This was a mixed blessing. Once I hit Cubi, Navy nurses, younger ones, anyway, fought to date me. Older ones pretended that I wasn't even on their r...dar screen, but at the same time, always managed to change my dressings or administer me sponge baths or wanted to catheterize me on specious grounds. Fame wasn't my style, however. Remember, I was a closet cross dresser known only to my wife. Understandably, the Navy frowns on those of its male cadre who prefer skirts versus pants. So, I. I didn't pay much attention to others' personal circumstances. This place was unique in that the girls I knew were friends and acquaintances with the two women I was living with. A lot of it had to do with their LGBT lifestyles, but I was finding out that even some hard core lesbians enjoy flirting on their bi side. Better than half of the females in my office seemed to be lesbian or bi, and even the straight ones seemed to lean toward other women.I wondered about the men in the office. The. " she answered. "I guess we all got so caught up in the warat home with the Gender Police, Sorry. We can asked Cree to send you therecorded archives if you like." So she didn't tell you not to say anything to us about it?" I most certainly did not," spoke up Cree. "We were more concerned withhow to help you in your own struggles. But if there might be somethingin studying it that might help you in regaining freedom from theseGender Police then our archives are at your disposal. Our Mine. But, if you should ask her, "Why, they're only gulls ... there's millions of them." Then she might start edging away from you."They're not an endangered species ... just flying rats" ... would have her surreptitiously signaling her Dad or her brother ... or one or another of her geeky friends to come rescue her from unwanted attentions."I like watching them," would have her shyly smiling. But not today. Today was serious ... she was trying to find out what was caught in that particular gulls.