I was attempting to show her that my decision to become a woman wasn't something shoddy, garish, or evil.
She had always detested my cross-dressing once she found out about it. In fact, the first time she ever saw me in women's clothes she had her friend Scottie come to hold her hands to get her through the trauma of it. She saw it as a sin.
My craving to be a woman since age eleven was really a tribute to her as an actual feminine woman. I wore some of her clothes better than her.
We ended in an argument about my gender affirmation surgery. She hated that I was now actually a WOMAN.
My mother said, "I don't ever want to see you looking like a woman again."
To which, I said, "Don't worry. You won't."
As it turned out, she didn't.
She died in 2020, one year later.
