I remember having a "bored with crossdressing" moment years ago. It lasted a week or two. I recall looking over my stash, thinking, "this is just stupid!" and just tossing it all. It wasn't a purge of guilt, or any other negative, I just lost the urge and figured I was over with it. A week later it all came crashing down again and I was out shopping for high heels and lingerie.
