Tracy told me I would get the hang of cooking; I’m still convinced I’m going to burn the house down.
I was actually a little worried after we swapped genders that she was trying to force me into her role around the house; it was not something I had ever forced upon her. I made good money, and once we married, she asked if she could quit her job. I didn’t see why not. She tookon the role of happy homemaker, and we planned to start a family.
But we couldn’t seem to have children, and the doctors recommended a radical treatment -- advanced gender swapping therapy. It had mostly been used for transmen and women; a new procedure that could change everything about your fully functional gender. But it was being explored by couples with fertility issues. We decided it was our only hope.
Once she became a man, my wife insisted she go back to work. We were both working for a while, but she told me I needed to focus on getting pregnant. She insisted I quit. We compromised, and I went on sabbatical. Now I’m the one homemaker, though not quite as happy as she was doing it. And, unfortunately, I wasn’t getting pregnant any easier than she had been.

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