I don't get a sexual rise out of crossdressing, but I do it casually.
Small things like donning a pair of cozy knee-highs or buying my shirts in women's sizes.
I've never had fantasies, sexual or practical, in which I sincerely wished that I was a woman.
Being raised in a household with four sisters and my father the only other man, I was indoctrinated into traditional female rituals much sooner than I was male.
It wasn't uncommon for me to share my sister's clothing and for them to share mine, we were a well-adjusted (albeit gender unbalanced) family. I'm glad to live in a culture so accepting of minor effeminate tweaks and tinges as otherwise I would've been met with a harsh reception after I left the company of my family.
Since then, I've had three healthy relationships with women and each one of them hasn't looked twice at my odd dressing habits.