Not that you have much choice:

Your mom takes off her shirt, “so as not to get it messy” she claims, then starts spreading the cold cream over your body, taking extra time to massage it into your ass and around your dick. Once she’s done she washes her hands and steps back.

“What now?” you ask, shivering as you stand covered in the cold cream.

“We just wait a bit for it to start working, then you’ll wash off.”

“Okay, thank you for thinking about this mom.” You say, trying to be the ‘good daughter’ that she wanted.

“Of course my love!” She says, “You know what, I’ll help you wash it off too.” She says, pulling her pants down, and stripping naked. She grabs her phone and checks the clock. Then looks back up at you, her face more serious than before, “I know this probably all seems pretty cruel to you. And maybe it is,” she shakes her head, “but your father… well…”

You keep silent, it wasn’t often your mom brought up your dad.

“I have issues with men. I know it’s wrong to take it out on you. But at the same time, what you were doing was wrong. This is… What I’m doing is to make sure you don’t end up like him. Doing things to women that they can't consent to…” her voice trails off.

“I’m sorry mom,” you say, “I don’t know why I thought that was okay to do. I shouldn’t have done what I did. And I’m sorry.”

She sighs, “I know. I know honey. I can’t bring myself to forgive you. But hopefully we can come to an understanding.”

“An understanding?”

“Yes, I can’t accept you as a man. I just can’t. But if I can treat you as my daughter then maybe we can get along better.”

“You want me to pretend to be your daughter…” You knew your mom had issues with men, but that she would want you to pretend to be something you weren’t. This almost seemed delusional.

“I don’t want that.”

A moment of relief washed over you.

“No dear, I want you to become my daughter.”

“I’m sorry. What? I already told you I’m not trans.”

“I know. I know. But I can’t just forgive what you did. No. From now on, you’re going to pay rent to keep living here. But don’t worry, if you can’t pay I won’t kick you out. I’ll just create a new rule for you. And rent is due now.”

Part of you can’t believe what she is saying. But if anything, this is at least the closest to normal your mother has acted all day.

“What?” you think about how much money you have right now, hoping it will be enough.