Short dark brown hair. Almond color eyes. Somewhat tanned skin tone. 5’10” in height. Enough muscle that if I flexed my arm and poke it I would fe...el something there. Constantly shaved beard. I was somewhere between ‘Your average Joe’ and ‘Not too shabby’ on the hotness scale, if I do say so myself. My only weak point was my gut, not that I was fat, I worked out that area often enough to make sure it didn’t reach that far. You see, I drank a lot and my belly insisted on showing it.I was just. They were battered and broken, missing pieces, but they werestill his boys. Except that they wouldn't be for much longer.Justin barely made out the outline of the cargo door of the helothey were moving into through the tiny little window in hiscontainment unit - called 'tin cans' in military parlance - andthen only got the sensation of movement and acceleration.A voice came over the intercom built into his tin can afterabout thirty minutes. "Good afternoon, Lieutenant," someone saidover the. How long have you beentransitioning?" Since Thursday, so I've still got all my boy bits and none of the girlparts yet, if you know what I mean," said Alex apologetically.This was greeted with guffaws of laughter from the group."Yes I think we can just about get our heads around that," said Racheldrily.There was an awkward silence for several seconds until Rachel said,"Right we had better get you started then. Did you bring any othershoes?" Oh yes," said Alex pulling his black heels from his. I hugged back and gave herthe bottle of her favoritewine.“wow!…that’s so nice ofyou…it’s my favoriteone…you remember it!!!” sheexclaimed. And gave me apack on my cheek.“I am glad you love it!” Iresponded.“I am gonna open it now…myfavorite is yourstoo…right?!” Alpa went inkitchen to get the wineopener.“You bet!” I replied.She came back with twoglasses and the cork opener.Before she tried to open it Isaid“Let me do that” and I tookthe bottle from her hand andthe opener. I pushed thescrew deep in.