Strict and old-fashioned

The two of you sit at the kitchen table in your fathers house. Upstairs, your old room has been redecorated to fit better with the young lady you now appear to be, with a large wardrobe already prepared. You were surprised at how feminine everything was. Both the decor and almost all your clothes are cute and dainty.

"It's part of your rehabilitation program," your father tells you. "If I'm to be frank, you were a disappointment as a man. Unruly, wild, disrespectful, and irresponsible. So, with the help of a psychologist friend of mine, I've worked out a set of rules that you will follow, to teach you to be a better person. It is based on the traditional role of a woman. You will learn to be respectful, to be dutiful, to be obedient and deferential to authority. To my authority, and to other rightful authorities. You will learn responsibility."

"I've enrolled you in several classes, to help you on your voyage. Not regular college classes, but classes focused on the duties I expect you to fulfill while living under my roof. Domestic duties, for the most of it. Your... transgressions has cost me a fair sum, and to recuperate some of the losses, I've let the maid go. As a lesson in responsibility, I expect you to keep the house from now. Once you've mastered that, we'll see if we can't work on your education, or find you some gainful employment."

He goes on, detailing curfews (in the first few months, you're basically expected to stay home unless you're with him, have classes or other duties to attend to, or otherwise have express permission to leave the house. You're allowed to have company over, though, if they're pre-vetted by him), the standards of conduct he expects of you (dutiful and deferential), rules regarding the use of **** and other intoxicants (moderate and under his supervision), and several other topics.

"If you do not live up to my expectations, I will punish you. Spankings, house arrests, the renunciation of any privileges you may have acquired. I do expect you to fail, at first. But I also expect my punishments to teach you not to fail. From the psych profile of your sleeve, disciplining should be an effective tool."

You sit there, mouth agape at this last revelation. You can't find words.

"Remember that I'm doing this for you, Zoe. I do love you, and I want to help you become someone better than you used to be."

Your emotions take over, but where you'd formerly fly into a fit of rage, now, you're starting to sob. "Dad, please..." He moves over, puts his arms around you again, and comforts you. "It's the way it has to be, Zoe. And I'm certain that, with time, you'll come to see it, too. Give it time, and you'll see that you'll not only adapt, but thrive, finding pleasure in your new role, growing into a happier and more content person."

"No! This is too much!" You break free from his embrace, and storm up to your bedroom, tears streaming down your chin.

Later, when the tears have dried, you hear him knocking on your door. "Can I come in?" he asks.

You gather yourself together, and after a few moments, you reply. "Yes."