I almost let out a scream, and then I heard the voice of my mistress. “Relax pet, you’re in good hands.”I looked at the woman with a shot of par...alyzing fear and my mistress placed her hand in mine and met my gaze. I was breathing heavily on the verge of a panic attack. “Charlie, this is Dr. Carrington,” mistress began “She is going to be your doctor, and she is a very good friend of mine. I need you to relax okay, this is for your own good,” she said sweetly.I was now wearing nothing but a blue. I am built on a foundation that encompasses all of humanities gender and sexuality. Just as many of my true sisters.Understand I hold much pride for being transsexual female/shemale. The reason I can not hide that is because I refuse to conform to definition of a few sick, greedy, and uneducated men on all variables needed to define the true definition of Gender and sex. (In fact less then 1800, Council of Nicea please check your history books)These men were granted a great power in human. She was right up against the glass and could see graffiti on the tunnel walls.“You’re the one fucking my fingers, you whore.”“I’m-I’m not,” she meekly gasped, but she knew it was true. She was wiggling her ass up and down his fingers, helping him finger-rape her needy cunt right there on a crowded train.The train slowed and came to a stop. It was the door across from where she stood that opened. She held still. The man withdrew his fingers most of the way from her sopping cunt, but his tough,. Teachers make a difference but it’s a slow, gradual difference. Nearing graduation, I applied all around and got an offer from Samuel Adams Middle School in Harrisville. LIke any new job, I guess, you start out not knowing anyone, well, the people you interviewed with, sure, but often you don’t really work with them day to day. So, I had started really not knowing anyone, just meeting other teachers in the faculty room or at lunch or in faculty meetings. I was getting to know a few people in.