Stories from Military Members (Past & Present)

[Mandyflcd]

I did a forum search on military looking for a thread that was about cross-dressers in the military. I read through some of the posts (Kathi, your medical exam story was very moving) but didn't find a thread that was specific to forum members that serve or have served in any branch or countries military. So I decided to start this thread for any military (past or present) to share stories relating to being a CD/TG in the military. Anyone who was not in the military but has a story relating to CD/TG in the military, please post that too!

[sherri52]

Short story. In 1970 I was tdy (temporary duty) from Vietnam to Thailand. I was living with this Thai girl but the water there was brown. Not what I wanted to clean myself with. I asked the girl where I could shower and she brought me to the beauty salon, My first ever visit. The girls in the salon were all over me, a 6' 185lb american man. I got the royal treatment. My hair was washed. I was given a manicure and a pedicure while the rest of my body wash wiped down and cleaned, the blew dryed my hair and put some kind of dusting powder on me. At first it felt funny; being a man I didn't want anyone to see but then I started to like it. There was no cd'ing involved but the femme feeling was definitly there.

[Mandyflcd]

So here is my story... or a few stories all merged into one. :)

I served in the US Marines from 1997 to 2002. I did two overseas tours both on US Navy aircraft carriers. Back then I wasn't dressing 100%... it was mostly thigh high stockings, panties, bra, and maybe a dress... no wig or make up. My wife and I lived in base housing in a very small town that was filled with Marines so there was absolutely NO way that I would go outside of the house at all. My second overseas deployment came at last notice; 9/11 happened and we deployed on 9/16 with no clue where we were going, just that we were going to be the first ones to strike back at whoever was responsible for 9/11. Since I was slated to get out of the Marines soon after I got back, my wife moved back home and we gave up base housing. Anyway, I took some thigh high stockings and panties with me on the deployment. On an aircraft carrier, living quarters are very tight. Not as tight as a submarine I would image but still pretty tight. The only place I had to dress was in my rack (which was more like a coffin) with just one side covered by curtains. So I would dress in the thigh highs and panties under my blankets at night hoping that we didn't go to GQ in the middle of the night (where you have to go to your battle stations on the run because you're under attack). Every now and then I would wear the thigh highs and panties under my uniform but not too often just because of how much of a pain it was to dress in my rack so no one else saw. My wife also sent me out thigh highs and panties in care packages while I was deployed. If I had been caught with them I planned to say that they were my wifes but there was never an inspection and no one ever saw them.

Now I personally believe that cross-dressing and homosexuality is a lot more common than most people believe. I used to walk around the ship looking at people trying to guess if the person was gay, bi, a CD, or whatever else. I have no doubt in my mind that at least 2-4% of the 5000 people on that ship were cross-dressers; and maybe 1-2% of them did cross-dress under their uniforms.

After I got back from deployment I stayed at a friends house since I only had a month to go until I got out of the Marines and moved back to my home town with my wife. During that time I would cross-dress when my friend wasn't home which did lead to a few close calls! The three black & white photos on page 5 of my Flickr photostream were taken at that time (cannot post them here as they show a bit too much skin :D). That was also when I started using Yahoo to chat with others in the area. I talked with quite a few Marines at the same base as me that were either cross-dressers or into cross-dressers. One was a higher ranking officer and two were senior enlisted. I believed them all since they could "talk the talk" based on what rank they claimed to be. A week before I left town, I went over to one guys house and we cross-dressed and hung out for a few hours. It was a really cool experience because that was the first time that I had proof that my assumptions were correct in that I was not alone as a cross-dresser in the military and that it truly was more common than most people believe.

[StaceyJane]

The very first time I bought women's clothes for myself was on a ten day training mission to Korea. I bought a sexy leather skirt and a silk nightgown from a Korea store. I was staying off post in a hotel with a room to myself. I wore the skirt in my room during the evenings and slept in the nightgown at night. Such a wonderful feeling!
Unfortunately I got rid of everything in my "just about to get married" purge.
It was also while I was in the army that I first discovered the online TG community and was really able to discover that I was not alone.

[Kathi Lake]

Since I've been in for over 28 years (so far), I have a lot of stories! Some of them I've shared here, and some not yet.

I've dressed on every continent (OK, I was underdressed as we flew over Antarctica, so I think that counts :)), and plenty of countries. Korea and Thailand are my favorites. Korea because of the custom tailors, where I've gotten so many wonderful things. Thailand because they are so accepting.

Here's one story:

I was at Kunsan AB in Korea in 1983. The daughter of the owner of a dress shop and I came to be great friends after both many conversations and many American dollars spent at her family store. Her English was excellent as she was a University student. She never had an issue in creating all of the skirts and dresses for me. Her father would usually come and do the measurements. He was pretty quiet. You could tell that he wasn't exactly "getting into it." The daughter didn't care. You could tell that she had him wrapped around her slender fingers. :)

They had just finished a beautiful forest green sheath for me. It went perfect with a dark gold jacket they had made previously. As we were doing the final fitting, she said over and over that I was beautiful, that I should be a woman, that I should be a model, etc. Hey, I'm not immune to flattery! She asked if I had a wig. I said that since I had a roommate, hiding the clothes was hard enough. She told me to keep the dress on and wait right there. So, I stood in her shop for a few minutes in a dress and heels (which I also had custom-made. Did I mention how much I loved Korea?) and she came back with a black (duh) wig. She tried it on me and brushed it out. It was a short bob, but it really looked good with my cheekbones. She said we needed to do makeup. Heck, I had time so told her OK.

She went to get her purse and she started in. The foundation was obviously wrong for my skintone, but it got the idea across. She was really amazing with eye makeup, and it looked really cute. When she was done and led me to the mirror, it was "holy s**t" time! At this time in my life, I weighed around 120 pounds. With the dress and wig and makeup, I honestly looked pretty and convincing (Sigh. Ah, youth, how I miss thee!). She asked if I wanted to go out tonight - as a woman. I kind of panicked as most of the bars around the area were filled with GIs - most of them my coworkers. She said that she would take me to a Korean bar that Americans never went to - mostly University students. I had never gone out fully-dressed before, but figured, "who could possibly see me?"

As usual, Murphy was working overtime that night. When we walked in, once she explained to her friends who I was, they were all over me, fussing over me, complimenting me (through translation, of course) and running their hands over my curves (FYI - that's not the Murphy part :)). After about an hour, in walks two girls. Two American girls. At this base in the early 80's, there weren't a lot of women. Seeing another American that they didn't know interested them - especially as one was from Personnel and knew pretty much everyone on base. They came on over and said hi. I hadn't seen them until they walked up as I was having a friendly translated chat with a very attractive "real" girl who seemed very intrigued. When I heard them say "Hello, are you new on base?" - in English, with no accent - I almost soiled my pretty new dress. I turned around and said in a higher than normal voice, "No. I've been here awhile." The other girl worked at the base hospital and at least knew me from sight. She looked at my face, looked me up and down, smiled and told the other girl, "Oh, we've met." She whispered to the other girl. Her eyes grew wide and she started laughing. She said, Oh my God, I have a brother that does this! You look so Fu***n great!

Long story (my forté, I'm afraid) short (yeah, right). We had a great time that night (grins wickedly). The girl at the hospital and I started dating, much to the confusion of the other guys on base. You see, girls were very few and far between on base. They looked at her and they looked at me and asked "She's going out with you? What do you have that I haven't got?" Although I would have loved to tell them, "Let's see, start with a healthy respect for women based on both my attitude and a bit of "shared knowledge," and mix in the fact that I look very hot in a dress." (as Sabrina, the hospital tech put it, "I get to kiss a guy, but I get to see, feel, and smell a woman"). Instead, I just smiled cryptically and said something along the lines that a woman's heart was a mystery.

All in all, it was a great year! I'll have to tell you about the fashion show some day.

Kathi

[maid phylis]

my name is phylisanne and i was stationed aboard the uss yorktown during vietnam and my to be wife had sent me one of her nylons and that was the only thing i ever tried on while i was on board,.:love:phylisanne

[Mandyflcd]

Kathi... your stories rock! I get long winded too so I don't mind a bit. Have you been told you should write a book about your experiences? Not only would it be cool but you could make a huge impact on the state of the military mindset on things like this. But then you'd be mostly outed to the whole world unless you wrote it through a proxy author.

[joanlynn28]

Sorry, I feel like a bit of an outsider here, I generally stay away from the crossdressing side of the site but this thread really interests me and I would like to share some of my experiences that I have come across. To me there seems to be a very high number of military personel that are crossdressers. I grew up in San Diego, CA as most military veterans know is has some of the highest number of military installations in the United States. In the transgender groups that I associated with there seemed to be a very high number of girls that served in the military. I don't know if it was because of the high number of veterans living in the area or what. And a good number of them were still active duty. And not just enlisted personel but officiers too.

And I had run into some of these crossdresser officiers at a home improvement store and I could tell that he recognized me and made a quick exit. I am full time and could tell that I knew that he was a crossdresser. This occurred more than once that I know of.

But the most interesting time was at an after hours party a bunch of T-girls and I were at and someone asked what this one girl did for a living, she responded that she was in the navy and had duty in only two hours. It was like you better leave now so you can get ready to report, and make sure all your makeup is off.

The thing is I know a lot of girls that went through transition were veterans and some managed to leave the military without being outed and of course there are also the unfortunate ones that were discharged because of the stupid don't ask, don't tell clause. To me it doesn't matter, if a person wants to serve their country let them, some of the best people serving are GLBT.

A lot of transsexuals joined the military hoping that the experience would make them men, but the internal feelings about being a woman don't go away. I personally know of one woman who told me that she served as a Navy Seal, Special Forces, and Army Rangers, and I told her you did all of that and it did not change who you were on the inside did it.

Just want to say that I am glad that I didn't end up serving eventhough I almost enlisted into both the Air Force and later the Navy. When the Air Force recruiter found out I was only 17 he told me to come back in a year, I never did. And later on I ended up at the Navy recruiter responding to an ad that was placed in the newspaper. The navy recruiter wanted me bad, I scored very high on the battery test and he told me I could do anything I wanted in the navy. Of course after I left I came to my senses and told myself what in the world am I doing. Looking back I don't think that I would have lasted serving in the military. My transgendered feelings were too strong to ignore which would have probably outed me. So it was probably a good thing that I stayed a civilian.

But it also appears to me that there is a very high correlations between transgenderism and people in aviation. There is a large number of transgendered pilots, I being one of them. And why does the FAA have a specific web page for Airman to change their gender on their Airman Certificate. I attended an airshow once and there were five transsexuals there. One performing in the show and four of us as spectators. Someone should perhaps do a study on this one day.

[windycissy]

Never had the right opportunity to dress in the Army...I am curious if anyone was in the Navy and witnessed or participated in a Line Crossing ceremony, which I understand involves sailors being forced to wear drag the first time they cross the equator, anything to it?

[Rita D]

Wow- Kathy! What a story! I have never been in the military but can only imagine what it must have been like for you and other TG people in such a heavily macho environment.
Thanks so much for sharing- and don't apologize for length- you told the story with all the details I wanted to hear. Would love to hear more!

[Mandyflcd]

Never had the right opportunity to dress in the Army...I am curious if anyone was in the Navy and witnessed or participated in a Line Crossing ceremony, which I understand involves sailors being forced to wear drag the first time they cross the equator, anything to it?

As I said before I was in the Marines but did a few tours on Navy ships. I never crossed the equator (they call that becoming a shell back) but I do know of the initiation rights when someone gets promoted to Chief (E-7). They go through a few days of all sorts of embarrassing stuff... having to wear drag, getting an anchor shaved into the leg and chest hair, etc.

[Mandyflcd]

Wow- Kathy! What a story! I have never been in the military but can only imagine what it must have been like for you and other TG people in such a heavily macho environment.
Thanks so much for sharing- and don't apologize for length- you told the story with all the details I wanted to hear. Would love to hear more!

In my experience it wasn't as much of a "macho environment" as I would have expected even in the Marines. There were a few of the huge muscle head morons that walked around in tight shirts to show off but not too many. Most everyone seemed normal believe it or not! LOL

One of the theories I had about my own cross-dressing was that it was the thing that balanced out my male side. I am an alpha male... Marine, karate instructor, big into firearms, etc... all the things usually associated with male activities. But then I was cross-dressing at a very young age before I even knew much about what it was to be a male or female besides having different sex organs. So that theory quickly got tossed out.

[Mandyflcd]

To me it doesn't matter, if a person wants to serve their country let them, some of the best people serving are GLBT.

Well said! Well said!!!!

[TxKimberly]

Hmm . . . let's see. What is of any interest here?
My first career in the Army was working on a mid range nuclear missile called the Pershing. When you work with nukes, there are constant inspections getting on and off post, top secret security clearances, etc. I had a little Mercury Lynx station wagon with large speakers in the rear wheel wells. Well God help me if they ever got the idea that I had something to hide, because I always had the entire space under those speakers filled with clothes.
Somewhere around 1992 I spent six months on Lowery air force base going to an advanced course in Metrology. As a Sergeant at the time, I did have my own room but that only gets you so far. In the Military barracks, the first Sergeant and his representatives have the right to go through your room and inspect it any time they like. Well, one day I had finished a test early, and was given the rest of the day off, so I was in my room dressed to the nines and with makeup on when I heard two or three people making their way down the hall opening doors with the master key. I could hear them calling out what furniture was in each room, so apparently they were doing some sort of inventory. No time to get undressed, no time to wash the makeup off - I was dead. I stood there with my heart pounding, staring at the door knob and waiting for it to turn, still trying to think of a way out. That was when I noticed the clothes hanger that was hanging on the door knob and was struck with inspiration. I quickly grabbed the coat hanger, hooked one of the hangers corners around the handle of the dead bolt, twisted it once around the dead bolts shaft, then bent the hanger down and hooked it around the door knob. I swear only a second or two after I did this I heard the key enter my lock and could see the hanger twist as it resisted someones effort to turn the dead bolt.
"The damn things stuck!" I heard some say.
"Here, let me try." another replied, and shortly the hanger started to twist again. Afraid it would work its way loose, I held the hanger in place with my hands, and shortly that guy gave up as well.
"Well, leave it alone for now, let's move on."
They weren't but about three steps down the hallway when I started to quietly and quickly get my clothes off and get washed up. By the time they left the hall I was dressed appropriately and left the room in a hurry. No idea when or if they came back to inventory my room. . .

[Carroll]

Well, I decide when I was 19, I was not going to join the military, so I went in the Air Force :D
While I was station at Minot, I would got to an abondoned farm house not too far off base. There I would dress and walk around the house. I also went to Bismarck and rented a hotel room for a few days to dress. I had my clothes and wig hidden in the old house, but one day I went there and it was all gone.

[Noxvictum]

None of my crossdressing stories in the Navy have any entertainment value, so I will tell my favorite story.

My two good buddies in the Navy, Corey, Dave, and I, were in Singapore. We had agreed before hand we were all getting tattoos. Cheapest country to do it, and the quality is still very high. Well, we all get tatted up, drinking the whole time because they said we could (we were not gonna pass up the opportunity to drink). 6 hours later, we leave, with not much time to spare before we would be in trouble. The first cab we get, the guy says he'll get us there in ten minutes for an extra 10-15 bucks (I was drunk, I forget the real number). So we are going down the highway like a bat outta hell. The driver asks us if we want a drink, and holds up a half full water bottle. It's gin. Our driver was as drunk as we were. We thought it was funny as hell, and were convinced we were gonna die. We get there in ten minutes. We get outta the cab, laughing hysterically. We've got plenty of time to get back before we get in trouble. Ended well. We knew it could have been far worse, so we were happy. No use getting all upset when it was funny at the time.

[Kathi Lake]

Kathi... your stories rock! I get long winded too so I don't mind a bit. Have you been told you should write a book about your experiences? Not only would it be cool but you could make a huge impact on the state of the military mindset on things like this. But then you'd be mostly outed to the whole world unless you wrote it through a proxy author.Thanks Mandy!

I've never thought of writing a book. Honestly, I have the same experiences that many do on here, I just have a head for remembering details (I still know every computer password I've ever used. Wanna know my supersecret password that started up a session to our nonnuclear explosives database in 1980? 2esd9cp :)). Because of my love of reading, I guess I also have the ability to tell the story like the reader was there. That's my goal. Often on this forum, I hear a story that is along the lines of, "I go dressed up. It was fun. I then got undressed." Arrrrrrrgh!! How can I share your experience vicariously if you don't tell me lots and lots of useless detail?! :)

Kathi

[dennisGTS]

...But it also appears to me that there is a very high correlations between transgenderism and people in aviation. There is a large number of transgendered pilots...

How about an Army Blackhawk pilot???

Although I don’t have any “fun” stories to contribute I do have some almost “outed” stories. Here's one of them:

Like many of the military CD’s, dressing in the Barracks was not a very easy thing to do because of the possibility of getting caught… I always tried to time my CDing when I knew the duration my roommate would be gone. This incident happened back in the late 90’s when I was enlisted. I had come home to my room a couple hours early and knew that my roommate would probably have to stay late due to some aircraft maintenance. Surely, I’d have about 3 hours to be dressed before he came home.

I was dressed up for a little less than an hour sitting on my bed watching TV when I heard the door unlock and open. Luckily, due to the positioning of the wall lockers, the view of me in women’s clothes was blocked. I immediately asked him if he could give me a few minutes. He hesitated but kindly left the room.

I found out later that evening that his Platoon SGT let them go home early to finish the maintenance the next morning. Not long after that, we were having some beers talking about the incident, joking that he had walked in on me “choking my chicken”. Of course, I let him believe that because that would be the least of my worries if he’d caught me dressed in women’s clothes.

[leesametz]

other than a few pair of panties that i had picked up at a Meryvn's California, i didnt crossdress so much. i really started with earnest about 1998...

i was in the Air Force from 1985-1993. Beale California and Altus Oklahoma...

i spent 3-1/2 months at Lowry AFB in Denver myself Kim. i was there 7 Jan 86 to 15 April 86...

[Bea A]

I had the opportunity to cross the equator 3 times in the Navy. And yes, there was a beauty contest. Now most divisions on the ship made no attempt for their "girl" to look feminine, but some of them girls looked pretty good. Some a little too good. It sort made you wonder.... I took most of my clothes out to the beach and underdressed. that's about as far as a ventured out.

[Intertwined]

Never had the right opportunity to dress in the Army...I am curious if anyone was in the Navy and witnessed or participated in a Line Crossing ceremony, which I understand involves sailors being forced to wear drag the first time they cross the equator, anything to it?

Its called the Shellback Initiation. And its VERY frowned on.

BUT, I served on a fast attack submarine, and they still do a lot of things OLD SCHOOL.

When I was initiated, there was one wog (Pollywog) that had to wear a bra and panties over their other cloths during the initiation. Just a couple of Parts of very long initiation, crawling through weeks of saved rotten garbage, having grease, lard, thrown all over you, facing the royal barber, getting a reverse mohawk, or loosing an eyebrow, then facing King Neptune and having to drink THE Truth Serum, (no telling what was in this stuff NASTY) being asked are you a wog or Shellback, and if you answered wrong, you had to start all over again. When its all over, you get to go shower off, but, all the hot water is turned off, so you get to try and wash this stuff off in 50 degree water.

Being I was the Oldest wog they had ever seen, and, I supplied them with a Real Jolly Roger, (its a long story) they took pitty on me, and for the entire initiation, I got to stand beside King Neptune, "on my hands and knees" wearing only my skivies and a dog collar, with a rotty old soup bone in my mouth. I had it easy.....

[Noxvictum]

Its called the Shellback Initiation. And its VERY frowned on.

BUT, I served on a fast attack submarine, and they still do a lot of things OLD SCHOOL.

When I was initiated, there was one wog (Pollywog) that had to wear a bra and panties over their other cloths during the initiation. Just a couple of Parts of very long initiation, crawling through weeks of saved rotten garbage, having grease, lard, thrown all over you, facing the royal barber, getting a reverse mohawk, or loosing an eyebrow, then facing King Neptune and having to drink THE Truth Serum, (no telling what was in this stuff NASTY) being asked are you a wog or Shellback, and if you answered wrong, you had to start all over again. When its all over, you get to go shower off, but, all the hot water is turned off, so you get to try and wash this stuff off in 50 degree water.

Being I was the Oldest wog they had ever seen, and, I supplied them with a Real Jolly Roger, (its a long story) they took pitty on me, and for the entire initiation, I got to stand beside King Neptune, "on my hands and knees" wearing only my skivies and a dog collar, with a rotty old soup bone in my mouth. I had it easy.....

Ha ha, the best wogs were Master Chiefs and First Classes

[Beth Wilde]

Think I already told the story about my red toenails at my medical, that is my favourite, but there have been a few occasions where I have dressed at military functions (rocky horror karaoke, tarts & vicars, a course end party) and I often dress in my mess room, but only have as long as I can wait for the loo cos there isn't one in here!! Worst thing is the officers have en-suite rooms, and so do the junior ranks, but the sgts mess is 50 years old and not due to be demolished yet... Oh well.
As for near misses, I was on a 7 month training course in 2006 and I answered the door one evening without thinking in a light pink lipstick! Fortunately he thought it was strawberry lip balm so I acted horrified when he said it looked like lipstick! I did also have one night here where I had one of those sudden "NEED THE TOILET, NOW" moments late at night, I kicked off my heels and ran down the corridor to the loos, just locked the cubicle door when someone came in from the other entrance....... Had to outwait them to sneak back! All good fun.

[Mandyflcd]

Thanks Mandy!
Often on this forum, I hear a story that is along the lines of, "I go dressed up. It was fun. I then got undressed." Arrrrrrrgh!! How can I share your experience vicariously if you don't tell me lots and lots of useless detail?! :)
Kathi

I know what you mean. I've written some cross-dressing erotica in my day and even the simple stories get a little long due to the details. :)

[Crysten]

22 years - and was never really caught. But, due to the investigation for my clearance, somehow they found out about my dressing and included it in the report. To prevent blackmail, basically EVERYONE was told about my extra-curricular activities. Nothing was ever done, but my dressing was made public knowledge. This put me in the odd position of everyone knowing, and still not being able to talk about it or acknowledge it in any way. Not fun.

So - what I had was a lockable duffel bag stuck up into a locked wall locker in my room (back in the day when I lived in the baracks). I would arrange to have a roommate who worked a different shift - gone for eight or even twelve hours. Never really had any trouble, and was able to dress frequently (at least three or four times a week) for years. Got married, moved off base, and on it went from there.

Not as good as Kathi's story (and I did a year at Kunsan too) but there you have it. Kunsan was the place I literally worked 330 of the 335 days I was there, didn't even really get off base at all :sad:

[Mandyflcd]

22 years - and was never really caught. But, due to the investigation for my clearance, somehow they found out about my dressing and included it in the report. To prevent blackmail, basically EVERYONE was told about my extra-curricular activities. Nothing was ever done, but my dressing was made public knowledge.

I was curious about the investigation for a security clearance. Good to know what to expect if that comes out. :)

[Butterfly Bill]

My last year in the Navy I was on Okinawa and living in an off-base apartment and I became very enamored of a shopping district in Naha called the Black Market (it was one immediately after WWII and the name stuck after it became respectable). It was a maze of narrow streets full of little shops, lots of which sold clothing.

Have you been to the NCO Club?
http://www.geocities.com/tina_michelle_smith/ncoclub.html

[Granny Gray]

Most of the time I spent on Active Duty I kept my crossdressing on "vacation" and dressed in part only in the company of my wife. She was a total PRUDE, but amazingly got turned on seeing me wearing a pair of black panties. That's an aside story. I spent one 5 year tour in the old Strategic Air Command flying B-47E and standing alert with the birds loaded with 4 Thermo-Nucelar weapons... just waiting for the horn to blow. There were a lot of tense times, especially when American U-2 Pilot Francis Gary Powers got shot down over Russia and Kruschev pounded the desk in the UN with his shoes as drum stickes. I did on one occasion fly a 9 hour training mission fully dressed under my 'green tuxedo" (flight suit). I knew if caught I'd lose my wings, my commission, and be unemployed within a day. But I did it anyway. I don't remember much of that flight, other than it was summer and very uncomfortable with all those clothes on until the old Boeing staggered into the air and slowly began to climb. Central Kansas can be HOT in summer and FRIGID in winter, as I recall. Did I ever have any near misses? Get caught? Or other "adventures"? Not really. Professionalism as a member of a bomber crew was so stressed we had no time for anything else. My average work week those years was 80 hours, but I did "steal" moments here and there to enjoy my "dainties". Now, long ago retired (O-6 Reserve) and long divorced, I live alone and dress 24-7 and enjoy a facade free life. Granny

[ChacTzul]

The BEST wogs were Marine Generals !
Three crossings with grunts aboard.

[Kathi Lake]

Not as good as Kathi's story (and I did a year at Kunsan too) but there you have it. Kunsan was the place I literally worked 330 of the 335 days I was there, didn't even really get off base at all :sad:Pish tosh! All of our stories are great, because the're real examples of getting to live this life we love! Sorry you didn't get out more at the 'Kun. Although we had many days with 10-hour blacks in MOPP 4, I did have plenty of time to tour the countryside - in both male and female mode, shop till I dropped (with everything so cheap there, you can really go broke saving money), and basically had a glorious time!


I was curious about the investigation for a security clearance. Good to know what to expect if that comes out. :)Yeesh! I just had an enhanced one done a month or so ago - the most strenuous one yet. Wonder what'll become of that. I'm already my unit's "Designated Girl" (they use another term, of course) as we have no "real" women. Guess we'll find out. :)

Kathi

[gender_blender]

My story is a little different. I never had a choice in the matter. I was born on an Air Force base as a dependent to military-enlisted parents and grew up as an only child on various military installations. We were even stationed in Japan for a few years. You can imagine my father's rage upon catching me crossdressing as a child. My parents retired as E7s and I went to college to get my electrical engineering degree. I currently work at a Naval shipyard on submarines. I never actually enlisted (by choice) and yet, even in my mid-20s, I've lived with the military longer than some of the Navy personnel I assist on the boat.

[DonnaT]

I kept my things hidden back at my parents house, and only dressed when home on leave.

That is, until I got married. My wife was also military.

Shortly after being married my wife complained about the hair on my legs and threatened to shave them. After making these idle threats a few times, I then dared her to do it.

So she did, partly, and I had to finish. She really liked them that way. Luckily we never had PT in shorts.

One day she was on the phone with my mom, and she told her what happened. At some point the discussion of pantihose arose, and the next thing I know, I'm trying on hose over my smooth legs for the first time.

This progressed to me dressing up for my wife, and she even gave me a wig she use to wear. I then wanted to complete the look and did my makeup for the first time. Being an artist, the makeup was easy to do.

My wife thought I looked great, and remarked that if we had a daughter she would be beautiful. :daydreaming: And she is. :D

My first reaction was to suggest she get dressed and we could go to the mall and do some shopping. That didn't happen. She said she didn't mind me dressing for her, but it had to stay in the apartment.

One day she asked why I liked dressing up, and I told her everything, and that I was a transvestite. The term crossdresser hadn't been used in those days.

Screeech!!!! She looked up the word transvestite in the dictionary one day, and immediately called a halt to the whole thing. The dictionary included a reference to homosexuality.

Took some explaining that this wasn't true, but the seeds of doubt had already been implanted into her mind.

Thus began the roller-coaster ride we've 'enjoyed' over the past 34 yrs.

[JulieC]

I never crossdressed in any respect while on duty. Somewhat early on, I was privy (though not there) to a situation involving a gay sailor. He was taken to the engine room, hands bound, tied to the overhead, coated in oil and literally beaten to within an inch of his life. Everyone on the (small) ship knew what happened. Nothing ever happened to the people that abused him.

Ironically, I was hit on by a male chief petty officer about a week later. I'm not gay, so I turned it down, but of course said nothing to anyone.

Anyway, the physical assault sent an extremely powerful message to me. If I dared to crossdress in any way that might be detected, I could expect similar treatment. I'm sure that's the message that was, at least, partially intended by the sailors who beat up the gay sailor.

[Sisse4u]

Good subject; YES, had a "MOST SECRET" clearence (up until those *sshole Navy Spies the Aim's) I was stationed on a NAS (Naval Air Station) close to Russia. I loved to wear a Leotard & Tights under my running suit. On OKInawa, I would buy & wear panties when I was in town or getting drunk. The Fear of getting caught or a surprise inspection was a constant worry. :)

[Alexiax]

Mandyfldc.........Know of one all too well. Fellow pilot in my USAF squadron lost his security clearance because he got outed by a jilted GG girlfriend who was mad at him when she found outhe drossdressed. She told our commanding officer and that ended his carreer.

[MichelleP]

I spent the 80's in the Army, was taught Spanish and first aid and ran around in Central America for a while training illiterate teenagers and chasing drug lords on the US payroll. I kept my dressing very suppressed during that time and really began to contemplate my life and question my identity - it was an agonizing time for me (I'm the original over compensator). It was also the beginning of the end of my first marriage which dragged on for several more gut-wrenching years. To her credit, I was never home. As an 18-delta, I bandaged lots of grunts in the field and became the go-to guy for those nasty personal "rashes" one picks up after a 'date' with one of the locals. On one occasion a butter-bar came stumbling into my rack hobbling on one good leg. He had slipped and cracked his shin on the hitch of 'water buffalo'. He was freaked out and half drunk. I'm thinking why doesn't he just report to the medical officer? He has me examine him in the latrine (this is like 3 in the a.m.). He drops trou and has got this hematoma the size of an egg on the front of his shin. What’s more his legs are shaved and when I pull off his boot, yep - nail polish, sorta pinkish-clear but noticeable on his toes. He's nervous as a cat passing a razorblade. He waiting for me to react, I guess. I told him that it wasn't too bad and the skin wasn't broken etc. I told him to put some ice on it, keep it elevated, and keep off it as much as possible. He thanked me and began to mumble something and I just told him “Sorry, Lieutenant, I don’t see anything reportable here but, if it gets worse and you have to go to the hospital… I’d remove the polish.”

Michelle

[Alexiax]

True.........there are many CD/TGs/TVs/ in aviation. I know that for sure!

[Ashlee]

True.........there are many CD/TGs/TVs/ in aviation. I know that for sure!

And at least 1 in MX here.....(besides Kathy Lake)

I did a year at the Kun too in 92-93.

[RebeccaLynne]

Did my stint with the USAF. We didn't have barracks, we had dorms. I had a nice first floor corner room all to myself. Kinda like college, really.

Being in Medical Material as an Inventory Control Clerk, I had access to the dry-cleaned clothing being returned to the hospital squadron from the base cleaners. One of the nurses apparently failed to separate her bra and panties from her laundry, so they were appropriated by yours truly. Adding a white nurse's dress, and a rolled-up pair of socks as boobies, I was in heaven! A variation on the nurse fantasy, to be sure, but it was fun!

Of course, I always kept my fingers crossed during locker inspections, but was never discovered. And I never considered purging!:heehee:

[Leslie Mary S]

I was USAF from 1962 to 1982. I held an AFSC of 901x0 the first 3.5 years. (Flight surgeons Assistant in those days later renamed ParaMed). I found a cleaver way to CD in public. I was into Square Dancing and when ever ay skit required a male dancer be dressed as a female dancer, I would work my way into it. My wife was supportive for the skits. I never told her that I was secretly wearing some of her outfits when she was in town shopping, but I bet she knew. The remader of my USAF career I was a T306x0.

Then there was the time in Germany in1968 when the wives club had a wig show were people could try and buy wigs. Yep I bought me a dirty blond shoulder length job. It looked very hippish. so I simply said it was for use with my 'hippy' clothes. had it for 10 years. It also helped with the female skits.
I never lacked for female square dance cloths. I made both mine and my wife's outfits. Later on I also made the outfits for both of my daughters and my son. One set was even used at a national Square Dance Convention. (I was male for the show), but I had sewn everything worn, Men's pants, shirts, vests and sleeve garters. Woman's skirts, blouses, vests, Petty Pants, Petty coats, and even the garters. I had even tooled my son's and my belts.
I really did want to wear my outfit but the wife and kids said 'NO!'

[Jaydee]

Another aviator here. I spent 25 years in the Air Force. As a married officer, I never lived in the barracks, but did spend a lot of time TDY. I was always very careful. I occasionally underdressed beneath my flight suit, but usually on cold days so that I could use the excuse of added warmth, if caught.

Jaydee

[PretzelGirl]

20 years in the Army and I can't see how some of you did it. First off, I only underdressed for part of the time and had things for when the wife and I were alone and that was it. No full dressing.

But if I look back, first I was in tanks and lived in the barracks in 40 man bays. No way I would even try the most minimal underdressing. Even later on in my career when I "graduated" to two person rooms, inspections were too frequent to hide stuff.

I once remember going around the barracks rooms with the First Sergeant checking out each room. He knew where multiple stashes of drugs were hidden in various rooms. Said he just wanted to wait until the stash was larger to really bust the person. Never saw him identify a stash like we would have. :whew!:

To all of you that were able to pull it off: :cheers:

[Joy Carter]

Sorta in the military, sorta outted, twenty years sorta went down the drain. It's OK, as I got my retirement out of the b########.

[Crysten]

Great stories everyone!! Great idea for a thread too.

So here's my situation presently. I JUST retired. Like, this week. So now I have to figure out how to incorporate dressing into my civilian life since the bean counters aren't looking over my shoulder any more.

My concern (and I believe my wife's concern as well) is that I let my dressing go wild and take over my life. More than it has already anyway. LOL.

With my kids constantly around it's sorta difficult to dress with any regularity. I guess it's just weird to not have that preassure of of the military bearing down on me constantly. What a relief!!

Short tale here - my wife had a med condition that caused her to gain - I would guess 150 pounds over the course of like two years. They FINALLY figured it out, got her on the right meds, and she's back down to 120 pounds. Sooo.......I confiscated all her clothes as she went through my size range :) including like 6 pairs of jeans.

So that's how I"m dealing presently. I wear panties, nylons, and womens jeans just about all the time. Not a bad way to go. Occasionally a bra or bodysuit. I think that will have to be my balance point for now anyway.

Anyone else have to figure this out when you retired/got out of the service?

[Kathi Lake]

Anyone else have to figure this out when you retired/got out of the service?Retire?! Heck, I'm havng so much fun now (can't wait to be on the F-35), that they'll have to kick me out!

:)

Kathi

[Susan.]

I don't have any stories, especially as good as Kathi's. I was in the Marine air wing for 4 years but didn't crossdress at all, even though I had been doing it all my life.

I guess the most interesting thing was an outing in Singapore. My maintenance shop ended up at an outdoor drag show with ********. Back in the '70s that was a big deal. It was such a big deal back then that I remember reading about them later on in a men's sex magazine (ala Playboy). I was totally amazed at how good they looked. They looked so good to one co-worker that he went home with one.

[donnatracey]

Wow - what stories! Was USAF for 23 yrs and never underdressed as I usually went to the gym everyday to run 6-7 miles.

Started with my ex's clothes/makeup and was finally caught by her - not real thrilled but not overly upset. After our divorce I was a single parent for sometime overseas so had to be real careful though enjoyed time in the summers when my child was home visiting his mom! When I lived alone I had some nice times on the weekends but always made sure the lipstick, makeup, (esp mascara) and nail polish was completely off....:daydreaming: Ah, the memories but no close calls fortunately....:straightface:.

Though nothing compared to what I've heard here! You girls rock!!!

[fun4metoo2004]

Never had the right opportunity to dress in the Army...I am curious if anyone was in the Navy and witnessed or participated in a Line Crossing ceremony, which I understand involves sailors being forced to wear drag the first time they cross the equator, anything to it?

I spent 20 years in the Navy, and participated in three crossing the line (Shellback) ceremonies, and four Chief's initiations.

On the first crossing the line, one of the Polly Wogs that eventually was crowned Wog Queen, was absolutly stunning. Some time later he was caught in a compromising position with another Sailor in the shower while deployed and was discharged(both were).

I never had to wear anything other than drab clothes, however many times I really wanted to.

Going to the Phillipines where it is common to see TS/TV's (socially accepted), some were very amazing and others were not even close to passing.

[fun4metoo2004]

Great stories everyone!! Great idea for a thread too.

So here's my situation presently. I JUST retired. Like, this week. So now I have to figure out how to incorporate dressing into my civilian life since the bean counters aren't looking over my shoulder any more.

My concern (and I believe my wife's concern as well) is that I let my dressing go wild and take over my life. More than it has already anyway. LOL.

With my kids constantly around it's sorta difficult to dress with any regularity. I guess it's just weird to not have that preassure of of the military bearing down on me constantly. What a relief!!

Short tale here - my wife had a med condition that caused her to gain - I would guess 150 pounds over the course of like two years. They FINALLY figured it out, got her on the right meds, and she's back down to 120 pounds. Sooo.......I confiscated all her clothes as she went through my size range :) including like 6 pairs of jeans.

So that's how I"m dealing presently. I wear panties, nylons, and womens jeans just about all the time. Not a bad way to go. Occasionally a bra or bodysuit. I think that will have to be my balance point for now anyway.

Anyone else have to figure this out when you retired/got out of the service?

I retired from the Navy almost 14 years ago now. Went from a High Stress job in the Navy to a High Stress Job in the Transportation industry.

I love my job, and have over the years accumulated a significant amount of underdressing stuff.

I never see myself as a complete CD, or even ever going out.

[Myojine]

Wow- Kathy! What a story! I have never been in the military but can only imagine what it must have been like for you and other TG people in such a heavily macho environment.
Thanks so much for sharing- and don't apologize for length- you told the story with all the details I wanted to hear. Would love to hear more!

it is hell. im slowly loosing my soul. im here at AIT part of Initial Entry Training, to learn field artilary.
i cant stand the way men act at all.
im loosing bits and peices of my sanity because just being around it makes me feel like shit(so degraded) because of the way they treat women here.

[drushin703]

I was station on board a fast frigate or distroyer escort ship and had the
opportunity to cross the equator on three different occasions.I was always
considered too wierd and aloff so I never perticipated in any initiations.But
being in communications, there was a certain aux radio room that I could
lock from the inside and have private time all alone.I would go there and
slip on my pantyhose and playtex free spirit girdle and have a wonderful
time.some of my fondest and earliest crossdressing memories came in that
room.even though bras, makeup, poise pads, nail polish, breastforms, wigs,
and purses would come much later, those early shipbord memories are
priceless........go navy.dana.

[dennisGTS]

Another time when I was almost/possibly outed was when I was enlisted and living in the barracks; my unit decided to have a health and welfare inspection. As most military members know, these inspections most often come with no notice so that the soldiers have no time to get rid of any contraband. With my case, I couldn’t get rid of or hide my small duffle bag that had the stash of women’s clothes in it.

I was nervously standing outside my room when the two NCO’s finally came to my room to inspect. After looking at the other roommates stuff, they came to my wall locker. After sifting through my stuff, they came upon my duffle bag - it had a lock on it - and they asked me to open it. I tried to convince them that it was just clothes but they still wanted to search it.

It was then I broke down into tears and was trembling at the thought of getting “outed”. I asked if I could have just one NCO inspect the bag and they agreed. Mind you, this guy that was about to look into that bag was a big muscular black guy that looked like Debo from the movie Friday; very intimidating man. As he was rummaging through the bag, with the look of bewilderment he gazed up at me and asked, “What are you?” With extreme fear, the only answer I could muster was, “I’m straight…”

After he was finished with inspecting the rest of my stuff, I asked him if this situation would remain confidential. Although he assured me of this, it was years later, after I pinned on my Warrant Officer rank, that I caught up with an old enlisted friend and after doing a little reminiscing, found out that the NCO had told a few of his buddies of what he found in my room before he retired. Apparently, rumor went around about me that I had “all these sex toys and stuff” but I never heard or was just oblivious to the rumor. Looking back, it was an enormous scare for me but with and anti-climatic ending…which was a good thing might I add…

[VtVicky]

22 years USAF (including Minot and Lowry)

One time, after I was commisioned, my unit, (hospital) was participating in some kind of odd Halloween thing at the the "O" Club. We decided to do a "float", of sorts, depicting "M*A*S*H". At lunch one day, my CO sat down at my table and asked me to play Klinger. I asked why me, and he said I was the only one on his staff with the ego strength to pull it off. (Seriously, I don't think he had a clue about my "hobby")

At the time, I was dating a delightful British GG, who also didn't have a clue about me. She agreed to help me out with buying clothes and getting me dressed. I decided this was too good an opportunity to get some new clothes rather than using anything I already had. Although completely unnecessary, I bought some new lingerie to "complete" the look. She was not very familiar with the TV show, so she didn't know how unnecessary it was.

The worst part of the evening was chewing on the required Klinger cigar. The rest was fun. Until we got back to my room in the "Q". Then it turned spectacular. That was the first time I ever had sex while dressed enfem.

It was only a one time thing, (enfem), because, I didn't want to press my luck. She was a sweetheart, and I didn't want to risk losing her in case she got freaked by knowing the CDing was more than a one time thing.

[sissystephanie]

A great big THANK YOU to all of who have served, or are now serving our Country!

I served 4 years in the U.S.Navy, during and right after the Korean war. Most of my duty was Aircraft Carriers as a Radar Operator. The only time I did not have a feminine garment to wear was the time in Boot Camp in San Diego. From then on I always had some panties to wear, even when aboard ship. I had fixed an opening in the lining of my Pea Coat ( A heavy all weather coat) that no one could find and kept my panties in there. And Kathy, I never got ashore in Korea, but did get many nice things in Japan!

BTW, I did get to escort Grace Kelly when she was filming a movie aboard the carrier I was on. Major highlight of my Navy career, and yes I was wearing pink nylon panties at the time!:heehee:

[Kathi Lake]

Another time when I was almost/possibly outed was when I was enlisted and living in the barracks; my unit decided to have a health and welfare inspection. As most military members know, these inspections most often come with no notice so that the soldiers have no time to get rid of any contraband. With my case, I couldn’t get rid of or hide my small duffle bag that had the stash of women’s clothes in it.

I was nervously standing outside my room when the two NCO’s finally came to my room to inspect. After looking at the other roommates stuff, they came to my wall locker. After sifting through my stuff, they came upon my duffle bag - it had a lock on it - and they asked me to open it. I tried to convince them that it was just clothes but they still wanted to search it.

It was then I broke down into tears and was trembling at the thought of getting “outed”. I asked if I could have just one NCO inspect the bag and they agreed. Mind you, this guy that was about to look into that bag was a big muscular black guy that looked like Debo from the movie Friday; very intimidating man. As he was rummaging through the bag, with the look of bewilderment he gazed up at me and asked, “What are you?” With extreme fear, the only answer I could muster was, “I’m straight…”

After he was finished with inspecting the rest of my stuff, I asked him if this situation would remain confidential. Although he assured me of this, it was years later, after I pinned on my Warrant Officer rank, that I caught up with an old enlisted friend and after doing a little reminiscing, found out that the NCO had told a few of his buddies of what he found in my room before he retired. Apparently, rumor went around about me that I had “all these sex toys and stuff” but I never heard or was just oblivious to the rumor. Looking back, it was an enormous scare for me but with and anti-climatic ending…which was a good thing might I add…Oh my! I had the same exact thing happen to me, except my search was due to a roommate who was actually OSI. I never knew what they thought I did, as the charges were dropped, but the feeling of being called off the flightline, being sent to the dorms and having to open my wall locker was very "sac-tightening" shall we say. When they got to my stash of girl stuff, I just said, "Oh, those are Kathi's." I assume that they assumed Kathi was my girlfriend. I guess that a girl in my dorm room was a much less charge than what they thought they had me on, so nothing came of it - except my very first purge. :)

[shayleetv]

It seems that I have never had a good experiences while in the military. The last time I shopped En Femme was in 1967 and was arrested by the cops. I was never convicted because the SA who hated crossdressers somehow read me, but she asked me if I wanted to try on what I was shopping. When I came out of the dressing room a cop was there waiting. I was taken before the justice of the peace and taken to jail to be mug shot and finger printed and a court date set. I pled not guilty to the vagrancy charge because I had been invited to try on the clothes. An investigation took place and then the charges were dropped when it was shown that the SA was the one who set me up. Back in those days the cops could arrest you for just being En Femme. Glad the Supreme Court struck down vagrancy laws so you can't be arrested for doing something that is legal just something a cop doesn't like for you to be doing. Forever since I have lost my taste for shopping dressed En Femme.
Now for the military part of this story. My CO was the superior to the arresting officer. The arrest went across his desk. When weekend drills started up in the fall I was pulled out of first formation and sent to Batallion Headquarters. The Chief Med Officer wanted to see me. It was he who told me I was medically unfit to serve and was going to be separated from the NG. Atleast they were nice enough to give me an honorable discharge for medical reasons. I had done some special things for the Batallion CO and he wanted to talk to me about the "problem". I must have changed things with that conversation because my CO wanted a dishonorable discharge and Batallion had it changed to an honorable.

[robyn1114]

And at least 1 in MX here.....(besides Kathy Lake)

I did a year at the Kun too in 92-93.

I'm another MX girl and I also did a tour at the Kun in 96-97

[borbiusle]

22 years - and was never really caught. But, due to the investigation for my clearance, somehow they found out about my dressing and included it in the report. To prevent blackmail, basically EVERYONE was told about my extra-curricular activities. Nothing was ever done, but my dressing was made public knowledge. This put me in the odd position of everyone knowing, and still not being able to talk about it or acknowledge it in any way. Not fun.

So - what I had was a lockable duffel bag stuck up into a locked wall locker in my room (back in the day when I lived in the baracks). I would arrange to have a roommate who worked a different shift - gone for eight or even twelve hours. Never really had any trouble, and was able to dress frequently (at least three or four times a week) for years. Got married, moved off base, and on it went from there.

Not as good as Kathi's story (and I did a year at Kunsan too) but there you have it. Kunsan was the place I literally worked 330 of the 335 days I was there, didn't even really get off base at all :sad:

Damn that sucks. I'm about to apply for my clearance for an intel job I want, I've never been open about CD'ing except online and this woman I talk to over Instant Messenger. Aside from this, I have a clean record. I hope this won't disqualify me.

But anyways, I'm USAF. 3 Senior NCO's from another squadron did a random room inspection on me one time with military dogs in my living quarters looking for drugs, contraband and whatnot. I had to stand outside my room but I could look in at any time. I kept all my lingerie and heels and whatnot in a black duffle bag. They did open it and rummage through a bit, but I don't think it really aroused suspicion. By a stroke of sheer luck, I had gotten rid of all my anal beads and other toys by accident a week prior. All they confiscated was a bottle of Nair and some Anal lube that was leaking (ewwww). Definitely the most intense moment of my life there.

[JessicaS]

I am in the Army, serving in Iraq actually. I dont have a whole lot of stories involving getting outed or anything of the such. I have had a few health and welfares come up, but being an NCO I get wind before hand and usually dont get looked at. Out here now I am on a little tiny post with absolutely no privacy, so I am having to leave the CDing behind until I get home. I see there are alot of dressers on here that are military, and that makes me feel a lot better knowing I am not alone. See you on the front lines ladies!

[JulieC]

I am in the Army, serving in Iraq actually. I dont have a whole lot of stories involving getting outed or anything of the such. I have had a few health and welfares come up, but being an NCO I get wind before hand and usually dont get looked at. Out here now I am on a little tiny post with absolutely no privacy, so I am having to leave the CDing behind until I get home. I see there are alot of dressers on here that are military, and that makes me feel a lot better knowing I am not alone. See you on the front lines ladies!

I think there's a disproportionately higher number of CDers in the military than in the same general population. Reason? I see so many stories of kindred spirits who joined the military as a coping mechanism to some degree with their non-100% male gendered nature. "Maybe I can macho this out of myself"

I joined the military too, but it had nothing to do with being a coping mechanism that I was ever consciously aware of. I just wanted money for college that I otherwise didn't have ready access to.

[StaceyJane]

I am in the Army, serving in Iraq actually. I dont have a whole lot of stories involving getting outed or anything of the such. I have had a few health and welfares come up, but being an NCO I get wind before hand and usually dont get looked at. Out here now I am on a little tiny post with absolutely no privacy, so I am having to leave the CDing behind until I get home. I see there are alot of dressers on here that are military, and that makes me feel a lot better knowing I am not alone. See you on the front lines ladies!

When I was in Iraq I felt less pressure to CD because the girls wore the exact same things as the guys. In fact after a few months everyone was so dirty the girls looked pretty much like the guys.
Then one day a couple of Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders came and reminded us what girls were suppossed to look like.

[JulieC]

When I was in Iraq I felt less pressure to CD because the girls wore the exact same things as the guys. In fact after a few months everyone was so dirty the girls looked pretty much like the guys.
Then one day a couple of Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders came and reminded us what girls were suppossed to look like.

Well, girls aren't supposed to look like anything.

But, a woman dressed in very feminine attire will definitely inspire me to crossdress, wanting to be dressed like them.