Valentina. I volunteered to serve. I thought that I was the only heterosexual guy that loved wearing womens clothes. I actually thought that a few years of serving would "cure me".
I went home for my first leave. Family had a big party. The party broke up, Mom saw that I was down. She whispered to me that she had new clothes in my room. I slept in the new clothes that night.
I bought clothes every pay day and would rent a room on town.
I see a PTSD Dr, I told her many years ago. She asked if I blamed the military. Of course I said no way. She asked If I told you that I had a pill that would make you quit would you take it. I told her that I would run away as fast as I could.