Sergeant James "Mad Dog" Winslow was well known to be the toughest drill sergeant on the base. From the old school military, Winslow was appalled by the quality of the recruits coming into the army these days.
"Bunch of pansies," he was heard to say time and time again at the NCO club after a tough day. "They'd never have made it in my day."
His latest group of recruits was less than even his already low expectations could imagine. Take that goth looking guy, Vincent. . He was so weird, he could give the willies even to Winslow.
At 0500, Winslow barged through the barracks, waking his charges for the morning's physical training session. "Let's get a move on, little girls," he bellered. "No time to wait for your mommies to change your diapers. Fall out for morning P.T."
Winslow actually had to tip the bunk to shake that strange Vincent character out. And Vincent even had the nerve to stare back with those eyes that gave Winslow the willies.
P.T. didn't do anything to raise Winslow's opinion of the company. These rejects couldn't even do a decent pushup. Especially Vincent. "You do pushups like a little girl, Vincent," Winslow yelled, just inches from Vincent's face. "I can't believe I'm showing grown men how to do pushups."
Winslow dropped into a perfect pushup position shouting, "This is the way to do pushups, little girls."
Only when he got to the words "little girls," his voice cracked. He felt the world spin, and before he knew what had happened, his uniform had been replaced by a diaper and he was a little girl doing pushups.
Nobody noticed that Vincent was rubbing a weird gemstone
between
his thumb and forefinger and mubmling "Who's the pansy now,
sergeant?"