Very very close, but no cigar. I first started putting on my sisters clothes around 4-5 till that got stopped. It took another 8 years before I got smart enough and hormonal enough(?) to try it again. There was no going back, no stopping, no purging.
Well, "no stopping" isn't exactly true. From day 1 my wife knew of my GD. By that time I had vowed "I am just a cross-dresser" having gotten two transitioning experiments/total failures out of my system. All I mostly needed was the once a month a month escape from maleness. High tress times a bit more often. THen life slowly got in the way. Though by that time my wife even stayed around the house when I dressed, there was always way more things I needed to do. Plus I knew how much it did affect her. It took days for her not to Joanne when she looked at me. Add in a very heaping portion of Shame and Guilt, the CD'ing slowly faded away. Not the desire to. Never the clothes.
I think in a sense, the penultimate realization of what I call "The 3 D's". The use of Diversions, Distractions, and Denial to bury the woman inside. Which works fine until the excrement hits the air-handler and especially so when it is a manure spreader load of excrement hitting the ventilator fan for the Lincoln Tunnel, North tube.
Six years ago when I started on this journey, transitioning in any way shape or form was the absolute last thing on my mind. Within a year my wife often said "No sane person WANTS to be a 50 y/o woman" followed by the litany of societal pitfalls. "The bloom being off the rose" by 24 was a moot point to me. I (badly) experienced that part of life during that part of life.
A few months later Joanne saw daylight once more after I got the guts up to see my therapist presenting as female. No more hiding in the darkness for my monthly TG Support Group meeting. Gone was the old specter of "Some Guy in a Dress" feeling that haunted me in the past.
But.... Up untill 2 years ago I had the luxury of living part time as female. I was living and working 350 miles away from my home and my wife. Now we are back together and I'm working back at an old job having fun again. Except in this bucolic "Village" 10 miles from mid-town Mahatten I fear more for my safety and my property waaaay more so than in rural West Virginia.
During my time away, I learned where my true joy lies. The feeling of being totally genuine. Well, almost total. I was only part-time, not full. Many other aspects of my life were only as a male. Some of those aspects my need to be sacrificed in order to live life as a woman. So would either choice make me feel totally genuine? So for now the near term plan for my wife and I is to move away from this "Village" ASAP to some place closer to my job where I can once again live part-time