Corporal Gabby tells the truth

Gabby turns around and gives you a long look. "Alright, I have too much of a conscience. When I hugged you, I put one of these dog tags on you," she says as she holds out her own pair of tags.

You pause for a moment as you feel a shock go through you. You slowly walk towards the mirror Gabby was looking into and give yourself a closer look.

(Jade Kush)

"Shit, you got me? Wow, now I'm totally mind fucked." Your body seems so familiar, but now you are wondering what has changed. Were you Asian before? Were you female? did you have a pair of nice natural D-cups that's been your pride and joy since puberty?

Gabby steps up to stand next to you and observe you in the mirror as well. "Well, you still remember seeing me change? Do you remember what we did in the dressing booth half an hour ago?"

"I do remember seeing you turn into a black girl. Then you twirled me around your fingers before your fingers twirled around in me with your lips and tongue on my clit. Then we 69'd and ate each other out before we wiped us magically clean with the magical wipes."

"Oh wow," Gabby gasped and blushed. "You're staying this way until I get to do that with you, because that sounded," Gabby pauses for a tiny moment to lean close and whisper in a husky voice. "Absolutely delicious," she says and kisses you breathily.

"Didn't join the military just to be a barracks bunny you know," you say as you smile and kiss her back. Your preferences lean feminine, not that has stopped you with enough ****, but you and Gabby stick together like milk and Oreos.

"I'll keep you to that at the next national day, babe," Gabby says with a chuckle and pulls out her phone for a selfie with you. "Let's do a picture and share on our social media sites when we get back." You smile and pose to her phone.

"Oh, speaking of which, where did I put that... There it was." Gabby said as she pulled out the key from one of her pockets. However, it was no longer gold coated but powder coated camo green. "Uh, I hope that doesn't mess with our home adress."

"Oh, you have a Narnia key? Sweet," Rachel said with a tone of understanding. "That explains the rookie moves." "You've come across this before?" you ask Rachel, a bit worried she might try to steal it. "Oh sure, most of the people in here came here with those tools. This is one of the more generic universes. Some parts of this mall even have the tutorial zone in it."

"So this is actually the tutorial zone?" Gabby asked with a look of suppressed horror on her face. "Oh, like you know in games how there's a tutorial zone before you get to the dangerous zones. We got them all in here, from level 1 to level 100," Rachel says with a smile as she hands Gabby a bag.

"And what level would you say we're currently in here?" You ask as you glance around the place. You wouldn't mind bringing something, but at the same time you're feeling you will have plenty of fun without any extras right now.

"Level two, I'd say." Rachel says flatly, poking holes in both your egos. "This is pretty safe, all things considered." Gabby exhaled a long breath before speaking in a slightly whiny tone. "Don't bully us, we just found a portal to another dimension,"

Rachel chuckled and poked Gabby playfully in the ribs. "It's okay. We've all been there. Now, it's been fun seeing you rookies get the bike running without the training wheels, but I have to see some other customers that seem to have some problems," Rachel says as she begins moving back into the aisles, the sound of confused panic beginning to warble through the room.

"Thanks for the help, we might come back some day," The two of you say over each other, waving after Rachel as she disappears. Gabby sighs, turns slowly towards you and hugs you close. "I think I'm ready to go back home for a time. How about you?"

You merely kiss her and you start moving towards the stalls.

Back home, it didn't take you long before you were ripping the clothes off each other. You didn't bother too much that your bedroom now had been restyled to look like a barracks bunk, and you were both living together in the same room. at least not while Gabby was eating you out.

A few days later, you were standing in the kitchen in some casual off-work clothes preparing some food. A pair of light blue cotton shorts and a pale pink spaghetti strap top.

Suddenly, you remember. You're not Sergeant Sookie Alda Cox of the Hot Girl Army. You're Adrian! a Computer science dude! You turn around and find a mirror to look at the state you're in.

"Fuck me, I got tits..." you mutter as you lift your top up and look at the damages. You're short as fuck, you barely weigh a little over a hundred pounds, you got a delicious pair boobs on your chest that sit just right. You got a bit of a tan from your Asian heritage, and hips and a butt that you imagine perverts snap pictures of if you walk out in public. Overall, you are looking like a ten out of ten where you before at best would have been a seven out of ten, if you exercised for half a year!

You ponder for a moment what to do about this.