I didn't live with my mother very long, but when I did, she certainly tried to get some female into me.
"Quit walking like a man!"
"Shave your legs, do you want the boys to laugh at you?"
"You're not wearing those boots!"
"Why can't you wear cute shoes like these?"
"Wear this [female clothing that made me feel like a clown in public]."
"Oh my god! Shave your armpits!" (The first thing I did when I moved away was to quit. Hah.)
Eventually I got fed up and moved to live with relatives who let me do exactly as I pleased. Even as I got older and out of her reach though, whenever she visited...
"Look at her! She's dressed like a boy and still looks cute!"
My mother wasn't mean about it or nearly as cruel as a lot of parents can be, but it still took a toll on my mental health and made me a very angry person for a long time. I couldn't understand how she couldn't see it was never going to work, I was never going to be like one of those girls.