Head to the recruiting bus

The... the army? Only vaguely aware of your new parents cooing over you wonder if you'll be fighting for the good guys? ...Gals? You suppose that you wouldn't have volunteered otherwise. As you eat mechanically you decide it's better than the loony-bin. Once finished you put your things in the car and let your mothers drive you across town to a big, dusty bus stop.

You get out, promise to write to write a letter every week and hug each of them in turn. You feel a pang of guilt as you enjoy the feeling of your new breasts pressed against theirs. You say good bye one last time as they get into the car before they cry too much. They deserve a real daughter.

When you turn to walk over to the bench you see another family performing a different farewell. The mothers are standing at attention in Full Dress Uniforms while the daughter, dressed like yourself except with hiking boots instead of trainers, salutes them stiffly. They stand like that for a full thirty seconds before finally, like you, concluding with hugs.

The girl marches over to you and extends her hand. "Joining the army as well? My names Gunn, Beryl Gunn."