Well, in the past I would have had to answer Never. Despite scattered well hidden instances of cross dressing in lingerie for arousal purposes, it was something I suppressed with willful intent. My male identity lived in mortal fear and disgust of ceding any freedom to my female side. The resulting anxiety, guilt and shame resulting from occasional lapses haunted me most of my life.
Today, the genie is out of the bottle. She demands freedom and she demands breasts.
She also demands to dress in clothes more fitting for a girl in spite of the lack of good stock to work with.
It's not surprising then, that I dress up pretty once or twice a week as the mood strikes me; every day if you include wearing my pink exercise outfit and feminine underwear.
I was warned that doing HRT (or the herbal equivalent) would likely make me lose interest in crossdressing. Nope.
Clara