The truth is that panties have always been my fetish. To the point that, to this day, it's common for me to wear them on the street. I'm very queer, with a woman's ass and made to wear panties. Just hearing or reading the word already turns me on. Normally, I'm very masculine, no one imagines what I really am, but in intimacy, I feel very feminine and I'm fascinated by the idea of being in the hands of a macho who treats me like his female. It's been that way since forever.

As a child, I already felt it, and even more when I came of age. But it was when I had to do my military service, away from my usual environment, that I could see the real possibility of showing myself and others the female inside me. And in a place like "the military", just because of the situation it implied, it gave me even more of a thrill, despite the risks and dangers that it could entail. It was clear that if I went ahead with my intention, I would be taking a risk, but it wasn't something that worried me excessively.

I had taken the firm determination to achieve my goal. So, I decided that a good strategy would be to bring some panties that I knew fit me very well. Made of transparent lace, with white and pink embroidery. I desperately needed to reveal my secret. Especially in a place where I knew that many wouldn't mind fucking a queer person as long as they could put their dick in something similar to a pussy. Even if it wasn't one.

I was still a virgin, and for me, it meant a lot to seem like I had already been fucked. So, a few weeks before I left, I started dilating my anus with a cucumber or turnip, each time with a larger one as I noticed greater dilation. I did it in the shower, where no one could see me. First, I inserted the end of the showerhead into my ass, turned on the jet to maximum pressure, and cleaned myself well, leaving it super clean. And then I started playing with my dildos, inserting them little by little until they went in whole.

It was a discovery. After a short time, I had it like a fully open pussy with the lips outward, like a real slut's pussy. I could fit half my hand in. To complete the preparation, I shaved everything, front and back. My ass was left as smooth as a little girl's butt.

The time came to leave for a distant and unknown place to fulfill my military service, where I would be for two months in a "boot camp" at the CIR (Center for Recruit Instruction), and where I would be assigned for the rest of my service, which allowed the story to continue almost without interruptions and also made things much easier.

The first few days I abstained from doing something that I would probably regret. I dedicated myself to studying the terrain and seeing how to take the first steps towards what made me blush just thinking about it. I was as ashamed as I was excited, but I was sure that the excitement would win out.

The recruits were housed in old wooden barracks, with bunks on bo...