Hey girls,
I haven't posted on here in years and am after some advice to ask if anyone else has had this happen to them and to gather thoughts on this from you.
TL;DR - Have you ever lost the urge to crossdress?
Background Story
I first joined this site over 10 years ago, at the time I was with an adventurous girlfriend who wanted to explore new things in the bedroom. This lead to me discovering a love for dressing as a woman, exploring a dual life of guy/girl and eventually getting a second wardrobe for Cindy with make up and everything and was shaven all over. I had professional make up lessons, became comfortable shopping for new clothes and make up (thanks to the advice on here) and even started to occasionally go out en femme. I know I'm biased, but I looked damn good! That relationship ended, and every time I opened up to a new partner the relationships would come to a sudden end. Except for one girl who did encourage me to go out with her, but that relationship ended for other unrelated reasons. Suddenly, COVID happened and I found myself working from home and found myself being a girl pretty much 24/7. I even decided to go as Hannah, rather than Cindy as the name suited me better, I made social media accounts and made some new online friends, I started doing far more "stereotypical" girly things like watching chick-flicks, learning new hairstyles with my wigs, learning to make different cocktails, finding myself browsing a variety of clothes sites, reading magazines like vogue etc. I even found that I was carrying myself in a more feminine way, sitting more girly and doing things like playing with my hair, that hand thing that girls do. During this time, I joined a zoom call with mates en femme (at this point, only those that I had been romantically involved with knew about "my alter ego"), they were all supportive and gave compliments. That lead to me telling my mum, she was cool with it and then I told a close female friend who would meet me for walks en femme. I enjoyed living life as Hannah, I felt like I had found myself. I started researching things like HRT and even had a couple of online gender counselling sessions, fully considering transitioning (including looking at the costs of the operations) and living life as a full on girl. The psychologist was on board with me looking to transition and started talking me through the next steps. So I continued living as a girl 24/7, knowing that when I hit a certain milestone I'd be able to start HRT. I felt happy, I felt content, it all felt right. Suddenly, one day I didn't want to be dressed in my girly clothes or have my nails painted and just went back to being a guy most of the time, stopped shaving and before I knew it COVID was over and I was living as a guy 24/7. I spoke to the psychologists about it, they said it was probably cold feet and sometimes girls do wear male clothes and it was all normal. A few months pass, no changes so they struck me off and said that I'm regressing and if I wanted to transition, I'd have to go through it all again.
After a year or so, I threw my make up out (it was all out of date and had gone bad), I then found myself selling clothes on eBay and Vinted leaving me with a few favourites. I then went through a massive mental breakdown, for multiple reasons (mainly work related), had a lot of counselling and meds to get me back to being on an even keel. During this counselling, I discovered I had been depressed for a very long time. Early last year, I came across the bag that had a few old favourite clothes and heels in, I tried them on and sadly I've gained weight so the dresses didn't fit I just donated them and some of the heels to charity. Leaving me with some underwear, tights and some shoes. Mid-late last year I wanted to dress to see if the urge was still there, discovered the lack of clothing, bought a new dress online and when I dressed up, the feeling just wasn't there anymore. Fast forward to the Christmas Sales, I saw a gorgeous dress and some lovely heels in a sale, I bought them and figured the buzz was back so bought some make up and shaved all over, in prep. They arrived, I got all dressed up and nothing, it just felt strange. A few weeks ago, I took some holiday from work and decided to spend a week as a girl 24/7. I got all dressed up on the first day, felt awkward all day, next day the same, the third day I just wanted to be a guy again. Fast forward to this weekend, I was free all weekend and decided to be femme after about an hour I decided to take it all off and be a guy, and the clothes are all back in a bag and just sitting there.
Has this ever happened to you? Will the buzz ever return? Was it just a passing exciting phase when I was younger? Was it a coping mechanism for my poor mental health? Was I just uncomfortable being me and created an alter-ego that I was happy being? Am I now just happy and comfortable with being a guy? It just feels like it was a large part of me and now it's just... gone...
Thanks for reading, and I look forward to hearing your thoughts, comments and advice.
Cindy/Hannah xx