My life's so much better (Patreon)

As I slid the mop back into its holder, the final remnants of my day's labor disappeared into the clean and shining floors. I couldn’t help but feel a rush of satisfaction. The kind of satisfaction that came with the accomplishment of a task well-done. A task that, a year ago, I could never have imagined myself doing. But here I was, happy, content and waiting for the sound of the front door opening, announcing Arnold's return.

I sank into the plush couch, its familiar indent welcoming me when I remembered the things we did on it the night before. For a moment, I closed my eyes, letting the soft hum of the evening envelop me while I pictured his familiar lips exploring my neck. My mind was all over the place, and I could feel myself getting wet almost immediately. 

The love hadn’t faded in our relationship yet, and it constantly felt like we were in the honeymoon phase. It was a year ago when I had first stepped into the Body Shop, not knowing how drastically my life would change after transferring my mind through one of their high-tech machines.

I was a woman now, a strikingly attractive one, and the world viewed me differently compared to my male form. I was no longer the average Nicholas, with my out of shape body and empty bank account. Since I didn’t have a big wardrobe yet, I remembered the first time I had ventured out in one of my sister's dresses. But it wasn't just the attention. It was the sense of belonging I felt when I painted my face with makeup, the feeling of completeness when I looked at my reflection. My sister helped me perfect everything, and she even gave me tips on how to react to guys in public.

It was at a networking event where I first met Arnold. I spent the last of my savings on my new body, and I really needed a new job. His eyes were drawn to me like everyone else's, but there was something different in his gaze. He saw beyond the surface. We conversed, and the hours slipped by unnoticed. There was an understanding between us, a connection that felt deeper than anything I'd ever experienced. He knew that I was a different person, but the past didn’t matter to him, so that only drew me closer.

In the months that followed, our relationship blossomed. We traversed continents, experienced different cultures, and every journey brought us closer. As my fingers traced the golden engagement band on my ring finger, a warm smile spread across my face. I remembered how Arnold’s hands had trembled slightly when he proposed. The memory was one of the many that I held dear.

A soft sigh escaped my lips as I leaned back on the couch. As my eyes grew heavy, the reality of my life now seemed almost dreamlike. Before my transformation, I had lived paycheck to paycheck, never knowing what the future held. Now, I was living a life of comfort, stability, and love. The fears and worries that had once consumed me were now replaced with a serene sense of fulfillment.

I welcomed the encroaching sleep, the feeling of peace washing over me. As I drifted off, my last thoughts were of gratitude for the journey I had taken. A journey that had led me to become a woman, to meet Arnold, and to find the life I never knew I wanted. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of my fiancé coming home to me, and I was getting excited at the thought of worshipping his cock.