After enough times catching me my mom did what most moms in that age do, took me to a shrink. Perhaps - or in fact - I was lucky in getting one that was pretty liberal, her advice was "He's doing good in school, has no other behavior problems, so buy him a dress and martial arts lessons." So I got my dress and my judo classes at the same time. Neither ever went away, my tastes in clothing has got better, and I moved from judo through other forms and found a master - then, much later in my life, I was involved with some security people, street thugs really, who gave me the master's degree for my studies.
My dad never liked it (the dress, he was ok with the martial arts stuff) but I was good in a lot of things he thought were important, electronics and mechanics, so he got over it - or at least learned to ignore it.
I tried never to give in, but never let it get in the way either.