Reporting

Captain, we’ve got a... rather unusual situation." The sergeant approached, wearing a slightly confused smile.

What now, Sergeant?

These two women here, sir. They’re claiming to be from our squad.

The captain narrowed his eyes, sizing up the two women. "Sergeant, there were no women in our squad."

Exactly, sir... but they’re saying they’re Private Hamilton and Private Christopher.

Hamilton and Christopher?" The captain almost chuckled. "You’ve got to be kidding me, Sergeant.

I thought the same, sir. But it seems the squad was used as guinea pigs in some pretty... bizarre experiments. Their experiment was some kind of feminizing gas.

The captain raised an eyebrow, looking skeptical. "A feminizing gas? And you're telling me these two here are them?"

That’s right, sir. We interrogated them thoroughly, cross-referenced all the details. It checks out. They are... or rather, they were Hamilton and Christopher.

The captain ran a hand over his face, trying to wrap his head around it. "So... on top of everything, we’re going to have to redesign the uniform, aren’t we?"

Among other things, sir.

The captain shook his head, letting out an incredulous laugh. "Explaining this to the army was the easy part... the real problem’s going to be explaining it to their wives and kids."