Johnson had him park by his Quonset hut office and walked him to the scrap yard where about 30 impatient men were gathered, sitting on some wooden bleachers. Hurry up and wait, it was the story of their military lives. Rolie stepped to the center of a large open space on the ground near a crane. A road passed through here, and it appeared to be a delivery point for the yard. The Lieutenant now was all business, and he fell into the job at hand easily, having given this speech a thousand times.
He found it a little irritating that the crane had been left running but it was easy enough to raise his voice to be heard over it. It make him feel a little bit manly, barking orders at these roughneck Marines in a loud voice. He introduced himself and went right into his speech. In the back of his mind he noticed several Marines looking behind him but ignored them as he went into some fine points in his talk. Abruptly he noticed that most of them were no looking just over his head and Rolie glanced up startled at what he saw.
There was a huge magnetic scrap iron collector common to scrap yards poised about 4 feet over his head held in place by the noisy crane he was talking over. At that instant the motor in the crane was gunned and electricity crackled as the generators poured juice into the magnetic coils of the collector. What happened next nobody including the crane operator expected. He was simply following the orders he was given by a WM Major that morning.
The sissy Lieutenant’s odd feeling clothes jerked upward as small bits of iron sewn into the fabric were caught in the magnetic field of the collector. Rolie started to panic and tried to move out from under the large flat disk but his feet were almost leaving the ground and he had no traction. He could hear ripping as the seams of his uniform started to give way. This was why it felt so flimsy! The seams were hardly enough to hold his clothes together! Without warning his shirt was ripped off of him in a loud shearing-ripping sound and as he was reaching up over his head to grab at the ascending cloth of his shirt, his trousers gave way and flew into the air in several pieces.
Rolie stood there wearing his Marine “piss-cutter” cover (his hat), black socks, and nicely spit shined shoes… and his frilly sissy undergarments. All of his outer clothes were ripped off leaving him standing in front of his audience wearing frilly and slutty feminine underware. At first he tried to cover his lacy top with his arms, then his flirty panties with his hands, then back to his top when it occurred to him that he should just get the hell out of there.
The Marines stood almost in unison and cheered. One man who was eating a bologna sandwich had the presence of mind to throw it at Rolie. The wind caught it just right, the top slice of bread flew up and knocked his cover off, the bottom slice hit him smack in the face and stuck from the mayonnaise smeared on it. Frantically Rolie wiped it off his face as he ran for his van. Unfortunately for him, the bleachers were between him and the van.
The Marines were quick to seize the moment. They had an officer who was out of uniform, without rank and dressed up like a Shanghai whore. Anyone could claim they didn’t know he was an officer and probably get away with it. Rolie didn’t make it past the men and was passed from one to the other as they grabbed and rubbed his “tits” or pinched and swatted his panties and said lewd and filthy things to him. As they manhandled him he felt his little bitty dick start growing and pressing against his beautiful panties. Rolie couldn’t allow them to see him with a hard on! He couldn’t lie his way out of that! As it was it could be explained away as just a college prank! Something he could bluff his way out of later.
Being dressed in front of so many strong, sweaty men, each reaching out to him was something he used to fantasize about as he strutted in front of a mirror lifting his skirts But this was different, this was beyond embarrassing. Rolie wanted to die, he wished a sniper in a tree would pick this moment to turn his brains into jello pudding.
A voice yelled, “Look! Is that his dick? HAHAHAHAHA LOOK AT THAT! He’s got WOOD! Or at least a SPLINTER!! With superhuman strength Rolie broke free and sprinted past the Captain who watched the entire event with an open mouth and round eyes. The van sat there, hardly appearing to get closer at all despite the efforts of the runner. Rolie’s legs moved in slow motion, taking a minute between each footfall. The cat calls over his shoulder such as “Sissykins Sissykins” needs some!”, “Pansy!!”,What a PANSY!”, “Is that you Nancy?” and ” idiot!” followed him to the van. When he finally reached the vehicle, he threw open the door and spun the tires in the dirt as the van wheeled around and out the gate.
The sissy bear buzzed and came to life again. “New orders have just come in Prissy Sissy!”
