I was just watching a film, about a "typical day at TanSonNhut AB. This is where I spent the war, partially. I hadn't been in the Air Force near two years and I was going to Vietnam, thankfully with the Air Force, with only a brief stay at Beale AFB, Ca.
Why am I mentioning this? because it reminds me of all the times I thought and acted briefly on my crossdressing. I even was provided with a pink pleated skirt that I could have taken in my duffle bag to Vietnam and no one would have been the wiser, but I didn't, I was chicken. I opted to suffer for the year, and even stole a blue dress off the clothes line of a Vietnamese chow hall worker and tried on Mama Sans silky black pants and she even washed the dress and folded it neatly on my bunk. I would go to the BX every afternoon and watch for the ladies leaving at closing time wearing their pretty pencil skirts, especially a white american manager, and after seeing her I would go to the men's room and masturbate. Did you ever read John Steinbeck IVs' book, "In Touch" about Vietnam, well, this is mine.
What I could have done, I could have had a pretty suit of clothes made at a taylor in Saigon, instead I opted to have some "disco" suits made, a leather vest with fringes, a pink silk shirt and a brown suit with matching vest, ironically I didn't even use them.
A year and a half or so after leaving the Air Force I entered the Navy as a Hospital Corpsman, and while in San Diego at hospital corps school having just washed my clothes, I decided to park near the laundromat, where only police park, and wear a skirt in my car that I had found in San Luis Obispo at a thrift store in a bag outside. That skirt caused me to get busted for just a teenie weenie bit of pot that I had just smoked in a brand new corn cob pipe. I sure wasn't going to get busted for wearing a skirt, no not me. I wonder if it would have cost me that night in the county jail and subsequent short stay at the shore patrol shore station, probably not. They would have just let me go, after laughing and humiliating me, or worse taking my pants and making me wear the skirt to school in the morning, rather then searching my glove compartment and asking
if I ever cleaned my car?and rather then putting on those uncomfortable bracelets behind my back and forcing me to ride in the cruiser. I did get the humiliation, by getting out of the Shore Patrol van as my fellow students were taking a break from class that morning. It worked out, though I didn't get kicked out of school and there were no charges found against me.
Then recalling the time just after release from the Air Force at Rancho Cordova, CA and staying with a friend while having my car fixed, to go home to Connecticut, I finally got a chance to try on a couple of dresses in his female roomates closet, oh, and they fit and felt so good and I almost had a chance to get a green skirt too, I did try it on, it was in a bag in the garage waiting to go to the thrift store. A missed opportunity to own it for myself, not an opportunist back then, I guess.
Even while in bible school a dedicated crossdresser is not stopped, they call them "giveaway" with ample opportunities to collect a wardrobe. Crossdressing wins out and becomes what you've always wanted to do above and beyond all else in your life. Putting God first can't hold a candle to it, for even God is not big enough, or was God behind this all the while, hmm.
Why am I mentioning this? because it reminds me of all the times I thought and acted briefly on my crossdressing. I even was provided with a pink pleated skirt that I could have taken in my duffle bag to Vietnam and no one would have been the wiser, but I didn't, I was chicken. I opted to suffer for the year, and even stole a blue dress off the clothes line of a Vietnamese chow hall worker and tried on Mama Sans silky black pants and she even washed the dress and folded it neatly on my bunk. I would go to the BX every afternoon and watch for the ladies leaving at closing time wearing their pretty pencil skirts, especially a white american manager, and after seeing her I would go to the men's room and masturbate. Did you ever read John Steinbeck IVs' book, "In Touch" about Vietnam, well, this is mine.
What I could have done, I could have had a pretty suit of clothes made at a taylor in Saigon, instead I opted to have some "disco" suits made, a leather vest with fringes, a pink silk shirt and a brown suit with matching vest, ironically I didn't even use them.
A year and a half or so after leaving the Air Force I entered the Navy as a Hospital Corpsman, and while in San Diego at hospital corps school having just washed my clothes, I decided to park near the laundromat, where only police park, and wear a skirt in my car that I had found in San Luis Obispo at a thrift store in a bag outside. That skirt caused me to get busted for just a teenie weenie bit of pot that I had just smoked in a brand new corn cob pipe. I sure wasn't going to get busted for wearing a skirt, no not me. I wonder if it would have cost me that night in the county jail and subsequent short stay at the shore patrol shore station, probably not. They would have just let me go, after laughing and humiliating me, or worse taking my pants and making me wear the skirt to school in the morning, rather then searching my glove compartment and asking
if I ever cleaned my car?and rather then putting on those uncomfortable bracelets behind my back and forcing me to ride in the cruiser. I did get the humiliation, by getting out of the Shore Patrol van as my fellow students were taking a break from class that morning. It worked out, though I didn't get kicked out of school and there were no charges found against me.
Then recalling the time just after release from the Air Force at Rancho Cordova, CA and staying with a friend while having my car fixed, to go home to Connecticut, I finally got a chance to try on a couple of dresses in his female roomates closet, oh, and they fit and felt so good and I almost had a chance to get a green skirt too, I did try it on, it was in a bag in the garage waiting to go to the thrift store. A missed opportunity to own it for myself, not an opportunist back then, I guess.
Even while in bible school a dedicated crossdresser is not stopped, they call them "giveaway" with ample opportunities to collect a wardrobe. Crossdressing wins out and becomes what you've always wanted to do above and beyond all else in your life. Putting God first can't hold a candle to it, for even God is not big enough, or was God behind this all the while, hmm.
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