SGT Angie Harris

You see yourself, standing at 5’6” 135 lbs, with your long black hair and brown eyes. You wonder if anyone can figure out that under this top you are a D cup. Taking another look you see your uniform is in regs, so you head to medical.

As you walk in, you head to the front desk. “SGT Harris for my appointment.” They direct you to labs and you walk over.

You see the specialist grab your file and look it over. “SSG, pretty routine, but got a new shot for you to take. Here is a pamphlet to look over, and then sign this form for me.” You hear him, but it’s not registering. You’re to busy sizing him up to see if he’s hotter than your bf

“Do you have any questions?” He asks. Your busy wondering if he’s checked you out when you snap out of it. “Oh no.” So you sign the form without really looking at it.

He takes it, adds it to your file, and proceeds to give you your shots. First two go without a hitch. But the last one send a warmth through your arm into your into body. You’re a little weirded out, but don’t want to show in front of the specialist. “Your good to go SGT”

“Thanks” you say and decide it’s time to head home.