I went through the bubblegum pink phase really early on. I refer to this phase as my "lost girlhood." I was never swaddled in pink as a child. Apparently I needed that. I'm under the impression that this is quite common.
Early on, my feminine side was enraged... demanding of all my attention and effort, demanding acceptance from me, demanding acceptance from my wife. I spent most of my time dressed in boy clothes, feminine clothes were a hidden part of my life, so when I did get the rare opportunity to be girly, I went all out.
It appears to me that my life needs a certain amount of girliness. For a while, I'd go for long "dry periods" and then get a massive dose all in one go. That wasn't healthy. I've got an addictive personality, and I tend to view the world through that lens (lest an addiction consume me, I remain vigilant). During my dry periods I'd obsess about my next fix, and when I did have those opportunities, they were never enough. I needed smaller, more regular doses.
Today, I'm essentially out to everybody I know. My outfit selection depends on (1) which clothes are clean, and then (2) how feminine I feel that day. Some days I look like a fruity guy. Some days I look like a pretty ordinary guy. Some days I look like a cross-dresser who doesn't bother to pass. I'd like to be read as female about as often as male... but that's a ways off if it ever will happen.
Last week, I did two complete flips where I looked very feminine on Tuesday and Friday, and masculine on Wednesday and Thursday. Strangely, I kinda love living this way... even though it can be frustrating as hell when my gender flips mid-day and I can't tweak my outfit. I hate some of the reactions I get from people, but I'm happy to be me.