‘Since the 1991 Tailhook Scandal Investigation yielded no convictions, female Congressional Legislators have called for an independent investigation…’
‘To this day, none of the accused from Tailhook have been brought to trial. Constantly cited throughout the proceedings was the phrase ‘lack of evidence’.’
‘Whereas before the infamous Tailhook Scandal there were only 4 female aviators per hundred male, in the years since the number has grown to 20 percent…"

 

Tailhook - Witchhunt  (the Morphite solution)          by: Joan Banks

 

"Ladies and gentlemen and..well..everyone, please look at this study, found in the binder on the desk in front of you." She spoke to a large group in a boardroom. A strange mix of men and women and well, things. Most notable was the man in a business suit who looked relatively normal, except for his green skin.

"Senator, are you going to let us study this awhile?" a young woman asked "This thing is over 400 pages. Why not give us the high points."

"Ms. Mills-Williams, can I call you DJ? I would be happy to. I don’t want you to just take my word for it."

"It’s just Williams, I don’t hyphenate but you can call me DJ if you like. I won’t take anything on face value but I would prefer to know why I have been called. As you are no doubt aware, I am at a critical point in my current project."

"I am well aware of the pressures of your time."

"Well I don’t need any convincing," the old man in a bathrobe said "I see what you are planning. It’s right there in your mind. I will do this, but only because it suits me."

Most of the group seemed content to abide by what the old man deemed a worthwhile endeavor.

"Still, I would like an overview. What exactly do you want?"

"Justice, plain and simple. These men are guilty of crimes against women. Through their sneakiness and conniving, they have escaped punishment. There is nothing more we can do….officially.

That is where all of you come in."

"You want us to do your dirty work for you? I, for one, won’t participate."

"If you will just open that envelope in the back of your binder, I think you will change your mind." She complied, DJ chuckled.

"You sure have done your homework."

"Payment will be given after the punishment is complete. If you need support then you need to work through my associate, Ms. Coughler, here." She motioned to the woman on her right "Her number is written on the assignment sheet. Please commit it to memory, take as long as you need. I have to ask that , for security reasons, nothing of this material leave the room, including the binder…" she looked around.

"Now where did that old man go…."

 

DJ was ready to tell that Senator to jump in a lake, before she opened the envelope. She was interested in justice, sure, but these guys have been acquitted. Nobody had proven that they had done anything wrong. Sure, everyone thought that something happened, but that wasn’t proof, was it? The envelope changed her mind, the name inside "Eddie Farrow". Eddie had once tried to rape her.

So now it was Lieutenant Junior Grade Farrow, was it? Apparently the military had much lower standards now. The Senator had told her that he was being reassigned as an ROTC instructor at Meriweather, the college where she worked. A captive audience, perfect. DJ didn’t hold animosity to many people. In general she was very warm and forgiving. Eddie was the exception. Eddie would pay.

There were many preparations to make.

 

"Where am I?" Eddie asked, to no one in general. The room was empty.

Okay, Eddie, time to take stock. This is obviously a hospital. Why am I in a hospital? He felt his head, bandages. Some asshole hit me on the head with a beer bottle, he vaguely remembered. Wonder if Snake got out okay? His RIO was one of his best friends, a good guy to have at your back, even for a back seater. After finding the call button, the nurse came in.

"Mr. Richards, good to see you awake."

"Call me Hulk, everyone does."

"Okay, Hulk. How are you feeling?"

"I have a mother of a headache, but all in all, about 90 percent."

"Excellent, luckily your exceptional health has been a great asset in your healing."

"So what happened?"

"A small concussion. You were pretty badly cut up back here." She indicated an area in the back left of his head. "Luckily it didn’t get your face."

Too bad in other ways, he thought to himself, chicks dig scars.

"Status." DJ asked. This was her first time in the control seat, it felt good.

"Implant is in place and functioning. We gave him the Morphite Therapy at a strength of 20…"

"Twenty? That could kill him!" DJ didn’t want to go that far.

"We assessed that due to his exceptional physical fitness, he would be able to handle it. Your father approved the dose."

"Okay okay. Bio?"

"He just answered my questions. Everything is starting according to plan."

"Remember, we don’t have the same restrictions I’ve given you before. This is a punishment."

"Yes Ma’am."

After the hospital cleared him, Eddie went to the base. He had already checked out of the squadron. He took the civilian medical file and took it to the flight surgeon. A day and a half later, he was once again clear for duty. He knew he wouldn’t be flying in his new job, but the clearance was necessary to receive flight pay, an extra bonus for those with pilot wings. He decided to hit the road and get to his new assignment, Meriweather.

ROTC instructor is supposed to be cushy job. Mainly it is an excuse for the military to give enough time to someone to get a Masters Degree. For the most part Eddie had to teach two classes a week and maintain a file on each student. It was his job to show them what a real officer was.

Meriweather, it was the place of his greatest defeat.

He had gone to Meriweather, for three years. For three years he had worked his way up in the football team. He had reached a prime spot, starter for every game. That is when ‘she’ came along; Debra.

She was a really cute girl, a blind date that his roommate set up. She was one of those radical libber types. She thought he got a little too friendly and BAM, she cried rape. His roommate hit him from behind with something and suddenly the police were involved. They went on and on about stalking and such (he was only trying to call to apologize, so what if he only breathed into the phone). He had it all set up for the trial, stories with all his frat-brothers, till that numbnuts got half the information wrong. He was through with football here, he finished up his time at state.

Now he was back, and he was in charge, his own command (close enough). After getting settled in the house, he reported to work.

"Hey…" a cadet said to him in the passage to the CO’s office. The cadet continued on.

"Stop right there, mister." Eddie enjoyed this part "I am a commissioned officer in the United States Navy. You do NOT address me as ‘Hey’. Do you understand."

"Sir, yes sir!"

"A sir sandwich? Or did you forget how to speak? The proper reply is ‘Yes Sir!’"

"Yes sir!" Eddie gave the cadet a quick uniform inspection, noting every tiny discrepancy. Then he noticed the Commander standing in the doorway, smirking.

"Dismissed, cadet." The student scampered away.

"Good morning, sir." Eddie said to the Commander.

"Come on in, Mr. Farrow…" he disappeared inside the office. He motioned for Eddie to sit.

"A real go getter, eh? Good to see you are back on your feet. I am glad you showed up today, we need to go over your schedule."

"Thank you sir."

"I have been teaching your Naval History classes in your absence. You will resume those immediately. The entire command PT’s Tuesdays and Thursdays at 0500, I expect you to lead that."

"Roger that."

"and another thing, this is my command, not yours. You haven’t even been a Department head yet. You will be an instructor and counselor to these men and women, nothing more. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Go get checked in. The Yeoman will show you your office."

"Thank you, sir." Eddie left.

Women in my command, great, just what I need, more dead weight.

"Why didn’t you condition him at all yet?" the bio tech asked.

"Just an idea of mine. Let them get to know everyone as a man’s man, then strip it away. This is going to be a lot more fun that the ones we cared about."

Jay rented a house several miles from campus. This was the first time he could afford to live on his own (A LTJG pay is pretty low). It will be different not having the guys in the squadron to party with, he thought. Contrary to his normal style (Thrum) he arranged it neatly right away. His first class would be the next day.

"My name is Lieutenant JG Fallow, I will be leading these little morning expeditions. Everyone ready for a 3 mile run?" There were groans.

"I said are you ready?!" The answer was loudly in the affirmative.

"You hesitated, that will make this a five miler. Anyone who falls out is a sissy, let’s go."

Eddie was in remarkably good shape, the time in the hospital didn’t seem to slow him down at all. For a guy built like a fireplug, he had remarkable endurance. After the second mile, his battalion was strewn over a thousand yards. Some had given up and were walking.

The stout few finished the run. The stragglers had already assembled back at the beginning.

"I said we are doing a five mile run, and I mean it! All of you who gave up, get going."

"But sir, we have classes." One of the women said to him.

"Your responsibility is here, you will follow orders or you might just lose your scholarship."

"Yes sir." The group of stragglers took off, bedraggled and disheartened.

 

An hour later, the last of his runners returned.

 

Eddie was a terror, giving much more homework than was necessary. Often he gave extra assignments just because they didn’t run well or he just didn’t plain like them. After a week he was one of the most hated instructors on campus. Counseling sessions began with his students almost immediately.

"Status?"

"Transformation is really starting to kick in now, Ma’am. We have never seen this level of growth. His breasts are budding already and his musculature is degrading at an accelerated rate. Bone mass is leaching away a little more slowly than expected."

"Great, Bio?"

"This is fun, if it weren’t so sad. I am changing his speech patterns. Just for fun I am adding a little lisp…"

"How the heck do you do that?"

"Run his speech through a voice analyzer. We administer slight displeasure at the sounds we want to get rid of and pleasure at those we want to enforce, all in real time!"

"Excellent, keep me appraised."

"Yes Ma’am."

  

"I want a synopsis of chapters 37 through 40 on my desk tomorrow morning!"

Eddie’s students were laughing at the end of every class. Even though he piled the homework on, they all left the class amused. Normally he went straight to his office, this time he gave them time to move away a little and he followed.

"And tho everyone, I want you and you, cutie to do all this work for little old me." The female cadet Sheila Mathers was mocking him using an exaggerated lisp. She was actually acting as if he were some kind of flamer, hitting on the male cadets. I don’t talk like that! Ordinarily he would have lashed out furiously, this time he only wanted to cry. He slunk back to his office and tried to make his tears subside.

She’ll pay, Eddie thought to himself, just wait till our counseling session this afternoon…

 

"Cadet Mathers, come in, close the door behind you." She entered, a little smirk on her face. She sat when Eddie gave permission.

"Let me get right to the point. Your conduct is not what we need in the United States Navy. You are weak, unable to finish any run…"

"I am finishing any run you throw at me…"

"Don’t interrupt me. I am recommending removal from the program."

"You can’t, you have no right."

"I see no choice," he stepped behind her and locked the door "Unless you can give me a reason not to."

Cadet Mathews was an incredibly sexy woman. Full, firm breasts and a tight little body.

Definitely a walking wet dream. Now he had her on the ropes, and they both knew it.

"I’m scared…" she resolved herself to the inevitable. "But okay…" she was shaking with fear as she took off her clothes. Eddie also started removing his.

Her body was definitely a dream, a centerfold waiting for a camera. He cupped her breast in his hand.

And she cupped his.

What? That was a strange sensation. He looked down, where he had a solid pec before was all this loose flesh and his nipples were at least two inches in diameter. The strange part is, her groping felt GOOD. He looked down, sure his impressive manhood was as hard as a rock.

Nothing.

It just sat there, limp. Here was this goddess and he couldn’t get it up. For a half hour he tried, nothing would happen. Sheila was scared that her lack of ability to get him aroused would get her kicked out of school.

"It happens, don’t worry about it." She kissed him, like a mother taking care of her sick child.

"Just put your clothes on." She dressed quickly and left.

 

The word spread quickly that he was gay. No man in his right mind could not be turned on by Sheila Mathews. He was given a new callsign by the students; ‘Flamer’.

The morning run became more of a challenge his chest started hurting by all the bouncing. He found that he had to use his arms differently while running swinging them to avoid a bad sympathetic oscillation. If he could have seen himself he would have called it ‘running like a girl’. He thought no one had noticed.

That’s when the sport bra was left on his desk.

The really weird part is that he didn’t really feel strange about wearing it. He simply wore a dark T-shirt when he wore the bra, thinking that it hid the problem. He forgot to realize that when he sweat, it did so in a distinctive sport bra shape.

Very quickly, it felt like his world was falling apart.

"Can I come in, sir?" Sheila asked.

"Sure, come in." as a rule, they had been leaving the door open after the ‘incident’. She promptly closed the door and broke into tears.

"I have no place to live." She was sobbing. Apparently her roommate skipped out with all the rent money, leaving Sheila evicted.

"Everyone else I know lives in the dorms. I can’t go anywhere. What can I do?"

Eddie thought for a moment and did what might have been the first decent thing in his life.

"I have a guest room, you can stay at my house. This is only until you find a place to live."

(Thrum) He knew he would regret this, on many levels.

"Thank you," she beamed through her tears "I know I shouldn’t, but I feel really safe with you.

Not like other guys."

 

"Excellent. Just what we needed!" the tech said.

"Do you really think it was an accident?" came the voice behind "Sheila works for us now."

DJ laughed to herself, Senators can be so handy dealing with military people.

 

This was wrong in so many ways: fraternization, student/teacher relations, and lots of others he hadn’t thought of yet. Yet it was the right thing to do. Almost right away their relationship changed from that of Teacher/Student to something approximating friendship.

Eddie thought his body was deteriorating. His proud muscles had shrunk to a fraction of their former size, his body hair had lightened an unbelievable amount. He still shaved his face daily, but only out of habit. He had taken to wearing a sports bra all the time now, under his clothes. It mashed his breasts down to a manageable level. Ordinarily, he would go to the flight surgeon for something like this, but he was sure he would lose his flying status. Not being able to fly would be a fate worse than death. He stayed silent.

Unofficially, Sheila was simply renting a room from Eddie’s landlord, the never seen Mrs. Williams. At least he may be able to talk his way out of perceived impropriety.

After the second month, they both knew it would be permanent, yet neither said anything. Sheila had taken over the guest room and was making her own touches to the décor of the house. She started having friends over.

The women of the ROTC unit were a close knit bunch. They studies together and really supported one another. When it was discovered that Sheila had a house to study at, she was instantly made hostess.

The girls didn’t just study, they partied and did all the regular things that College Age girls did. Eddie had inadvertently gave them a base of operations.

After the initial shock of realizing that Sheila was living with LTJG Farrow they lightened up.

Sheila had told them all about his lack of interest in the female creature. They started including him in their get-togethers. Eddie knew he shouldn’t allow this, but (thrum) he felt really good about doing it.

About halfway through the school year, Eddie was called into the CO’s office.

"Fallow, do you have any pride in that uniform?"

"Yes sir, of course I do."

"Then for god’s sake, get one that fits. It looks like you’re wearing your big brothers stuff. And antoher thing…" The bawling out lasted for an hour.

Eddie left the CO’s office. What the CO really wanted to ask was ‘Have you always been such a flaming faggot?’ but by the book, he couldn’t ask.

Eddie got new uniforms the next day. The lady at the tailor shop was thoroughly stumped on how to get his clothes to fit. This one did not fill out his uniform like he should. It would take at least a week to get anything done that would be remotely close to fitting him.

Uniforms were only worn one day of the week, the rest of the time everyone dressed like students.

He was eating lunch at the student union when a pretty girl came up to him and sat down.

"Hi, I’m Jesse." She had an infectious attitude that couldn’t help but bring a smile.

"Nice to meet you Jesse." He smiled. "I’m Eddie."

"A group of us are having a little get-together on Friday night and I was wondering if you would be my guest?" she grabbed his arm and her breasts rubbed against him.

Eddie was suspicious, but to have any meeting with this little babe on his arm. Probably some cult, he thought. Oh well, I can always fight my way out.

"Sounds like fun." He said "should I pick you up somewhere."

"Aren’t you sweet, no just meet me right here at 6." She stayed for a few minutes to talk and then left with a group of women.

"She said yes." She told them, out of Eddie’s earshot. The group of women left.

 

Eddie wore a button down shirt to the meeting, as well as some dockers. He wore his sports bra underneath, just to keep things under control. He met Jesse at six o’clock, sharp. She met him with a kiss on the cheek and held his arm as they walked into the building.

"I thought we could get some dinner first." Eddie had never met a girl as forward as this one, but (thrum) he liked it. They went into the cafeteria got their food and sat down. They are their meals happily chatting away.

"Excuse me a minute," he said and left for the bathroom. It only took a minute. Jesse had already disposed of their trays and was waiting. They walked up to the conference room.

Wow, the last time I was here, I was on trial. He realized that it was not the best choice of subjects, so he didn’t say anything.

"I never had the guts to do that." Jesse said.

"What?"

"Use the men’s room, yet you did it like you do it every day."

"What?" they opened the door.

"You’re far to pretty to have anyone mistake you for a guy…"

"You’re kidding, right."

"What? I’m complimenting you on being able to buck the system…" they entered the room.

It took a few moments to realize what he had walked into.

 

"This is the Gay/Lesbian group."

"Of course it is, silly girl. Now stick close, I want them all to know you’re with me."

"You think I’m a girl?" Eddie stopped walking.

"Of course," she turned to face him "You mean you’re not…"

"No I am not. I’m a man." He stomped his foot.

"Of course you are, honey." A lesbian mocked him. She was dressed exactly like him, right down to the military style haircut. He left abruptly.

"Eddie, wait." Jesse called. She caught up with him outside, hidden under a tree in the courtyard.

He was crying. She put her arms around him and rocked him back and forth.

"There are plenty of times I wished I was a man, too." She soothed "Does this mean you hate me?"

"You don’t understand," he cried "I am a man, I always have been."

"Of course you have. There there, sweetie." She held his head against her breast and rocked him.

"Why did you…"

"Bring you there, I thought you looked like you could use some friends. That and I thought…no, think…know that you are hot." Jesse put her hand under his chin and kissed him (Thrum). And everything felt right to him.

 

"So tell me how this helps." DJ asked.

"His girlfriend thinks he’s a woman. I think that starts to reinforce he female psyche, don’t you think?"

"I want to get to the fun part. How is the clothing response?" DJ asked.

"He is reading Sheila’s lingerie catalogs religiously now. He doesn’t even try to hide it anymore.

Response is up to 15 percent…"

"Up it to 60 and increase negativity to male clothes."

"We’ve never used 60! We don’t know what that’ll do."

"He will love his little panties, won’t he?"

The seamstress took Eddie’s uniform as a real challenge. He was built like a woman, so she used those sewing tricks to get the uniform to fit right. Darts were added to the sides to account for his ‘expanded’ chest and the pants took an all around rebuild. She finally took the pattern for the women’s’ ‘uniform pants and reversed the fly flap. That should do the trick as she finished up the most bizarre tailoring job of her life.

 

Sheila was out for the evening and Jesse was out at her meeting. He knew it was wrong fooling her, letting her think he was a lesbian, but she was so hot! For the first time in a long time, Eddie found himself alone. He found himself inexplicably drawn to Sheila’s room (thrum). It really smelled good in there, he always felt more comfortable in there. If fact, he was redecorating his own room to emulate this one. He always liked it’s nice, homey feel. Sheila had not yet put her laundry away. That inexplicable focus had shifter to the laundry basket. Right on top was a matching bra and panty set, he took them.

He ran back to his own room and stripped off his clothes as fast as he could. At first, he put the panties on backwards, when he got them right he felt the biggest rush of pleasure he had ever experienced, he nearly fainted on the bed. The bra was next, and that turned out to be a logistical nightmare. He knew how they came off, of course, but had never really even thought about how to put them on. He slipped his arms through the straps and struggled, trying to dislocate his arms, to hook it together.

Someone else’s hands came up behind him and clasped it shut. He turned, embarrassed, yet the wave of new pleasure threatened to overtake him.

It was Jesse.

"Turn around and let me see." She commanded. She fussed over the straps.

"A little small in the cups, but workable. Hi honey!" she kissed him. "Trying the lipstick lesbian side of the house, eh? Let’s see what we can do. I take it you borrowed these pretties from Sheila?"

He nodded. Suddenly he was aware that she would see his manhood. Suddenly ashamed of his penis, he looked to see how obvious it was.

It wasn’t.

His crotch looked the same as any womans. He ran his hand along the bikini line. Sure enough, he was still intact, it was just so small as not to be noticed.

"You really have a nice rack, sugar." She appraised him "I really couldn’t see before…"

Eddie should have been really pissed about that, but he wasn’t. He was happy.

"I couldn’t stand to be away from you. That meeting means nothing if you aren’t there with me.

Say, I’ve got some cute stuff that will fit you, if you want to come over." (Thrum)

"I would really love that."

"Cool, a makeover party! Just put some clothes on and let’s go!" Eddie was tempted to take off the panties and bra, but couldn’t figure a way to take the panties off without revealing his secret shame, his penis. That and he felt that taking them off would be the most unpleasant thing he had ever done (thrum).

He threw on jeans and a T-shirt and admired how his breasts now filled out the shirt in the mirror.

"Come on gorgeous, lots more to do tonight."

Sheila drove him to her apartment and led him back to her room.

She may be a lesbian, but she doesn’t act like one. Eddie still had the idea that lesbians were very manly women. Sheila definitely was not.

"Try this on." She tossed a bra at her. He read it ‘36D’. "It should fit you."

She giggled as she watched him struggle with the hooks again.

"You never tried one on before, have you?" she laughed "You and your sports bras."

She proceeded in a lesson in how to hook a bra. This was followed by a lesson in how to put on Pantyhose.

"You really should shave your legs if you wear hose. But this should get the effect without it."

She laid out a dress for him. It was a short dress, like many of the sorority girls wore, it was really sexy in his opinion. He put it on. Once again the wave of pleasure overcame him.

"Sit down," Sheila motioned to the mirror and the seat in front of it.

"You are lucky to have such beautiful skin." She said "I always knew you wouldn’t be a butch."

Several minutes later she was done with the paint job. She produced a wig from her closet and brushed it for a moment and placed it over his head.

"Okay, you can look now." He turned and was stunned by his own beautiful reflection.

"I’ll bet you can never go back to that butch look again, eh?" (THRUM, THRUM)

 

He never did.

 

"Whereas it is the policy of the Armed Services to ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’ there are times where flagrant violations must be dealt with. As per the testimony of the Flight Surgeon, you have perpetrated a fraud against the US government. Whereas you have portrayed yourself as a man, you are in fact, female.

How you got away with this, is unknown to this court…"

Eddie sat in his dress blue uniform, his legs crossed demurely in his skirt. He already knew the verdict.

"It is the finding of this court that although you have served your country well in field of battle, your blatant lesbian homosexual activities leave us no choice but to give you an Honorable Discharge, effective immediately. I wish you well, Ms. Farrow, in whatever path you choose. Good luck."

 

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