First partner

Although initially our relation was founded on compassion we had a good life and complemented each other well. Early in our relation I told her about my preferences for shoes and nightgowns but she had no problems with that. We sometimes bought identical sandals or boots and she even made some skirts for me. We had moved to another house and she kept complaining she was bored and it would be better if she had a child to rise. Sometimes we had sex and after about 2 years the inevitable happened and she got pregnant after a wild evening on a barstool both wearing over the knee-heeled boots. During the same year I built a house, married her and we became parents of a lovely daughter. Finishing the house took me longer as expected and I often got the critique that she had to raise the child all by herself because I was always working on that house. To finish it (after we moved in) I needed extra money and started giving flying lessons and dropping paratroopers every weekend, adding even more limitations to our family life. We had very little extra money and she was missing her shopping trips more than I did. In 1983 I was one of the first guys on my base to convert into the new F16 Fighting Falcon while reorganizing the mission planning and electronic warfare at our base to adapt to that new system. These were busy times again not allowing me my necessary exploration of my feminine side. A single student I was teaching flying was rich and I was naïve in thinking he bought stuff for my wife and daughter and went to nice places during the weekends in order to compensate what I couldn’t give them. I was the last to learn and after 7 years of marriage we decided to separate. In order to pay for all that I requested and got a transfer for a 3-year job at the headquarters in Ramstein Germany. I came home every weekend to pursue my flying activities in the aero club. My ex wife did my laundry and I slept in the third bedroom. From Monday to Friday I was in my apartment in Germany where I enjoyed my freedom and simple life. I started buying more feminine clothing from sales catalogues and also ventured outside in the dark wearing them. That was really exciting and the more I did it, the more comfortable and natural it felt. Slowly the excitement evolved into just a pleasant feeling. The job also was superb and I often flew with all kind of exciting jets as the F4, F18, F111, Buccaneer, Tornado, Harrier, etc, as part of the Nato evaluation Taceval team. 

Second partner

In the meantime I started a relation with an Air Force girl I knew. She was a single mother with an 8-year-old child that was raised by the grandparents. Sometimes she came over to Germany and the first time I had problems convincing her the clothes and shoes at my place were mine and not from another girlfriend. I was again lucky that not only she accepted it but often pushed me into wearing her nice leather pants or white hairy snow boots. She didn’t mind I sometimes wore heels although she was 6 inches smaller as me. I also started to discover the pleasures of sex but maybe that was because she was dominant and I preferred the passive role underneath her. The year I came back to Belgium I was 35 and the divorce was pronounced. My first wife left home with my child and moved to the middle east to marry that (ex) flying student of me.