While I cannot say with any certainty that the reasons I came to become Yvonne were more about Mom's wishes or mine, I can say this. My mother did nothing, absolutely nothing, to hold my feminine preferences in check. She was my coach and mentor, my biggest fan, my cheerleader. She was all only support for the life I wanted and she embraced her role totally.
If dressing up is an addiction, she was my pusher and my enabler. She made it easy to be Yvonne. When it came to Dad, I never had to fight those battles. Mom would fight them for me.
If it is possible that anyone wanted me to be a little girl more than I myself wanted me to be a little girl, it was my Mom.
I never had to be afraid of how others would respond to Yvonne because nothing out there in the real world was so bad that it could not be conquered by the love Mom had for Yvonne.
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