Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Sun, 2009/08/09 - 1:47pm
T. D. Aldoennetti's Stories
The writing of “TacPzlSolGp” (Air Force Sweetheart) and “Sorcerer/ Sorceress” (Tranquility) came about as a result of one of many weekly discussions which were held between myself, five other authors, and four agents.
At some time during one of those discussions the topic of present and past tense came up as related to story content with the consensus being that it simply was not possible to create an appealing as well as contiguous story plot which could be written entirely in present tense.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Sun, 2013/04/07 - 8:12am
Lynn continues her secretarial duties at James’ exhibit booth:
All this was becoming very interesting. I was beginning to understand there was some ‘cause and effect’ going on here. Shortly after I typed in a certain string of information and pressed the key which completed my inquiry, some activity could be seen and about a minute later the big printer would spill out a sheet or two of information. I looked at what I was presently typing, finished it, and then pressed the extra keys James told me about before walking over to wait for the printer to do something. A minute later it printed a page of material.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Sun, 2013/02/10 - 5:50am
Upon checking with the agents I learned the cooks had only just finished bringing everything over to begin organizing for tomorrow. Once again I went out to check the heaters, wind generators and battery charges which were still pretty low. Okay, four generators and only half heat for the walks and driveway. We would need plenty of juice for the cooks tomorrow.
We opted for simple for the evening matching Cathy’s chanting. Piling into the limo again we drove to a local pizza joint one chase car in tow. There the limo caused a bit of a stir for a minute before no one recognized us and the commotion died a hurried death.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Sun, 2013/01/06 - 12:00pm
Upon reaching the Mall we pulled into the parking lot to discover the typical early pre-Christmas zoo which generally began around late November. Most of these were people who usually decided to begin just after Thanksgiving so they wouldn’t miss out on anything but this year came out two weeks earlier. I was thankful I hadn’t participated, at least until today.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Mon, 2012/12/24 - 8:44am
The fireplace had been fed some more logs and was still crackling merrily.
While we had been out collecting Cathy at the airport and then going to the store for her winter clothes, the guys who had stayed here started the fire and brought in more wood, stacking it over in the corner on the flagstones which made up the storage area of the extended hearth.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Sat, 2012/12/08 - 6:15pm
We proceeded to the limo and chase cars. The driveway was still warm enough to prevent more icing. Ditto with the walk and stairs. James and I entered the limo along with the driver and one agent. The remainder of them piled into the two chase cars and we were all on our way. The streets, unfortunately, did not share the heating elements which were found in my driveway so they were a bit more treacherous. At least the vehicles weren’t frigid since the heat rising from the driveway heated the undercarriages and, therefore, carried over to a limited degree into and around the three vehicles themselves.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Sat, 2012/12/01 - 7:37am
Once again time seemed to be displaced. I don’t know why we stopped our kissing but if I was complete right now I would be ready to lead him upstairs and get down to business. I didn’t want to go home. When we finished kissing we again stood there forehead to forehead quietly holding each other. My eyes were closed and my thoughts were going through thermal meltdown. Part of me was wondering why I had never felt like this when I kissed a girl and another part was saying, “Who cares?”
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Mon, 2012/11/12 - 9:42pm
I suppose in those few minutes I managed to learn pretty much everything I wondered about concerning wearing a strapless ball gown. I walked around the house for fifteen minutes to half an hour without my feet, legs, or back bugging me. I actually felt kind of pretty and didn’t have a bit of that undressed feeling I had when I was first trying on the gowns. I began imagining Cathy dressed in a nice party dress, her hair down like mine as we were presented to the maddening throng as Lady Stevens and her daughter Catherine. That brought a smile to my face.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Thu, 2012/11/08 - 7:08am
We broke up to head for the rest rooms and the cars. I availed myself of the Ladies room discovering I had it all to myself. I did my duty then washed my hands and checked my makeup, lipstick and clothing. I took a couple of minutes to quickly brush out my hair again before I pulled out a scrunchie to put it up into a ponytail. I was beginning to love my rabbit fur jacket, it had been a good purchase, dressy but casual, not to mention - warm, even if I was out in the wintery cold. My ponytail hung down just enough to help the jacket keep the back of my neck warm but when indoors I would be cooler than if my hair hung down covering my neck and upper back. Ten of us piled into two of the rentals then headed for the airport while the other four guys George specified took the third rental car back to the Lodge to acquire our Armored limo before following us to the airport.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Wed, 2012/10/31 - 10:56am
“Catherine? Who’s Catherine?”
“Beats me. He didn’t say. Maybe she’s his wife. If I were you, I’d go.”
“He didn’t kiss like he was married.” I pointed out. “Great. Okay. Okay. I’ll need to borrow Nicci again today. I need to try on the two gowns at Macy’s and I’ll need her to help me with the ski stuff. You can reach me on my mobile if anything Earth shaking happens. I checked it last night and I’ll leave it on while I’m away from the car. If you call and I don’t answer then at least I’ll know to give you a call back. While we’re out, I’m also going to get Nicci a company mobile phone. She’ll probably hate me for it, both for the additional workload and for the size of the thing, but she needs to be more in the loop.”
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Tue, 2012/10/23 - 3:00pm
The next morning a light snow was coming down as I made my early way to the office, this time I was dressed in a nice pant-suit with a paisley print blouse in darker colours and a pair of black, hopefully antiskid, low heeled pumps, very businesslike.
I called James’ office first thing even though it was still slightly before eight there. Surprise, surprise, I actually reached a live person, or at least they or it could interact with me verbally, “ I wish to leave a message for Mr. Thompson. This is Lynnette Stevens and I’m afraid that I shall be unavailable to accompany his entourage while in Vail.”
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Tue, 2012/10/16 - 7:07pm
The next morning I arrived at work early. My ensemble was smart, relaxed. I was wearing levis, sneakers, a dressy blouse and the faux-rabbit fur jacket I’ve had for a couple of years. My hair was up in a pony tail. I gathered a few kidding wolf whistles from the old hands who had also come in early and some stares from the few newbies who were going to be a part of the detail during the following two weeks. I heard a familiar threat given by one of the old hands to a couple of the newbies, “You want to keep your jobs? Don't make passes at the boss.”
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Sat, 2012/10/06 - 8:28pm
The next time I managed to revert even marginally to my senses we were in a different store. I presumed it was Macys but didn't recognize the area which I immediately presumed was Women's lingerie and more. I didn't shop for my things here, but I guessed that was going to change in the near future. Looking about I noticed a large number of small packages surrounding me presumably either some of which just having been or still awaiting purchase. Just then the strait jacket I was only beginning to realize was wrapped around me made it’s presence known by cinching a little tighter. I discovered upon inspection that it didn't reach all that much above the nipples of my breast forms. I also both noted the increased difficulty in breathing and the stark contrast of my old breast forms against my chest.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Thu, 2012/09/27 - 7:34pm
Our flight turned out to be uneventful. Two hours and one stop later we showed our identification, retrieved our cases, and walked out the deplaning ramp into the terminal where we each found a restroom so we could extract our weaponry from the cases and place them into the appropriate holsters, sheathes and, in one case, a 9mm went into my purse. With two hours to kill, an early lunch was in order, during which we discussed strategy.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Sat, 2012/09/22 - 3:25pm
After the few guys who planned to remain in the Army said goodbye to the rest of us slackers, those of us who had been mustered out yesterday and who stuck around just to attend the party each went our own way after promising to continue contact. Per normal, I was the designated mule or point of contact since I had a relatively known and fixed address. Everyone could continually update me so if someone wanted to know where someone else was I could provide that information so long as everyone kept me updated. Most of them did which worked out pretty well in the long run.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Mon, 2012/09/17 - 6:45pm
We wandered down to the flight line to watch the festivities as they progressed. It was nearly an hour and twenty minutes before we had everything. I never expected them to be able to provide it in only five minutes especially since not all of their daytime personnel had even gone to chow much less reported to the flight line or their supplies depot, but it gave me the opportunity to scowl and look around every few minutes causing them some increased anxiety and effort.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Mon, 2012/09/10 - 10:17am
When we arrived, a welcoming committee was there waiting for us. It was getting late in the evening so we were billeted for the night, fed and generally made as welcome as they could provide for. I think what they were doing was a little like what you would do if you suddenly had to live with a loose cobra for a day – give it everything it wants then stand back, hope it’s happy and that you don’t wake up in the morning sharing your bed with it.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Mon, 2012/08/27 - 4:33pm
I waited for her to drop more about this new team shit on me but she seemed to have decided to clam up for the moment. Her face suddenly changed which caused me to consider running for the door. The way my luck was going at the moment she probably had a harpoon in her desk and could haul me back in before I could reach the outer door.
“I’m going to have a set of orders cut. Do you have uniforms for a woman?”
“Unif... No Ma’am.” My weird-o-meter just jammed its pointer around the end stop a couple of times on it’s way to flying off the meter face entirely.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Mon, 2012/08/20 - 7:37pm
After we landed in California, we all were ready for a good meal and some sack time. Trying to accomplish that took a bit of doing. We finally got to eat at the Air Force mess, which again turned out to be pretty good. Boy, those Zoomies have it rough. We still needed some sack time as sleep on the Transport wasn’t conducive to rest. It was more akin to what I called ‘zoning’, which meant I might have been snoring but my mind hadn’t shut off and wasn’t ignoring the cold nor the rumbling which came through the frame of the aircraft up into our seats and transferred to us. I bundled us off to the office which supposedly held the officer we were directed to see by those helpful Air Force types who had tried to direct us in the same direction as everyone else, at least until they saw our expedite orders.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Tue, 2012/08/14 - 9:37am
When our connecting flight from Bangkok finally arrived at ‘Tan’* we quietly made tracks. We managed to successfully return to our own area, while barely avoiding a work detail or two which Trank happened to note were forming up shortly after we arrived. Even at our own compound he was working point.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Thu, 2012/08/02 - 4:10am
As my band of happy miscreants worked their way through the tunnels, point suddenly gave the hand signal to halt before indicating there were enemy ahead. When we stopped to think about what we were hearing we could tell there were muffled voices somewhere ahead. How he could have heard them surprised me until I heard a loud but brief grunt of pain rising above the low background noise. I tried to make out what the voices were saying but it was mostly just indistinguishable from the background. We continued to move in but more cautiously and as quietly as possible.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Thu, 2012/07/26 - 9:06pm
Two days later my D.I. took me to see the First Sergeant again. This time I wasn’t so apprehensive. I could excuse the first time since it didn’t conform to the scenario for which Sarge and Gunny had prepared me. Hell, even the first day of the hand to hand course didn’t conform. It was like some of the people here knew some big secret about me and they were trying to keep it away from everyone else, especially the officers.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Fri, 2012/07/20 - 7:41pm
Sarge and Gunny had phoned their buddy over the weekend so he was primed and ready when we arrived. That battery of tests they told me about were administered to me but I wasn’t told the results, at least not right away. All I could get out of the three of them was, “you did good, kid.” Other than a physical we polished off all the paperwork including my enlistment options and the copy and filing of the four letters Gunny and Sarge had been holding for me. Their buddy didn’t say a word about them, he just smiled and gave Sarge a thumbs up.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Sat, 2012/07/14 - 7:19am
After dinner, Sarge, Gunny and I spent the rest of the evening and well into the night hashing out the plans for my enlistment in the army. We came up with, and rejected, at least half a dozen plans that evening.
All of the planning was contingent on my parent’s approval of course. Although I didn’t think they would say no, I wasn’t sure how my mother was going to react. She was not at all happy about all the training I was doing, even though she knew exactly why. I think she was maybe afraid I would get to like it too much, and it would change me in ways that she wasn’t prepared for. In the end, it did that of course, but in ways neither she nor I could ever have expected.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Sun, 2012/07/08 - 4:46pm
I bristled a bit at being called ‘kid’, but when I thought about it for a second, I realized that to him, anyone my age was just a kid. So I answered politely and respectfully.
“No sir, I don’t. But I don’t think I’m going to get a choice. So I’ve been trying to get as fit as I can, and Sgt. Joyce has been teaching me all he can about weapons.”
Looking at Sgt. Joyce, Gunny said “Well, at least he’s sane Marv. He’s smart enough to know that going to Nam is not a good thing…. But since he looks like a frickin’ girl!, he’s gonna have a hard time at Basic and probably even afterward, and you and I both know it.”
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Tue, 2012/07/03 - 5:31pm
Please note: If you have not read the information on the title page nor chapter 00 (the Prologue) to this chapter, please do so before continuing with this portion.
If you have not read Air Force Sweetheart (TacPzlSolGp) prior to reading this work, it is not necessary; however, there will be characters appearing at times within this work which are from the other series.
This work was inspired by T. D. Aldoennetti and is posted under her name since it is a companion series to that of AFS.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Fri, 2012/06/29 - 10:57pm
I awakened... fully alert, although not certain exactly why. My brain was firing on twelve of its eight cylinders and the turbo boost was well engaged, as it attempted to make sense of the shadows which my semi-focused eyes were saying were dangerous unknowns looming all about me in our dark bedroom. My ears began straining to hear whatever it was that might have been that which had awakened me. It’s hard to believe how sinister a dark room seems when you can’t really focus on anything due to the near absence of light. You’d think that after sleeping for at least a few hours your eyes would be accustomed to the lack of light and you should be able to see, if not well then at least somewhat upon immediately opening them.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Fri, 2012/06/29 - 10:30pm
The map shown above is but a small portion of the 1965 map sold by Maps.com.
It is shown here solely for the purpose of providing some insight as to the borders
and locations of that time and remains copyright by them.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Mon, 2011/03/21 - 5:21pm
Chapter Thirty One
T. D. Aldoennetti
It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World
I was sitting here waiting for our next client to arrive on the first Saturday I’ve had available in nearly a month while I looked at the few pages of my diary which Tan recently filled in. I need to find a better place to hide and secure it. I don’t mind him writing in it but sometimes I put stuff in it that I would rather keep secret for a while.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Sat, 2011/03/19 - 8:36pm
T. D. Aldoennetti
Adversity, Love, Friends and Family define us.
When we finally returned home from our journeys, Tan seemed strangely preoccupied. Oh, we still slept together and we still... well, you probably know anyway, but he just isn’t himself. After a couple of days of my prodding and poking trying to learn what’s wrong without much success, he finally announced shortly after we were dressed to go in to the studio one morning, that we are going to see his sister... again.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Thu, 2011/03/10 - 10:39pm
Chapter Twenty Nine
T. D. Aldoennetti
The Far Side of the Hill
After a week or so I discover it actually isn’t so bad to have Momma in charge. Once we learned her schedule things went pretty smoothly. It could have been worse, she could have taken over the studios too.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Fri, 2011/03/04 - 1:04am
Chapter Twenty Eight
T. D. Aldoennetti
I wake up in the morning to find everything has changed.
When Tan and I arrived home from the farm it was late on Friday night. Mom and Sis apparently had just gone to bed when we showed up. They hit their panic buttons before they knew who we were so we all had to explain everything when the security company responded in force. Other than that their six weeks were relatively uneventful.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Wed, 2011/03/02 - 10:26am
Chapter Twenty Seven
T. D. Aldoennetti
To question such good fortune, who am I?
Mom and Sis are settling into the house less than five hours later having gotten out of their house before Dad and my brother returned. Now some of my old phobias are beginning to threaten me. It’s a little difficult to remember they haven’t a clue, at least I don’t believe so.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Tue, 2011/03/01 - 6:00am
Chapter Twenty Six
T. D. Aldoennetti
Home is where the heart is...
The next couple of days go well. We’ve been pretty busy once again and I’ve had several photo sessions of my own as well as more language lessons. I’ve made arrangements with Tanner to invest nearly half of what I earn after taxes to begin to save toward my operations. For some reason, the idea of becoming fully myself... I mean, fully female is really beginning to take hold. Isn’t that funny? I’ve spent years trying to be male and now in just a couple of months I’ve embraced being a female and can’t wait to be more complete. Maybe Dad was right and there is something wrong with me... I mean other than being a woman who has been trying to be a boy.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Mon, 2011/02/28 - 3:55am
Chapter Twenty Five
T. D. Aldoennetti
Fairy Tales can come True, It Could Happen to You
Tanner and I are up early. The cryptic message from his sister telling us to appear at her working office today about a quarter hour before our scheduled 8:00 meeting, has caused us each some trepidation as we both wonder what she has on her mind. She apparently didn’t enlighten Tanner either. I’m essentially emancipated since dear old Dad signed the papers allowing me to find my own way in life. I think he was hoping I would starve to death. Probably the last thing he expected was that I would need him to sign some more papers.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Sun, 2011/02/27 - 10:35am
Chapter Twenty Four
T. D. Aldoennetti
Out of the Fire, but into the Double Boiler
We spent nearly five hours in Tony’s office going over possible scenarios and what if’ing about whomever could have done this if not Tanner. The questions remained, why target Tanner and eventually they came to include me as one of the potential targets.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Sun, 2011/02/20 - 12:16pm
Chapter Twenty Three
T. D. Aldoennetti
I’m a princess and I demand that glass slipper.
Finally! I’ve made a decision. Perhaps that was the problem all along, I couldn’t decide while at lower elevations and simply needed to be at thirty thousand feet in order to do it. I’m going to go for it and become a woman. I may never really be complete but at least I’ll be able to live with and accept my body as a female. Then too, I’ll eventually be married to Tan and go into training to become a spy. At least I think I’ll be a spy.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Sat, 2011/02/19 - 11:37am
Chapter Twenty Two
T. D. Aldoennetti
How I wonder What You Are
I spent at least an hour laying there in bed thinking about all this before Pam returned finding my eyes closed as I contemplated my fate. Some of the lights were on so she began preparing for bed and finally shut off the lights going to her own bed. I guess she thought I was asleep as she didn’t say anything and had only whispered my name a couple of times when she first came in.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Fri, 2011/02/11 - 9:12pm
Chapter Twenty One
T. D. Aldoennetti
Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star
The six Italian models remain behind as we packed up and moved on to Madrid. Here everything is location shooting causing us to range far afield sometimes traveling for several hours to go spend an hour or two shooting a half dozen outfits apiece. Here we have picked up two Spanish models so there are four of us. Unfortunately we don’t speak Spanish and they don’t speak English so Tanner and Kaitlyn do all the talking during the sessions.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Tue, 2011/02/08 - 4:45am
T. D. Aldoennetti
Everybody needs Somebody, Sometime
Tanner and I spent the rest of the day relaxing. He gave everyone today off with tomorrow as our finishing day and we made a point of letting some of the girls see us go into his room together... and locking the door.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Sun, 2011/02/06 - 8:40am
T. D. Aldoennetti
All the world’s a stage
I called down to the front desk after trying Tanner’s room where I received no answer. They tell me he has not left the hotel to their knowledge so I ask them to leave a message light on his phone then when he checks with them please have him call me. They agreed and I went back to playing with my photos, trying to see exactly how much detail can be found in them.
Submitted by T D Aldoennetti on Sun, 2011/01/30 - 8:46pm
T. D. Aldoennetti
All the people that I meet don’t wear a frown
The trip to Paris was almost as much a non-event as the flight across the Atlantic. I was a bit more prepared for the sounds of a landing this time and hoped I looked very much more the seasoned traveler.