One of my deep regrets is that I didn't explore crossdressing back in my 20s. I was too busy trying to be a man and too busy trying to put the "queer" label from middle and high school behind me. The urge to transition didn't hit until I was in my 40s, when I was deeply engrossed in being a father and a husband, and while I enjoy being father, husband, son, and uncle, this part of me will likely stay a secret between me and my tolerant wife until I'm gone.