Amy, the warrior Amazon

After this tough combat training, I urgently needed to take a shower, so I went to the communal washroom, as is customary in the army. Interestingly, all my comrades seemed to have had the same idea at the same time, so it got pretty crowded in the tiled room.

But I have to say, all the guys were very nice and helpful and took turns lathering me up.

After that, I was really clean—everywhere. My pussy and boobs in particular had received a lot of attention and were sparkling clean.

The same couldn't be said for my uniform, though, so I took it to the clothing depot to be washed. Unfortunately, the supply officer had to tell me that this was the only uniform in my size, so I had to wait until it came back from the laundry.

“But, sir, I can't walk around the barracks naked.”

When he saw how sad I was, he had an idea.

“You know what, Amy? I have a belt here that should fit you, complete with matching cartridge pouches. What do you think?”

I happily accepted it and put it on immediately. Yes, now I felt like a real warrior.

Soldier Amy reporting for duty, sir!