When my stepfather got home and saw me wearing mother's dress, he smiled. That evening he was much nicer to me and didn't complain about any problems with how I performed my chores. As I finished putting away the dishes, my stepfather said that tomorrow he wanted to see me wearing mother's stockings and high heels with my dress. And he wanted me to wear some make-up too. I had no idea how any of this was supposed to help me do chores better -- but I wasn't going to argue, especially since he was being so much nicer to me.
But I did tell him that I had no idea how to put on make-up. I was afraid if I tried to do myself and I looked bad, he would just get angry with me again.
"Don't worry," he said. "I'll have someone come over here to work with you after school to show you how to do it."