No, I'm not detransitioning.
I'm packing up, getting ready to move out of my loft in the gay district of Dallas, and to move in with my fiance into a loft in Deep Ellum - a funky arts & music district. (Yup, I'm engaged now, as of Sunday 12/20/15.)
Anyway, I was going through my clothes, packing things, discarding things that I don't need or no longer fit (bras I had 6 months into transition no longer fit - I'm 40 DDD now,) when I came across my old CD stuff - mostly stockings and lingerie, although I am getting rid of the first dress I ever bought.
Somehow I no longer want to wear this stuff. I don't mind lingerie - its just these items, purchased pre-transition, don't seem right and are definitely not my style anymore. Mostly, though, I just can't look back on my time back then with anything other than sadness and horror.
I just don't want to wear that stuff anymore.
I'll buy other lingerie - I'm sure of that - it's just those particular garments bother me. Some of them are pretty tacky, and way too submissive looking for my tastes now.
It's kind of a weird feeling - that stuff was so important for so long, and now? I hadn't looked at some of it since I hurriedly packed and moved out of my home 2.5 years ago.
At the time I bought those garments, all of this seemed like a dream. Now? I'm so much more, and so different, than I ever imagined.