Later we met again in the barracks, but we didn't touch on the subject. They and I were handling it discreetly, for the moment, because in the following days things started to change. As you can understand, during the period of military training, everything is done in a rush and there's hardly any time for anything. But there was time during moments of leisure: to flirt with colleagues, eat a sandwich in the canteen, look for ways to pass the time... Moments that were used to comment on all kinds of gossip and in which many of the stories that happened among "the recruits" were told, especially those that caused the most delight. In my company, the 14th, and neighboring ones, our escapades wouldn't take long to become known. Fortunately, they didn't transcend beyond that. At least, not at first.

Toñete, the gypsy, was following me around to keep me under control, continuing with the intention of making me his bitch. The day after the barracks incident, we practically couldn't see each other, since different exercises were done than usual and we were separated into different groups. With that, there was no way to organize anything that had been planned. From his Sevillian colleague, Manolo, I noticed that he was distancing himself from me, avoiding me, with a face that didn't want to get into trouble. But some time later, through Toñete, I found out that he had acquaintances from his neighborhood in the 13th, to whom he had told that in his barracks there was a faggot who used panties and was called "la culona". He also told me that they had freaked out and wanted to know who it was. The truth is that it even turned me on.

Toñete was a handsome gypsy, dark-haired and dark-skinned, with an athletic body, big eyes, and a charming smile that disarmed me. Very funny and "echao palante", like a good gypsy. Macho and dominant. If he had me in sight, he would wink at me and smile, stick out his tongue and pass it over his lips while looking at me, without caring about anything. He liked that everyone knew he had a faggot for himself. Especially when in the canteen he would sing flamenco and clap, and throw kisses at me from a distance to make me happy. He knew that I was in love with him up to my neck and he took advantage of it. And he also knew that I wanted to be his bitch. When he was already half-drunk, he would tell me in front of everyone: "Come, culona, show us your panties!", provoking the delight of those present. I pretended not to notice and kept drinking, as if I was passing on the subject. But I couldn't avoid blushing. Although by that time it was already public knowledge, the gypsy's comments, added to my reaction, were nothing but confirmation that it was true that I used panties, which made many people dedicate mocking smiles to me, accompanied by pats and pinches on the ass to turn me on. With a... "That culona!!" And not only did it not displease me, but it turned me on.

Two days later, at the door of the...