I remember clearly when my draft number came up and I went for the physical, etc.
After the usual bare bones (stethoscope, finger, etc.), the next table had the psychiatrist(?), a big frog-like man with horn-rimmed glasses.

He asked, "Do you like girls?" I wish I had answered "No," but I nodded. I don't think it would have made a difference.

At the next table, they stamped "Army Only" in big letters on the form. I became army property.