...Holy shit. That's really the best way I can explain what I feel after reading all of that.
I'd like to say that I understand what you're going through but I never had a stash of lady things hidden away in my parents place for just this very reason. I felt that if I really felt the need to explore that part of myself, I'd wait till I lived on my own before I did it. Mostly because any real money I had coming in I needed to move out.
Anything that your parents decided to destroy can be replaced in time, wigs purchased and breast forms invested in. But the memories and feelings associated with them can't be. Not to mention the added mass of hate and pain thrown at you from them. My advice?
Cherish the fact that you don't have to live under a roof that would have those sorts of actions done in. You're on your own now. Time to man up and face the world. It doesn't get easier, it doesn't really get much more fun. But the fact that you were thrown into it like you were and having the support of us here and friends out there... well, if you can thrive in the real world, well, that goes to show just how much of a man you really are, dresses and panties aside.
And if and when your parents do realize just how unbelievably horrible they were to you and try and reconnect, the power will be in your hands. You will be able to say that you made it through, surivived, pushed through and stand tall and proud of who you are. And if you still feel the need to have them in your lives, you do so on your terms. Not thiers.
Buck up. I've heard stories of CD'ers who have had alot worse things happen to them. Take what you can from this and move along. Oh. And keep an eye out for some sales.