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Three years have passed now. My deal with Bess is over and I am able to return back home. I feel sort of sorry that this is over, but I also miss home. Bess has been so kind and during these years he also financed me for more facial surgery and other nice things to feminize my body. I also had to go to the embassy to replace my passport, as I would have never be able to get back home as Jennifer while having a male photo and Simon as my first name on it. But I could not try to pass as Simon with a large female breast! They would not accept replacing my male passport with a female one as long as I had my penis, which would classify me as a "male".
At that point, I decided that either having a useless penis that was unable to give me an orgasm, or having nothing would be exactly the same. Therefore, one of the last things that Bess financed for me was a penile inversion surgery about one month ago. After that, I finally got my passport with Jennifer's name and photo on it.
Once I reached Istanbul's Ataturk International Airport, I realized that also Ruth was in line at the check-in desk. She was different too. Her lips were now like a professional cocksucker's lips. She must have had them filled. Also, her breast was different. She used to be a B cup, now she is probably an E cup. Very sluttish!
She was ahead and did not see me. Once at the check in desk I asked not to be seated next to her. And I was lucky since she only saw me at passport control back in our country. We took the same train back home, but did not speak to each other for the entire trip. It was nice to be back home after three year. But it felt weird. We left three years ago as a normal couple for a summer vacation of three weeks, and returned three years later as a professional slut and a male to female post-op transsexual. Of course, we both had lost our former jobs.
I agreed with Ruth that we would divorce. She would take the downtown apartment and told me she planned to use it as a working place for her new profession: she is going to be a call girl. With all the experience she made in three years at the
Turkish Delight, I am sure she would be very successful. If she only knew that she had been ass fucked a few hundred times as my revenge, she would kill me. But she thinks it was probably just part of her job!
Instead, I am going to take the house we have on the mountain. I always loved that place. I also have a new job. As I mentioned before, Bess has some great connections, and managed to find me a job at the Turkish embassy in our country as a secretary. The working place is only one hour from my house on the mountain. Not too bad.
But once I get my life on the right track again, I want to get married with a nice and rich man. I want to have somebody taking care of me. In case I am not successful here, Bess said that he is always willing to take me back as his toy.
This is all, my friends. In case something changes in my life, I will let you know about that. The only advice I can give you is about being careful and always find out what your wife is trying to inject inside you, particularly in case you have not seen the doctor and she did everything by her own initiative. You never know: some unexpected changes might happen!
The end

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