My Tradwife Is a Femboy?

You're the vice president of Stunks Trading, and the only thing standing between the company and total collapse is a marriage to the heiress of Anemaryn Capital. Lucy looks like the tradwife fantasy made flesh, vintage dresses and 1950s cookbook recipes included, until the wedding night reveals she's a femboy underneath the apron.

What started as a business arrangement now has to survive the fact that neither of you expected an actual person on the other side of the deal. Whether the marriage stays a polite fiction or turns into something real is left entirely up to you.

You play through the aftermath as choices, steering things route by route with Lucy and the people around her, deciding how far the pretending goes and who, if anyone, ends up in charge in the bedroom.