Some of the Knox class frigates FF in the early 90s were re-designated training frigates FFT and the USN crew was replaced with USNR-TAR personnel as transfer date happened. I was the last USN Independent Duty Corpsman on the USS Bowen. We were actually the first combatant to receive females but the IKE got credit for it. We did the harassment classes and the admonitions to "not mess this up," etc. We were as ready as we could be I guess but when they showed up early and in secret while inport Rosey Roads, it was still a major disruption based on hearing some of the crew squawk.
We checked onboard about 12 E-6 and below and a chief personnelman (PNC). The enlisted number was about the number of racks we had in AirDet berthing. The chief stayed in Boy's Town, aft junior officer's berthing, with the intent of a female JO sharing the room when so embarked. I had a unique view of the professional and personal relationships with this newly mixed crew. At some point everybody has to see Doc and regardless of the reason for the visit, I heard everything from problems with the family, stories about the new baby, to all the scuttlebutt from the mess decks. And from the ward room. And for sure from the CPO Mess.
We for the most part got along just fine as far as male/female relationships go in a confined space. The women did their jobs as well as or better than the male sailors. A lot of our problems came from the senior personnel who had not been to sea since their E-3-E-4 days and now were divisional LCPOs. Those problems were mainly operational and materiel in nature and not inter-personal. We did have one ugly issue before I transferred off. We were in Halifax (I love Halifax) with embarked reservists of many pay grades. A female officer was able to have a stateroom to herself without sharing with the PNC. Late one night a male officer, reservist, came staggering back and walked in her room with the intention of having relations. The female officer resisted and the noise brought out the PNC and a couple young Os who kept him their room until the CO or XO could be notified. The chief went below and woke me up. I went up and talked with her a bit and she said thanks but I'm OK. I didn't see any obvious wounds but stayed in case I needed to get her to the hospital. The XO came back from his stateroom just forward of the ward room. He's a hard sleeper, believe me. The night went on with reading of rights and whatnot and I finally told the XO that since this was officer stuff I was going back to bed. The alleged perpetrator, a LCDR, was flown with escort back to his reserve unit.
I've been in female dominated industries my whole life and boy/girl on-the-job relationships ain't that hard. Professionals of both genders usually realize that not only are they not that irresistible but most people can control their hormones, egos, and emotions long enough to get through a work shift or a watch.