The Greatest Lie Part 18

I reveled in being the most coveted flower in this garden of earthly delights. Just as I aspired to perfect myself, and so spent about half of my whore's fortune to achieve greater femininity and more a more sensuous beauty, I also sought after, and combed Europe to get fucked by the best looking, sexiest, or richest guys.

I was at the forefront, and rose to the very apex of the transsexual ziggurat. I was one of the most sought after and highly compensated post-ops on Europets.com. Even the expatriate Brazilian super-travestis like Juliana Nogueria and Laisa Lins couldn't compete with me for the hearts and cocks of the trannie chasers of Italy.

But from the top, there is no way but down. New T-girls flooded in from Thailand, Brazil, and Eastern Europe, and as a post-op I was, in a sense, at a competitive disadvantage to these versatile young beauties. I decided to retire at my apex, so I quit T-Girl escorting, and disappeared from the TG landscape. How the message boards mourned my demise! Rumors abounded of my death by disease or at the hands a vengeful ex lover or competitor. I ignored the chatter, and maintained strict radio silence.

During my sabbatical, I invested in new silicone boobs, a nose job and secondary labial surgery. I perfected my Italian so that my accent was indistinguishable from a native Roman. In Brussels, Dr. Seghers re-sculpted my labia into a pair of clam-shell perfect curves, indistinguishable from the vulva of a GG, a genetic girl, to anyone but a gynecologist. Rhinoplasty refashioned my aquiline nose, my sole inheritance from my detested father, Dr. Eduardo Rios, into a slender Nordic ski slope. My narrower nose made my eyes appear more wide-set and my cheekbones higher. My new face possesses delicate, doll-like mien that contrasts with my audacity in the bedroom.

For the first time since high school I started working out, a half hour of Pilates and the Elliptical machine, at least three times a week. My stomach flattened, my butt rose, and my arms became more willowy. With my Aryan face, bigger boobs, platinum hair and blue eyes, I came to resemble more the girl whom my father married than the boy that he begat.