Everything For My Country P1-2 (Reuploaded from OTGC)

 

My name is Tuan Nguyen, my mother always told me it meant, ‘man of obedience’ and I have spent my life trying to be worthy of that name. When I was a boy, I always was the first to volunteer when my family needed work done around the farm and when my village asked for strong young men to work extra hours in the fields to insure that we would have a good years harvest, I did that as well. It was both my way and my great pride that when my people needed help, I would be the first to rise to the call of duty.

So when the grate Ho Chi Minh called for help driving out the French Imperialists I wanted nothing more in the world then to serve, but my mother warned me that she had been plagued by dreams of my being lost forever if I went off and so I stayed. It was hard for me, but I knew I could not abandoned my mother and I thought then that the French dogs would be driven out of our homeland and when the Soviets declared for our glorious revolution I knew that I would not be needed…
Then everything changed when the Americans invaded.

I could no longer sit back and let my country and her sons and daughters be crushed under the boots of the capitalist war machine and so I went and swore that whatever it took, I would give everything for my country.

The war was terrible and of its horrors I cannot bare to bring myself to recall more than the vaguest of details. I gave everything I could and more, but the enemy took it all and spat it back, costing me my friends, family and even my home village till I found myself unable to go on. I was broken and when they told me I was needed to fight again on the front I broke down crying, swearing that I would do anything to help, but that I could not face the war again.

I thought for sure they would kill me on the spot as a weak willed coward, but to my surprise a man in a suit with a thick russian accent was brought in and I was told to tell him what I had said to my superiors. When I did he simply smiled and told me that my country still needed me, even if I could not fight, but only if I was truly dedicated… Truely was willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for my people.

I told them I was and the next thing I felt was a sharp prick and the world fading away...

I woke up with a splitting headache and feeling weaker than I had ever felt in my life. It was as if I had been sick for weeks, nothing felt right anymore. I tried to move, but could barely raise my hand and when I saw it, I could see at once that it was frail and thin, clearly having wasted away from malnutrition. I tried to call for help, but my voice was high and thin, sounding as if I were a child or a woman, so badly, I thought, had my body been left to waste away.

I tried to roll out of the bed to go find help, but the feeling of the sheets rubbing against my bare chest sent shock waves pleasure to my brain and to my groin. The feelings were so intense I was almost shocked not to see my manhood going erect, but for some reason all I saw was a small damp patch growing between my legs.

At that moment a pretty young woman checked in on me and seeing my pathetic state blushed and turned away. Embarrassed, but wanting answers I called after her, “Wait!” I struggled to sit up and held out a thin arm ushering her back. “I’m sorry, I… Its been awhile since I have seen such a beautiful girl.” I smiled, trying to win her over with my charms. Though my body was frail, my heroic stories and strong, soldiery bravado never failed to impress the girls I had met, especially the patriotic ones who never failed to help ‘due their duty’ to keep our peoples next generation strong and numerous.

“Oh…” The girl blushed and giggled. “I am sorry, but I’m only interested in men.”

“I am a man!” I cried. “I know I am frail now, but I assure you, I am man among men!”

The girl giggled again. “I have never seen a man before with quite such large breasts.”

I looked down at her words and found my mind going blank as I stared down at a pair of supple breasts. I reached down and hesitantly lifted my blanket only to find that between my legs there was now nothing to disprove her claims that I was not a man. I lay back down and stared up at the ceiling as the door closed and the sounds of the girls giggles disappeared as she left to check on the other patients. From the other rooms I could hear angry shouts, sobes of anguish and even a few lewd moans, but in every case the person I heard… Was a woman… Just like me.

After going thru brief physical therapy with the other freshly created girls, I was given a new uniform and together with my newly minted sisters in arms stood at uneasy attention, waiting for whatever orders were to come down. None of us tried to run or fight. For some I think it was fear of what worse fate might await them if they did, for others the thrill of becoming a woman had been a blessing rather than a curse, with some even having signed up voluntarily. For me though, I simply could not think of anything else to do then to follow orders. It was who I had always been.

When the general came to inspect us we fell into line and stood at attention, watching silently as he and the russian inspected us one by one. I shivered the first time a man’s hand touched me and the general smiled as he cupped my cheek. “You had best get used to it.” He murmured, almost as if he had read my mind. “Your country needs you.”

I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as he backed away from me and declared in a booming voice, “The American’s are retreating! But in their wake our people have been dealt a tragic blow…” He waved at all of us. “While our brave fighting men push the dogs back to Saigon and from their, back to the holes they first crawled out of, you girls will continue to serve your homelands in rebuilding our population. Though each and everyone of you found yourself no longer able to help fight on the front lines, you will nevertheless have an important role to play securing the future of our glorious new nation!”

I shivered again as the men guarding us started to cheer and realized at that moment that my mother had been right…

She would never see her beloved son again...

My name, according to my superior officers is now Yen Nguyen, which they tell me means ‘woman of peace’. This is something they told me I should be proud of since it is a sign of the great service and great sacrifices I rendered to my homeland to bring about our lasting peace and security.
I cannot say I relish in the name, but even before, when I was still a young man named Tuan, I strove to obey those above me and to help my nation and homeland in whatever way I could. Sure then I had been fighting in a glorious war to secure our homeland from the invading American forces and my ‘contribution to the next generation’ had come in the form of a string of one night stands with local girls starstruck by my tales of heroism and honor, rather than laying on my back ‘taking one for my people’, but it had been my own fault for failing in my country’s hour of need.
Everytime a new young man, flushed with pride as he shows off the metals he had won in the war crosses the threshold of the government brothel I now call home, I do my best to smile and gush over his bravery, knowing that each and everyone of them deserves their chance to lay on top of me and thrust away, just as I deserve each hot load of cum they shoot deep into my womb. I pretend to love it and never let on that deep down I still long each night for the gentle caress of the other girls as we indulge one another's perverse desires to once again lay with a woman as we had done when we were still men.
Yet as years pass restrictions fall away and eventually we are released, having done our part. I watch as some of the girls abandon their given names to take back the ones they had been born with while others embrace and share openly the love they had used for so long to get thru the lie of their hetorosexual time at the brothal. They come to me and offer to let me join them, but I cannot. I know my duty and I will not abandon it...

I married one of our guards, a young man as loyal as I am and though I had given birth to many children by then, I start the count over with him, determined to continue doing my part as a loving wife, mother and woman in service of the revolution. When the others came out to slander the government and expose what they had done to us, I come out in opposition, defending our leaderships decision and doing everything in my power to convince the people of the good which came of our time of service. When a possible cure was found I laughed in the face of the men who came to offer it and stuck closely to my husband and told them that I wanted nothing more in the world then him. And when he became a member of the ruling party, it was the happiest day of my life…

And that is my story, a story of one man’s willingness to sacrifice everything for her country, told in my own words and without help, coercion or interference from anyone else...

• Yen Tang (Edited for content by the Central Propaganda Department of the Communist Party of Vietnam and her loving husband Prime Minister Duong Tang)