She put a finger under my chin and lifted my face up until she was looking straight into my eyes.
"Charles? You and I are going into my closet. We are going to find clothes that may be of use to you. I expect no more nonsense. As a matter of fact? I want to see you in a skirt and blouse tomorrow morning - and a fresh apron of course - at breakfast. Do you understand me? If you have a problem with that request, I suggest you tell me about it, right now. Do you have a problem?"
"I don't have to wear women's clothes outside?" I asked weakly, looking for some way I could hld my self esteem.
"Of course not, you silly goose! I'd prefer it of course, but I can see that you'd have to get used to that," she said, chucking me under the chin - but you DO understand now that I expect feminine clothing and behavior from you inside this house - at all time?"
"Yes Paula," I muttered, glad to have kept at least a remnant of my masculine pride.