Lewis was practically skipping down the hallway in Titty Territory, holding a piece of paper out in front of her, turning it side to side as she took each step. Her face was lit up with happiness and she had a wide smile on her face. The door to her room was unlocked and she went in, her smiling getting even wider as she went into the dimly lit room.
"Loooky what I goooot," She sang out to her two room-mates.
Heather raised an eyebrow, looking up from her book.
"Permission for a sex change?" Miranda guessed without turning around from where she was watching a normal, non-pornographic movie for a change.
"I got my license," Lewis half-sang.
"Really? How did you do that?" Miranda asked, tapping the pause button on the VCR and turning around.
"Yesterday morning when I went down to the soda machines one of the motorpool NCO's got the option to train a few people to drive military vehicles this weekend in return to getting two weeks taken off his extra-duty," Lewis smiled. "We did the obstacle course, the offensive driving course, and the driving test today!"
"What did you get licensed on?" Heather asked.
"CUC-V, 5-ton, deuce & half, the VW vans, and the forklifts," Lewis smiled, opening her locker.
"Stillwater will be glad to hear it," Miranda said. "Good job on getting licensed. Hand me the sheet and I'll log it."
Lewis grinned widely, handing the sheet to Miranda, who got up and headed over to the dresser.
"They had me pick up everyone who went to church on Main Post and do one of the PX runs," Lewis smiled. She moved over to her civilian wall locker, pulling her keys out of her pocket with a jingle before unlocked the heavy brass lock.
"Crap. That means Roberts is back," Miranda sighed, snapping closed her green notebook.
"Well, we better go handle that," Heather sighed, slowly getting up.
"Gonna shower," Lewis said, grabbing jeans and a blouse on a hanger.
"Wipe it more than twice and you're playing with it," MIranda said, walking by.
"It's a sin to touch yourself," Heather added as she went by.
"The US Army requires all soldiers to ensure that military equipment, of which a soldier is part of, are properly PMCS'd to ensure all components operate properly," Lewis said, feeling smug. She'd caught on to that running joke.
"She'll do fine," Heather laughed.
"Hopefully she'll still do..." Miranda said right before the door shut.
Lewis smiled to herself as she went in, showered, and changed into her civilian clothing. She took her time in the shower, enjoying the fact that the hot water had high pressure and seemed endless. She was used to maybe ten minutes of hot water growing up, so the luxury of endless hot water was something that Lewis loved.
Still smiling to herself she gathered up her laundry bag and headed down to the laundry room. She felt like she lucked out, all of the washer machines open even though she'd figured it was only two loads. The washers on the left had signs above them that read "NO MILITARY UNIFORMS/GEAR". Humming to herself she put her whites and underwear in one load in one of the washers on the left, military uniforms and her civilian clothing in the other washers.
A stocky woman with a short page cut pushed her way through the door, carrying two laundry bags.
"Holy shit, score," She said.
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Third Person - Complete
Historical FictionPFC James Roberts just wanted to serve his country, like his father and grandfather. He left his middle class life to join the military with the hope of making his family proud. Graduating top of his class in Basic Training, attending Advanced Indiv...
