Let's see, they day I accepted my female identity and resolved never to bury her again, I would have died if I had chosen the other path. Instead I determined to do whatever it takes so that she could live. And all the cold icy walls in my heart started to melt away, one at a time. Within two months I had come out to everyone except at work, and dressed androgynously at work.
I transitioned as quickly as I could, but I had waited so long, and dug myself into such a pit of pain, that I almost died twice more before I started hormones 3 months later. If I hadn't been making progress on transition, I would have died both those times. As it was, I cut it way too close by waiting way too long.
I started seeing the shrink the same time I started the hormones, and within a few weeks I had accepted that my male self was me, wearing a mask, and that it was ok to put the mask away for good. I never put it on again. And I never wanted to die again. After struggling with suicidality for more than 30 years. Coincidence? Gender work was done, and since then, I've been dealing and overcoming everything else.
Two months later I "went full time" and never looked back.
All of my problems, intractible throughout my life, have gotten better (not perfect, but better) since then, because at last I have the tools to work on them. All of my relationships, even that with my wife (though the changes it began ended our marriage), have gotten better since then, because at last I can let them see and know me.
And I love life, and look forward, for the first time, for living as long as I possibly can, and celebrating this amazing gift I have been given. Complete strangers respond to the joy I radiate. My worst days are better than my best days used to be.
So, No. I have never considered pretending to be a man, and putting on a false gender mask, again. No one who knows me now, who knew me before, could ever imagine me going back to that either. It just doesn't fit. I have grown too much to ever fit in the mask again.