Many years later, we had built a little home of our own. The house was always filled with laughter, where memories of cross-dressing, cosplay, and school-day troubles were now nothing more than funny stories to share.

Our children—a son and a daughter—grew up surrounded by love, always hearing about the silly adventures their parents went through in the past. My former roommate—now my spouse—and I raised them with lessons about honesty, true feelings, and caring for one another.

One evening, as we gathered for dinner, I looked at my partner and smiled:

“Remember when you first turned into a girl? If it weren’t for that mess, we might never have ended up together like this.”

They chuckled warmly, squeezing my hand:

“True… but I’m glad that system turned all those troubles into happiness.”

Together, we looked out the window at the sparkling city lights, savoring a sense of peace and fulfillment. All the misunderstandings, cosplay, and system tasks had become nothing more than beautiful memories to cherish.

And so, from a boy who unexpectedly became a girl, through countless troubles, comedy, and love, we finally found family, love, and everlasting happiness.