**NOTE**
This story is a complete work of fiction; all characters and situations. It does contain reference to actual historical figures, implying fictional distant family relation to the characters.
My name is Captain Miranda Grant; United States Army. I am thirty-one years old, a graduate of the United States Military Academy at West Point and am currently stationed at Fort Bliss, just outside of El Paso, Texas. I was born and raised in central Ohio, and in case you didn't notice, my last name is Grant. Yes, I am a descendant of the great Union General and former President, Ulysses S. Grant. Now you might be under the impression that my family was military through and through. Well, we weren't; at least not from my grandfather down through my father. But from a very early age, the warrior spirit flowed through my veins and I knew that one day I wanted to be a soldier. I had two older brothers and we used to play war games all the time with other neighborhood kids as we were growing up. I had absolutely no interest in playing house, dolls or any other stereo-typical activities associated with being a little girl. In fact, I don't even remember having any girl friends. I hung out with the boys and loved being a boy; only problem was, I was a girl. Of course up until puberty, nobody noticed.
By the time I was thirteen, the boys I had been playing sports and rough housing with since I was six all began to look at me in a very different way. My chest was suddenly getting bigger and rounder, my hips were widening, my skin was softening tremendously, and worst of all: The infamous monthly curse! Yep, I had now officially begun the transformation from boy, or at least tomboy, to young woman.
Well, by the time I was eighteen, I was pretty much the same as I am today. I was five feet six inches tall, weighed 117 pounds (122 pounds today), my hair was dark red and it hangs down to the middle of my back (drapes down to the top of my shoulders today), my skin was fair, smooth and a touch on the pale side, splattered with light freckles. My firm, round and perky breast were a strong C-cup, my stomach was flat and a well defined six pack, and I had all the right curves in all the right places; ass, hips, thighs and calves. And believe it or not, my face was one that the high school yearbook committee selected to be the Best Looking of all the girls in my class. Yet, my play habits with the boys hadn't changed at all. Even though I couldn't play high school football, baseball or basketball with them, I still was a boy on the inside, so I never had the slightest interest in dating any of them at all. I was much more interested in girls who were built like, and were as pretty as the yearbook committee claimed that I was. So, being a boy trapped in a beautiful young woman's body, I was in seventh heaven. I played volleyball, girls' basketball, soccer, softball and was on the swim team. Even though I was a natural competitor and athlete, I much more enjoyed watching my teammates run around in their skin tight shorts, tank-tops, sports bras and swimsuits while in action. Then after the game, came the real heaven: Hit the showers!
I've heard that many young people, girls in particular, have a very hard time coming to terms with homosexuality and are terrified of what their family and friends will think. Well, for some reason, I never had that problem. I guess because I never really considered myself a girl; in my heart of hearts, I was a boy living in a woman's body. So the fact that I was hot for girls was completely natural. When I told my parents my interpretation of my situation, they of course, were very concerned and thrust me immediately into psychotherapy. But my therapist soon determined that I was a waste of her time. I was completely mentally sound and sane. I was well aware that I was female in every aspect; I just was attracted sexually to women. I was a lesbian.
"No kidding!"
Oh well, I guess I can't blame my parents, they loved me very much and I'll admit, I was weird. Really weird!! For even though I considered myself a man in a woman's body and had no interest in dating men, I liked being a sexy woman. I wore short skirts, skimpy tops, skin tight designer jeans; anything and everything that accentuated my very pleasing feminine figure. I also wore make-up, designer perfume, lace bra and panties, and always took excellent care of my hair and skin. Though I hadn't heard the term at that time, I now know that I was and still am a lipstick lesbian. That means that I'm the epitome of everything a beautiful, sexy lady is supposed to be, except I'm attracted to and have sex with other beautiful, sexy women. And just for appearances sake, I did go out on dates with guys from time to time, but usually never more than twice. I didn't put out! Well, except one time; see I've always been a firm believer in avoiding contempt prior to investigation. So to be absolutely certain that I wasn't missing out on anything spectacular, I listened to the girl's gossip around the locker rooms and in the halls, finding out who the "Big Man on Campus" was. The one all the girls were drooling over and who had the best reputation of being a great fuck! Once I found him, it took me less than half a school day to get him to ask me out. I won't bore you with the details of our night of bridled bumbling between the sheets. Let's just say I learned that I'm not missing a thing when it comes to guys; not to mention that having sex with a guy was what really made me feel gay, if that makes any sense.
Despite tremendous temptation, I never made a pass at any of the girls at my high school. I know how cold, cruel and vicious teenage girls can be, and if it ever got out that I was hitting on girls, I could probably kiss my appointment to West Point good-bye. So even though I knew I was not going to be having sex with guys, I still had no idea what having sex with a girl was like cause I'd never done it. As my high school career was wrapping up, it was becoming increasingly more difficult not to stare at the hot bodies in the girls' locker room and wanting to play with them. But it was through these torturous trials everyday after practice that I reaffirmed to myself that I had all the self-discipline, self-restraint, endurance and vigilance to be a great soldier. But even a soldier gets laid from time to time.
Anyway, even though I was considered a waste of her time professionally, my parents were still paying my therapist to see me once a week. So I spent most of our weekly sessions venting my sexual frustration to her. One afternoon as I was venting, something strange happened: I started to cry. My therapist came over to the couch and held me in her arms as I really came undone. With my head resting on her shoulder, I suddenly caught a deep whiff of her perfume and realized how good her body felt pressed up against me. Long story short, my first lesbian sex experience came that day with my therapist. Though she wasn't exactly a knockout; she still had a pretty face, big tits and a sweet voluptuous ass. She was also an incredible kisser, knew how to please a woman and ended up teaching me a lot; primarily, that I loved fucking women! So, in the long run, I wasn't as much of a waste of her time after all, because our weekly therapy sessions turned into incredibly wild sexual encounters. True, she was taking a tremendous risk by having sex with a patient, particularly a supposedly confused, teenage lesbian. But I guess she needed it as much as I did, and I also knew that the life of a soldier is fraught with danger, so I might as well get used to it.
I received the appointment by both the U.S. Senators from Ohio and was almost immediately accepted to West Point. Four grueling years later I graduated in the top of my class with an appointment to the Corps of Engineers at the rank of second lieutenant.
Over the next nine years, I traveled all over the world in the service of my country. I made First Lieutenant after my third year of service when I was assigned to the Artillery Corps. I was promoted to Captain after my seventh year of service and received a second star of commendation. It was then that I was reassigned to Fort Bliss and given the great honor to serve on the personal staff of the base commander, Major General Albert Ross. Now I'm a Captain in the U.S. Army, I'm thirty-one years old, built like a brick shithouse and haven't had sex for nearly nine years. God forgive me for saying this, but:
"I need some pussy! And I need it now!!"
Well, good things come to those who wait! May sound like complete bullshit while you're actually waiting, but in the end, it really is true. And sometimes, it may come at the expense of somebody else.
General Ross suffered a severe stroke one afternoon while out on maneuvers on the base and was completely incapacitated. Though he survived, he could no longer continue his duties and was forced to retire ;( See what I mean). In the meantime, his senior advisor, Colonel Simmons had assumed temporary command of the base. Now that General Ross was forced to retire, a new base commander would be assigned to the post. The entire base was very saddened at the General's departure and Colonel Simmons ordered flags be flown at half-staff until the new base commander arrived. When the news finally came that our new base commander had been selected, I was the first officer on the General Staff to receive the memo. I opened the file and then just about dropped it when I read the name:
"Lieutenant General R.E. Lee?" I said to myself. "What the hell is this, some kind of sick joke?"
The most famous General in American history was coming to take command of Fort Bliss nearly 140 years after his death. Robert E. Lee died in 1870. And that's exactly the line I told Colonel Simmons when he came in that morning and I handed him General Lee's file. But Colonel Simmons didn't find my joke funny. When I apologized for my making light of the situation, he told me that it wasn't my joke that had upset him; it was the appointment of General Lee to command of this post. He wouldn't elaborate at all, but I got the distinct impression that Colonel Simmons had a very deep and personal vendetta against this mysterious General Lee.
