Betty Sue drove me to the hospital, and then stayed with me, alert and insistent about my care until my every need had been met. Saturday night in Tus...aloosa produced a busy emergency room, including a few others associated with the motorcycle rally, so without her stomping around the emergency room making a scene and demanding attention there was no telling when my gunshot wound would have been attended to.I spent about five hours under the knife in an operating room while three ER doctors. I wasn't surprised to find she didn't have any panties on, after all she came wanting to be touched. She spread her legs wide as she felt my hand come closer and closer to her forbidden garden. I could feel the heat rising from her sweet little pussy. As my hand slipped between her legs I couldn't believe how wet she was. She had very soft pubic hair and her juices were all over her inner thighs and her pussy was so creamy wet, I had never felt a pussy as wet as hers. Then my fingers touched. The Coach wore shorts and a pull over collared shirt. Nothing was surprising, yet.The Coach spoke first. "Now that the guest of honor is here, we can start. Everybody, let's move into the locker room where it is more private."The four guys stood and, along with Abo, followed the Coach into the girl's locker room. Once inside, the Coach locked the door behind them as two of the guys grabbed her arms.To say she was surprised is an understatement. "Why are you holding me like that? Let go! Brian!. It now made sense. I always wanted to be afemale. It felt good to get all that out. Ms. Wilcox was happy that Iwas able to get that repressed emotion out. She said I was on the rightsteps.The next meeting I had we discussed what happened at the last session.She asked me if I still felt that way. I did. I thought about it thewhole week and I do feel that I should have been a woman. Ms. Wilcoxsaid that I needed to see a gender specialist and she set me up withone. Her name was Katherine.