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After Mom had decided she was going into a retirement home because she was a burden on me, even though I tried to convince her that she wasn't, I joined the Navy. As July 4 th was a holiday the 5th was the day I boarded the train for my trip to Boot camp at Great Lakes Illinois. Gone were the young ladies clothes and here were the bell bottom pants and white hat. I knew that there would be no more pretty dresses or ladies panties or silky stockings, but the next nine weeks were pure hell. Never a strong boy I had a hard time with the physical side of the training, but I survived that and the swimming. I had always been good at the books so the studying didn't bother me. The first 5 weeks passed in a blur, and it was time for my first liberty. 12 hours to do what I wanted with no one barking orders at me. I was tempted to buy myself a pair of panties and some stocking just to wear for a few hours, but decided against it as I would have to throw them away before I returned to boot camp. The liberty marked the beginning of the down hill stretch of boot camp and the rest of the time was easier as all of the physical side of the training had reached it's goals. After nine weeks of isolation from society we were thrown back into it with a full seabag and a set of orders to a ship or in my case to more training in Electronics for 26 weeks in Memphis. For all that time I didn't think of trying to dress like a girl. The studying was hard and took most of my time. I made some new friends and enjoyed my liberty with the girls in town. At the end of 6 month the Navy declared me a trained electronics technician and sent me to a shore duty station for three years. It was here that my craving for dressing up started again. I didn't have the money to do it with any style and no way to get away to a place to do it. After 2 years in the navy I shipped over for more advanced electronics training. The first 6 months of schooling the Navy gave me was only the basics This 6 months was all brain sweet and red eyes from long hours over the books. Again my eagerness for dressing up went away. No time for that and still keeping up with the studies. After graduation for this school I was sent to my first active squadron for a two year stretch. It was while I was in the squadron I meet my future wife and the love of my life. We only knew each other for about 2 months when we were married and started life together. Not much of a start with me being transferred to a new squadron that was getting ready to deploy in 4 weeks. The cruise aboard a aircraft carrier for a cruse that was to last 6 months, but ended up lasting 9 months. The next 10 years were a blur of happy times at home and another 4 cruises to the Med. It was the trips to the Med that were the worst. This was when I wanted to dress up. I did dress up as ofter as I could get an overnight liberty. and had the money to afford the cloths. At home I had my life with my family and needed nothing else, my family life was fulfilled my totally. In the process we had two kids which we loved and are prod of. My need for dressing as a woman was always in the back of my mind but I didn't do it but one or two times a year while at home and as I said, only rarely on cruises. I as time went on the draw to crossdressing seemed to increase and decrease as the stress in my life increased and decreased. As my navy carier reached the it's twenty year point and my son reach the start of high school, I knew it was time to find a place to settle down for the next four years so he wouldn't have to move from school to school during high school so I put in my papers to retire in the summer of the year between his graduation from Middle school and high school. At the time of my retirement I had spent over twenty years in the Navy and been married for over 15. In all that time I had dressed up for a grand total of maybe 2 weeks and never for over 4 hours at a time. Not a very long time concidering the amount of time I spent in the service. |
