth’. It’s just ‘Liz’ now. Understood?”
“Yes!”
“Roger!”
“Roger!”
“What’s your surname, recruit?”
“Pu.. pa… Paine!” Liz stammered.
“The name I read did not have three syllables!”
“Paine!”
“Your given name?”
“Liz!”
The sergeant handed her the item that had come out of the bag. It was a set of dogtags. “Put that on and step back into line!”
Another check of the clipboard and another dogtag set later, the sergeant declared, “Cindy Block!”
Cindy stepped forward and calmly stated, “Roger.”
“Couldn’t hear you!”
She simply amped up the volume and repeated, “Roger!”
The sergeant faced her-- Cindy was just barely taller than her-- and informed her it wasn’t ‘Cynthia’ any more, just Cindy,and went through the same routine.
“Joy Lick!”
Nobody moved until the woman barked it louder and Jay realized it was him and quickly stepped forward. “Roger!!”
“Too slow, Lick!!”
What the fuck kind of a last name is ‘Lick’? he fumed inside as the woman faced him.
“Lick, I understand you think you’re a fucking guy.”
His throat tightened, and he started, “I…”
“Say Roger!!”
“Roger.”
‘You’re a guy.”
“Roger.”
“There is no cock swinging between your legs, Lick!”
“...”
“I do not see a dick between your fucking legs, Lick!”
“R.. Roger.”
“I think I see something a dick would fit nicely inside.”
“Roger.”
“And you can’t poop out of it.”
“Roger”
“So it must not be your ass crack!”
“Roger”
“It’s a pussy, Lick!”
“Roger”
“That makes you a girl, Lick!”
“Roger.”
She finally gave him the dogtags, and moved on to “Rae Boxer” and finally “Bree Slaughter.” Brett stepped forward.
She tried to start the same routine. “I understand you’re another dyke who thinks she’s a guy?”
“No, Sergeant.” Brett said clearly and calmly.
“What? Are you contradicting me, recruit?”
“Roger!”
“You’re saying they lied to me?”
“I’m saying I am very obviously female.”
“Say your name!”
“Bree Slaughter!”
“Tell me you’re a cunt, Slaughter!”
“I’m a cunt, Sergeant.”
She kept going, with ‘slut’, ‘bitch’, ‘whore’, ‘tramp’, ‘nympho’ and he kept calmly echoing it. Finally she handed him the tags, with murder in her eyes. Brett had made himself an enemy.
“I don’t expect you ladies to know how to march, so we will walk, single file, to the gymnasium, where there will be officers that you will salute. You will be inspected there. I don’t care where they stick their fingers or turn their eyes, you will remain at attention!”
They followed the tiny sergeant down a long hall, then into a small gym. Inside there are other female soldiers (but they have uniforms) and .
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