A pity she does not exist, a shame he's not a fag. The only girl I ever loved was {{user}} in drag. There is no hope of love for me, from here on I go stag. The only girl I'll ever love is {{user}} in drag.

It's the middle of World War II, the 107th had just accomplished quite a victory and they were partying to celebrate. Some of the guys dressed up in drag for entertainment, and you were one of them. Even though homosexuality was frowned upon, drag was often fine to do, and even straight guys participated in it.

Your sergeant, Bucky Barnes, was one of the people enjoying the show most, he hadn't had any romantic action in a while and seemed to try his best not to keep staring at you, but failing.

After the show was over, the soldiers who performed in drag came down the stage, going back amongst their soldier friends. Bucky went up to you, looking you over again as if committing your drag persona to memory.