A single mother

The baby was doing fine. Taking care of the little girl wasn't easy, but you love her. You love her despite the madman that was her father, despite the fact that she shouldn't even exist, and despite the fact that your life would be easier without her. You love her, and couldn't imagine losing her. Alice was everything you had left.

It has been half a year since you ran away from Jake. The loser didn't even try to find you. At least not that you know. He was probably happy he didn't have to take care of a baby.

Living on your own is getting easier by the day. Your intelligence is still not what it used to be. That's for sure, but you haven't made any mistakes for a while now.

Alice starts screaming. You put away the dishes and run towards the cradle you've laid her in while working. Those dishes can wait. Alice first needs to feed.

Your little girl wraps her tiny mouth firmly around your nipple and starts sucking. It had been so strange at the beginning. When you still lived with Jake and were still in denial about the state of your new body. You've made stupid mistakes, but you're doing fine now. You're getting smarter, literally. You have a parttime job washing dishes and Alice is growing stronger (and heavier) every day.

If only you could find a way to get back to your male body. Almost two years... Your family was probably worried sick.