"Amber loves her job as a firefighter." Jake looked at the sentence he had just generated on the app. Okay, that was hot. A woman in uniform was crazy hot. But Amber was so gorgeous, she could be a professional model! That was what she deserved!
Jake changed "firefighter" to "supermodel". Then he tweaked another sentence so that Amber was a very famous supermodel. The picture on his desk changed again. Now, it was of a red carpet event. Some sort of movie premiere or benefit or something. Amber looked stunning in her blue dress, with her arm around Jake's shoulders. Jake was wearing a tailor-made designer suit that matched Amber's dress and provided plenty of room for his breasts and baby bump. His new memories informed him that the picture was taken a few weeks ago.
Jake leaned back in his chair, feeling his unborn son kicking, letting the memories from this new reality settle in. Amber was a natural model, with her flawless beauty and tall stature. And she didn't need to take maternity leave or worry about pregnancy ruining her body, as her femboy husband would bear all the children they wanted.
Thanks to Amber's job, Jake didn't actually need to work. He just did it for fun. It gave him something to do. Though, now that his wife was famous, he was, too. The most well-known femboy, in fact. If he wanted to quit his job but didn't want to be a stay-at-home dad, he could work as an advocate, use his notoriety to help other femboys.
Jake picked up his phone.