There is a continuing theme on this forum an it seems to have raised its head a lot recently.
I was born this way.
I'm a woman trapped in a man's body.
I can't stop myself.
I have to express my feminine side.
Yada, yada, yada.
The fact of the matter is that when you were 3 or 6 or even 12 and tried on your first item of women's clothing, your inspiration wasn't a sudden burst of a few synapses that linked together which in turn fired those neurons that put you under the uncontrollable spell of crossdressing.
Your brain at that time did not possess the cognitive processes necessary to have such an epiphany.
Maybe Mom was very pretty and you wanted to look like her.
The forbidden fruit-you DID know you weren't allowed but just had to try it.
You liked the softness and tactile response of the material. Wanted to know how it felt on you.
You wondered what it would feel like to have boobs.
You wondered what it would be like to be a girl instead of a boy.
Aliens made you do it.
It's very simple.
WE LIKED IT.
It gave us pleasure and still does.
That's why we did it again and again and continue to do it.
No more excuses.
We love it and we're too selfish to give it up.