I've never understood why we've ever thought we could, or how we have, kept this part of us a secret from our partners or the ones we live with. It seems that by keeping our activities secret places limits on our abilities to fully experience it, thus lengthening the time required for us to fully understand it and become comfortable with ourselves.
My SO discovered my things about 2 years after we moved in together - i'd given all my things to my brother to hold for me when i moved in with her. He called a couple years later & said to come get my things - he needed the space back. So i brought them home, packing them in the back of a hall closet. It only took her a couple months to discover them, but then again, i wasn't really trying to hide them that hard.
Her reactions have been varied over the years, from anger and confusion, to disgust, to distancing herself from my activities, to indifference, to a general acceptance. For several years, she didn't want to see me wearing a skirt & hose, or whatever - i could do as a pleased, but only in my room. That got old. Over serveral years, several arguments, and her slowly getting used to me in various attire, she's now ok with it, unless i want to exit the house as such.
Having her tolerance of my activities has lead to my gaining a greater understanding & acceptance of myself. What was once a 'bedroom fetish' of sorts, has become just the opposite - i wear what i feel comfortable in, when i feel like it, where i feel like it, for as long as i feel like it. The fetishism aspect of it is gone, since i'm no longer banned behind a closed door. I can go for days dressed as i wish, merely enjoying the comfort & state of mind of the experience. It's been a growing experience for both of us.
She shocked me Friday night. I was on the couch with my laptop working, she was getting ready for work, came over & sat down beside me, picked up her laptop to check her email or something. After awhile, she sat her laptop down & began to get up, but paused. I heard her say something, about "a woman.." (i was involved in my work, only barely acknowledging her presence in my peripheral vision). I looked over & said "Uh, did you say something?" She said "You look like a woman. You really do. Sitting there, wearing a skirt & hose, heels, a blouse with breasts and all. There's a woman sitting next to me on the couch, except she has your head". I said 'Uh, yeah, i think that's kind of the point of it all. Would you like me to go upstairs to work?" She said "No, you're ok like you are - I've just never noticed you quite like that before." Wow - what a strong but casual statement.
So, i guess that we've reached a mutual understanding of my gender duality. But looking back over the years that were wasted in secrecy & hiding, and in being limited to one room to explore my interests, those were years of wasted time that we could've used more productively in building our relationship.