Honestly, it seemed like a series of weird events had landed you in a pretty nice new life. The kids were OK, you were still essentially married to a subby little Asian version of your former husband, and while you did miss being the main of the house, there was something a bit comforting in having big burly Brook around to keep anyone from messing with you.
The only problem was, well... she really was on the masculine side. You had no problem having a dick on a chick, after all you'd given Consuela a big one yesterday, but you were learning a lot about yourself lately, and you really did prefer high femme romantic partners. Plus there was that accent. You could barely work out what she was saying half the time. So, maybe just a few changes.
"This burly Scottish woman really dominates the household."
Just a quick change to "Japanese" and then also a tweak of "burly" to "gorgeous" to get rid of some of that hair.
Taking a bit to admire your handiwork, she'd now gone from Brook to Mizuko, She was still jacked, and still really packing something in that speedo, but her personal grooming seemed a lot better, her features were softer, and she seemed a lot more articulate. Smiling at your progress towards the ideal home, you pulled up a sentence on yourself, planning to make yourself into a man again, but suddenly you realized someone was peering over your shoulder.