My first step was to quick claim the property to catch a quick flight to Reno, Nevada.
I registered in a Casino Hotel and immediately arranged for an escort to come to my room, which is pretty normal for Reno. Five hundred dollars later of very protected and satisfying sex I offered "Big Time Fanny" another five thousand dollars to appear with me at the courthouse sign the divorce petition as Megan O'Toole Benedict. I gave the address of Julius's office and his name. Ten days.
I went to a mailbox only business and purchased a post office box under the name of Teddie Williams.
I went back to the courthouse and petitioned to have my name changed to Teddie Williams. Ten days, one day after the divorce was final.
I set up three new email accounts at all the usual places.
I was thirty three. Eleven days later I took a test at the Nevada department of licensing and passed the test for a driver's license.
Before I took the mandatory picture I let my hair down and put some pink lip gloss on and when the picture was taken my mouth was slightly open showing the slight gap between my upper two teeth like the Hollywood star Lauren Hutton. One copy went to my email account and the other to Julius's office.
I flew home and bought a new smart phone with my driver's license and my mailbox.
I sent an email from my email account and then texted him from my smart phone and said for him to create the trust and the account in Cayman Islands. I listed the house that according to online realty was worth two point five million dollars for two point two million dollar cash only sale with local realty firm.
I had an offer within four days and it closed four days later. Two weeks until my ex wife returned. I relicensed my Trooper with Nevada plates. I rented a two bedroom unit in a duplex just south of the Montlake Bridge in Seattle. I began a series of outpatient cosmetic surgeries as well as HRT treatment at the University of Washington hospital to become a shemale. The surgeries were on an outpatient basis but included a repositioning of my eyebrows lower. Then an eyebrow lift and contouring of my forehead bone giving me a more feminine and softer and softer appearance. Then a facelift, rhinoplasty straightening out my nose, eyelid surgery, lip fat injections and but implants (serious booty now) and some very large breasts.
My Adam's apple was shaved and my jawline softened. The nose work and lips plumping accentuated the philtrum which was the groove that ran from my nose to the center of my lips. I'd become friends with nurses at the hospital and this older ebony woman said I had some serious DSLs going on now.
I asked her, "What are DSLs?"
She responded by leaning in and whispering, "Dick sucking lips, baby gurl."
Not sure what to say she filled the silence, "Honey you like big dick?"
I nodded and bit my lip and my dick was seriously hard.
"Jackson be fucking t-gurls for years now. He loves to face fuck his bitches and of course lay the pipe into your boy cunt okay? Would you like that tonight?
"Yes. Give me your phone," I typed in my number,
"See you tonight at seven thirty?"
It was required that once I entered the program due to the increased hormones of estrogen and anti-androgens to counter effect testosterone. After five months my face got soft and so feminine, my hips and ass, jiggled and I had a cute little tummy and I was certainly moody and I'd cry when I'd see something randomly, pretty flowers, a television ad with old couples holding hands. I started watching romance movies, and Christmas movies that were romance movies. There was a lesbian Christmas story starring Dave Righetti's daughter who was a prettier version of porn star Alison Tyler, but she fell in love with this Asian woman and I sobbed at the end.
I wanted a man so, so much. I'd read these on-line cookbooks and, I thought of mom and I wish I could make her a grandmother but she was gone of course, silly stuff I know.
I kept trying on stuff. I had a shelf bra, which gave me some foundation and yet if I moved they would jiggle, a bunch, which showcased my freckles on across my chest and a white scoop necked cotton blouse and long sleeved. Pink boy shorts that my dick, easily slid through the leg, my dick slightly bigger due the extension, nine inches, I still had my balls and prostate and I could knock up a girl, but I didn't so much think about that now. My skirt was a cotton off white with marigolds in the background.
I was rocking a top ponytail and just a bit too much crimson lipstick and some lash extension. I had a nose ring and my tongue was pierced with a diamond and my belly button had two sapphires. I could not smell my male crotch mustiness anymore. I wore Angel parfum by Thierry Mugler and some corky wedge sandals with a three inch heel.
I went out this morning and got a Brazilian wax and my nails done at a spot near the old Four Seasons hotel that catered to queers, which I were one.
I texted Julius and asked if I could see him tomorrow morning at ten. He said yes.
Finally I got a text with an address and it was in Madison Park, which was pretty Chi-Chi of an area.
I took an Uber and it was an extra large Craftsman style home, maybe six thousand square feet with a huge front room and nice wood floors and Persian carpets. It was a very, oh so white group of middle age to older couples and a black woman with a retro Afro hair doo approached me and she did the kissy don't touch both my cheeks and said,