No he wouldn't have survived in the army at all. They would have doubled down once they realised his discomfort and constantly harassed him until he cried himself out of the squadron.

"Did they look at u-- um. You?" Steven asks as he hurries through the motions of soaping and shampooing himself up. "Isn't that weird?"

Steven rinses off quickly, making sure all the suds are out. He dries out quickly and takes Marc's shirt gratefully, putting it on while he's still damp to the touch. For a brief few seconds his hair is able to be tamed long enough to look like Marc's, but in no time at all it springs back into its usual curls.

"For what it's worth I'm glad you've been looking out for me. Really. Thanks for this too."