I remember those days well, and the thrill of wearing something feminine under my male attire.
There has been something lost and something gained in my transition. No more secrecy or double-life, but also no big excitement about getting away with wearing clothes I now take for granted.
When I read stories about this part of gender dysphoria, I wonder if the writer knows that this exciting part of wearing clothes may be lost in moving forward to transition? Would they care, or is this excitement the real end they seek?