My Life as a Shemale Part2

Many things happened over the next few months, for one, I healed maybe better than I ever was, I discovered that there was another side to me and most important I met Tim. He was the one that found me and maybe even saved me. A middle aged man who once had a daughter, I know that because I am now living in her bedroom, sl**ping in her bed and wearing her clothes.

But lets rewind for a moment, the first thing I remember waking up is seeing Tim. He asked me my name, "Danny" I said, he introduced himself as a doctor that didn't practice anymore and now lived by himself. He told me that I was safe and didn't need to worry about anything for the moment, other than getting better. He also apologized that I was wearing his daughters nightgown and he would get me something a boy would wear. I had thanked him and fell asl**p, I did feel safe. Over the next few weeks we talked about where I was from and what he did and his life. He became a father figure I never had, he was kind and caring, he never approached me in any fashion that was considered lude and gave me my privacy, a favor I returned as well. The first couple of weeks he did examine me regularly, as a doctor would, the most painful part was when he checked my anus to make sure that I was healing well; and under his care I was.

One evening we sat in the living room after dinner and it was the first time I started to talk about what had happened the night before we met. I didn't realize it then but he had waited for me to start talking to him first, he listened as I explained. In the end, I paused and he asked me, "I think there is a little more you want to say". So I told him, "There was something about this that happened to me and I don't know how to describe it, something good". He nodded and waved his hand to go on. "If it hadn't been for the constant fear that I was going to die, I might have enjoyed some of it, I think, I dunno, I 'liked' to be handled. He was rough and disgusting and yet...". Tim smiled for the first time, like he understood but not making fun of me, he explained "I am not the kind of doctor that can help you figure things out but I have life experience that I can share, maybe the loss of your parents, maybe the foster homes or maybe you are wired different than the average person. I think in the end you should do what pleases you as long as you don't hurt other people."