Mine are out of the house now waiting for the thrifts to pick them up. I did however save the skinny jeans, cuz they were girl skinny jeans.

I gave away much of my clothing to Salvation Army, more because my style changed than because I couldn't wear my clothing anymore.

Ironically, now that I'm full time, I wish I hadn't given so much away because I had to buy more again when I wanted to go out crossdressed.

I'm slowly buying girly clothes and old one disappear to somewhere    (maybe is somewhere in storage room or dwarfs steal it  )
And I newer buy my male clothes (just some jeans, one jacket and one shorts), I always hate it, but now I spend lot time in shops, even buy one piece per month 
So I let free flow, even my transition is gradual

Since i am not on hormones, getting rid of all my boy clothes for the time being was very enriching, and helps me move forward.
I'm not sure what is meant by "how long did it take."
But only recently did I donate all my boy clothes, and leave some shirts for sleeping in. 

I actually still wear  boxers  theyre comfy.

I feel very feminine in my new clothes. It was a small process, but one day i was like: I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE.
I didn't want boy clothes to ever be an option again, even if I was in a slump. When I fall I tend to fall hard, so at least this way
i'm falling in my new clothes.

I kept them for a while which was a big mistake. I ended up "going back" to the old life for about three days under tremendous pressure from my family and church. That episode led to me getting in the happy place at a local hospital where an out of state shrink told me that I was fine and it was my family that needed to be adjusted.

After I got sprung, let go from my job, and left the wonderful state of Utah, I got rid of everything and have never, ever looked back at going to the dark side again.

Cindi

When I moved back to uni for my final year I could only bring so many items with me so I discarded and gave away all my male clothes to lighten the load.

I didn't have that many articles of female clothing. I only conformed to society's stance of what a "girl" should dress like for about 3 years. The other years I dressed completely male. I just had long hair. When I cut that ->-bleeped-<- off last year once again, I got rid of all the clothes that I had developed in the time span of 3 years.. I gave them to my mom and to my best friend.

I still have a few "female" articles of clothing but they look unisex. Cardigans mostly, and maybe a couple t-shirts and one sweater. It doesn't make me feel less manly to wear it. My dad, on the other hand, had a discussion with me in the car about getting rid of my Joe Boxer rainbow smiley face boxers and all of my purple cardigans and pink button downs. He was like "I'm not going to have a metrosexual sissy son" and I just laughed because I knew he was joking, but at the same time I know that's his outlook on manliness. He doesn't think metro is manly, but I don't really care what he thinks. I'll wear what I want lol

I can only think of one thing I had that was recognizably female, a pair of jeans, and I wasn't even out of the closet yet when I got rid of them. One day I was on a city bus sitting near some guys my age, and I felt such humiliation about the way I was dressed. I knew they didn't see anything weird about it, but it was awful. I'd only worn them in the first place because my then-boyfriend liked them. I donated them to a local social services agency.

Now I don't have girl clothes, but I don't really know how to dress like a guy, either. I'm not seeing a lot of commonality among male passersby on the streets, though, which makes me feel better about my sartorial aimlessness.

I've gotten rid of the obviously girlish stuff. However, looking through my dresser made me a bit sad, because I found clothes I hadn't worn since I was about 10-11, which was about when the gender issues surfaced. So in a way, it felt like I was losing my childhood when I gave those to charity shops. I gave away things like a pink hoodie, several white garments, and things like that. I kept things like band shirts and socks. I won't give away my custom-made ballgown with matching corset, partly because I could lend it to friends in need of party outfits, partly because of the memories associated with it (it made me feel very daring, to go to the school ball in such obvious drag, too bad nobody else noticed I was in drag ). I won't give away my Alice in Wonderland outfit, that one looks great for costume parties and it's based on my own design so it's one of a kind. I might look into buying a black bob-cut wig, should I ever want to recreate my old look (again, for costume parties).

I had let go of many things and people in the span of my short life to be sad about it.. but I was deeply thoughtful and aware of the moment and its meaning and implications, I was moved but not sad, to the contrary.

The stuff I discarded was less of a gender anchor and more about an era that just made its last and final stop. (Which is why I still borrow and wear guy stuff occasionally when I'm too lazy to do my laundry etc..)

When I was younger I was always a bit of a tomboy so there were never any obscenely girly clothes in my closet unless my mother put them there. I had a dress or two, one skirt maybe and some brightly colored, frilly shirts. There was never a "set" time when I got rid of them, I just slowly phased them out of my wardrobe-garage sale here, Salvation Army there. I wasn't sad about it, because I didn't notice it and even if I did I still wouldn't be upset. Those clothes didn't define who I was, or wanted to be as a person. They were just cover ups of what someone else wanted me to be.

I ditched the lot within a week of transition, sent it to thrift shops other than a few things I gave to friends.
Only my suit lingered longer because I wasn't prepared to just give it away for nothing at all

I had a big walk in closet, and the best of the old clothes just got less and less space over time.  My girlfriend adopted some it, and stuff had to go out to make room for new stuff.  I still have a few garments that were gifts, that I keep for memorobilia.

There are people who are uncomfortable with the fact that I am appearing more and more male over time. So I have been given some girly things and makeup as encouragement to stop transitioning. I want to give them to an MtF, but I'm still too shy to call the NW Gender Alliance (I see more mtf people affiliated with them where I am than with other groups) and ask for advice, and I'm afraid of getting abuse if I post in the free section of craigslist.

So the stuff sits. I wish it was easier to be who we are and help one another.

Instantly, I got kicked out of the house, the only thing I retain is what I was wearing that day. The only thing I had was the clothes I was wearing that day. I have no idea what happened to those clothes, most likely either thrown away or donated by my family. Its to bad I had some nice punk,goth,steam punk clothes. I could have turned them into something more fitting for myself now or I would have donated all of it. Though its interesting to me how I changed styles completely afterwards.

Oh yeah, thanks. I should totally do that. There are so many trans and gay and civil rights organizations that I occasionally interface with that I figured I should just ask one of them, but they're not here right now and the internet is.