Rasing Her Daugther in Spokane Part Ten

There most definitely came a time when I could not spend enough of my day as Yvonne.  I say that and it has a different meaning at age six than it did at age ten than it did at age thirteen then did at age sixteen.

As I grew older spending time as Yvonne became increasing more important to me admittedly.  However, just because my desire to be Yvonne was stronger at thirteen than it was at six does not mean that it felt any less important to me when I was six.

I guess the big difference for me is that at age six I felt I had to play by my Mom's rules which often meant playing by my Dad's rules.  As I grew older, dressing up became less about something I did with my Mom and more about something I could do on my own.   As I came to understand that I did not need her to dress, as I started to have more freedom as a young girl becoming a young lady, I had more control over how I could spend my time.

My Mom always wanted to be acccommodating when she could, but of course that was not always possible.  Whenever  I told her I wanted to be Yvonne, she would always include in her reply the words, "You really are my little girl."

More importantly, she always spoke the words with joy and pride.  I could tell it made my mother happy to say the words "You really are my little girl."  She would say the words with a smile and often she would give me a quick hug or a kiss on the cheek.

I like making my Mommy happy by being a girl for her.  Sometimes I suspect I asked to be Yvonne less because I wanted to be Yvonne than because I knew she wanted me to ask, she wanted to spend time with her daughter Yvonne.

One day my mother recieved a phone call from the Mom of a guy I knew. Tim had gotten hold of his parents credit card and gotten us a room so we could fuck. Mom got an alert on the card and showed up after we were done and about to leave. Tim's mom called my Mom to come and pick me up as there was no way that she was letting Tim drive me home.