The Nurse who Saved and Changed My Life By Amanda Sutton
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If you walk around New York City, you need to watch out for delivery electric bikes and electric motorcycles. They shoot down the wrong way on a street, run red lights and ride on the sidewalks. People are always looking to get out of the way because these guys don't stop.
I'm Andy Carter, I'm 28, 5'8", and my long brown hair is because I don't have the money to get my hair cut. I love walking around the city, If you live in or visit New York you know what a walkers city it is, Leave your car home. Plus it's free.
I'm walking around the Upper Westside and I'm trying to cross the street. No cars, I'm good. I start crossing and an electric motorcycle makes a fast turn going the wrong way and right into me and catches me in the chest. I somehow roll with it, so I don't hit my head but land on my chest for a double hit. Now as I lay there two thoughts are going through my head. First is I am hurt, and badly judging how much pain I am in. Second, when they take my clothes off in the hospital they are going to see my bra, panties, and fishnets I wear under my male clothes. Not to mention my painted toenails.
Someone called an ambulance, and it got there pretty quickly from what I remember. They strapped me to a board and put a neck brace on me. Meanwhile I have a lot of blood on me. I was feeling lightheaded, and we got to the ER. The nurse pulled the curtain. She looked to be about 30, nice legs and very pretty. She had black hair that went past her shoulder blades. Amazing, she is so hot, and I can tell even in the shape I was in.
"Don't worry honey, the doctor will be here in a minute." She said. "I'm going to try to get the clothes off of you and ...."
"Oh, this is awkward and embarrassing" I groaned out. She looked at me when she saw, she took a pair of scissors, and cut the bra off. She pulled my pants off and cut the fishnets off of me and took the panties off and threw them all in the medical waste bin. She slipped on a pair of gauze-like underwear. "Sorry I looked at your junk but no reason to feel awkward and embarrassed, I'm a nurse" she smiled. The doctor came in and I realized the nurse had covered up the cross dressing. I felt a sharp pain, had trouble breathing and started having blood in my mouth.
"He's got internal bleeding and possibly a collapsed lung". The doctor cut and put a tube in my chest."Call the OR and have the surgeon" ... I didn't hear what he said because I passed out.
The next thing I remember was a very bad pain. I was somewhat awake. I wiggled my toes and made a fist, so I didn't get paralyzed although moving was painful. A doctor came in and took my breathing tube out.
"How long, was I out?"
"You've been unconscious for a week; you were in such pain and thrashing around. We couldn't find anyone to make a medical decision so we decided to put you in a medically induced coma. You not only had a bunch of cuts and bruises; your ribs are bruised but fortunately you don't have any broken. but you also had internal bleeding, a collapsed lung. The surgeon said you were lucky, although we are expecting you'll make a full recovery. You need to keep as calm as you can and not mess up the work so you are going to be here a couple of weeks so we know that you are okay and so you can heal. I removed the breathing tube because that can be painful if you're awake, but we're keep you on oxygen until we're sure the you don't have any other breathing problems." He didn't have to worry about me moving around. It was agonizing just to raise the bed.
A couple of days later I was still in pain. They gave me a morphine pump.I ws watching a schlocky movie called Assassin when the ER nurse knocked on the door.
"How are you feeling" she asked as she looked at my chart.
"Well, I'm alive but I am as embarrassed as I was when I came in."
"How come you're embarrassed at all? Nobody saw what you were wearing except me." She smiled. "Not that I saw it either" she said with a wink. L turned red.
"Look I don't care what you wear. Now don't be embarrassed. By the way, my name is Hannah."
She stopped by every day. I told her about my spotty work history, parents dead, I have a sister I don't speak to anymore since she made a hard right in her politics which led to an argument.
"She made a big thing about being anti-LGBTQ when she knew I cross dressed when I was younger. I was taking her stuff and wearing it when nobody else was around,. She caught me once and told me if I did it again, she would tell everybody. I was miserable. When I moved out on my own, I ordered a load of stuff from Amazon, bra, panties, a whole lot of stuff. I never went out, but I enjoyed dressing up." She gave me a smile.
"If you get joy from it then it's okay."
Two weeks after I woke in the hospital, and I was ready to go home. I was still ina bit of pain but the doctors said I should rest at hone. Hannah caught me before I left and gave me a shopping bag. "What's this?" I asked.
"Well, since I threw out the stuff you came in with, I got you a new bra, check the sizing it may fit you better than the one you came in with,new panty and bra. (they were leopard print, which I liked but didn't have),some new fishnets and since you won't be able to wear the bra for a couple of weeks until your totally healed, I got you a couple of camisoles. And a baby doll nightgown you can wear when your home resting."
"You didn't have to do that. You helped save my life and saved me looking like a freak."
"You are no freak. When you are feeling better maybe one day when you are feeling better I'll give you a hand dressing up."
"Wow, Hannah you don't have to do anything. Would I like to be dressed up passable. Yes."
Hannah looked at me. "I'm seeing a guy with a girl inside who was made to deny herself."
This set up "Hannah, I would love to be feminized and passable but there's one thing."
"Yes"?
Can we say this is a date?"
"Of course," she smiled. "It's our second date, ER was our first date."
We waited another couple of weeks until I was 100% or close to it. She said I should come over to her apartment. "Well, first things first. You need to shave your legs and underarms. Let me show you." She gave me a lesson on using a woman's razor. She also said I should shave my pubes. She winked when she said she does also.
So, I stood there naked with the hair off my legs, underarms and dick and surrounding area. She had me put on panties and pantyhose and a bra. She worked on my makeup and gave me a skirt and top and then a wig. Straight, black hair down to my shoulders. She looked and said, "check yourself in mirror." "Holy shit. I am almost passable" I said. "No, you are passable. I bet you we could go out to a restaurant, and no one would give you a second look. We can be two girls going out to dinner."
"Well, I may be passable but what about my voice?"
"I'll do all the talking and we can practice your voice, but for now, you have laryngitis."
"Why are you doing this, I mean this is a lot."
"I remember you seemed as scared of someone finding out as you were wearing women's underwear and less that you were hurt badly. I felt so bad for you, and this is not pity, I like you and I wanted you to be able to enjoy dressing up with no judgement."
We went out to a Chinese restaurant, and it felt so good being out like this. I smiled more than I have in a while.
"So, Andy, I mean... Amanda, how are you feeling so far?" "Unbelievably good. I dont know how to thank you." "Just as long as you're happy.'
"We went back to her apartment. She kissed me, it was a great kiss, the type that gets me hard. I must have shown, and she said, "Let me take care of that. She raised my skirt, pulled my pantyhose and panties off. "Don't worry "she smiled. I've seen it already, but it's big, let's see if I can get it bigger. She took my cock in her mouth. Wow, she is good. I was feeling fucking great, this is without a doubt the best blow job I've gotten, a few minutes later a rush and I came. In her mouth. And she swallowed. And kept sucking until I told her to stop. And then she broke down in tears.
"That was unfair of me. I took advantage of you with that, "
"What do you mean?"
"I should never have gone this far, it wasn't right of me."
"I still don't get it."
She took off her skirt. And when she pulled off her panties, she had a cock!." I'm transgender but I should have told you beforehand."
"I looked at her cock. And then I took it in my mouth.
"No Andy, you don't have to...."
I interrupted her. "My name is Amanda and I want to do it. I'm just hoping I can do a good job because this is my first time". And with that I started sucking her cock. I took it in my mouth and sucked on it. It was strange but at the same time, I was enjoying it. This is what I denied myself the feeling of a warm cock in my mouth... I sucked it, took it out of my mouth and licked her shaft and balls and then took it back into my mouth and after a few minutes or so she stiffened up and came into my mouth. Not a lot of cum but enough for a first timer.
"Oh Amanda, thar was wonderful" she said she kissed me. I coughed a little bit, and she kissed me again. I had a little cum on my mouth which she licked, and we kissed again. We both had cum in our mouths. She had me change, gave me a babydoll to wear here. I took off my makeup and wig. And she fell asleep in my arms.
Her alarm went off at 8:00AM. "I have to get ready to go to work. I'm working a 12 hour shift today but that mean I have tomorrow off".
"Then I'll wait until tomorrow" I said.
"Good, because I'm coming up with a plan for a couple of things. In the meantime, get your body rested. You can sleep here if you need, rest stay here until you're ready." I slept for a couple of hours and went home.
The following morning, she called me. I was not a morning person, but her call sparked me up. I went over. She gave me a quick way of feminizing my voice, even though it's just a little bit. We went and got our nails and toes done. We went out for lunch. Then we went back to her place. She put on a bra,garter belt and stockings and had the same for me. We got into bed together and kissed and rubbed each other's cocks. She took her cock and rubbed it against mine. She sucked my cock and then said "fuck me. Please I want you inside me". She took some lube and put it in her ass. "Come on, I need you in my body."i've never had a girl let me fuck her in the ass and now Hannah was begging me for it.I spread her cheeks and very slowly I fucked her.
"Oh yeah, Amanda you feel so good. Fuck me baby, faster, yes", I was deep in her and she screamed in pleasure. After I came, I grabbed her cock and sucked her until she came.
"Oh, that was so good" she said. "You fucked me, and I came from that, and you sucked me and I came I can't remember the last time I came twice."
"I'm glad" I said. "I feel so comfortable dressing as a girl and making you feel good."
I asked her about her past. "I knew I was different from as far back as I remember" she said. "I was about four and needed to pee. The door was open, and I sat down. My father said, you can stand, and I said, girls sit when they pee. At first, they thought it was a phase. But it hardly was one. I started takng my sisters clothes. They didn't want me doing that so they went and bought me girly clothes ,bras, hose and panties which I wore inside. Then one day, I decided that it wasn't quite enough I was about 14, I showed up to school in girls clothes, went to the principal and said I no longer want to be known as Henry. I was Hannah. This of course brought a visit from my parents. The principal promised the school would be a safe haven. The only problem was not all the students were okay with it t. The girls ranged from thinking it was so cute, to girls who made fun of me and wouldn't let me use their bathroom and the boys who gave me uncomfortable looks and called me names like Fag. homo, sissy. Other boys would ask me for blow jobs. I dropped out, then as Hannah I took the GED's and enrolled in a college program. They offered a program in nursing. I knew that was what I wanted to do. Meanwhile I had been on hormones since 16 and the psychiatrist said we would need to sit down and discuss whether I wanted bottom surgery."
"What happened" I asked.
"I was in contact with some other transgenders. One said that sex was unbelievable. That becoming a woman was the best thing ever. Then one had to have surgery because despite dilation her vagina closed up. She said she never enjoyed sex after that. Even anal wasn't the same. So, when he asked me, I couldn't answer, and he said I should take another year to decide. Then I began working as a nurse, everyone accepted me as a woman and I thought, this is what I really wanted."
"So why Hannah?"
"it's I always felt my name was. Hey, it beats Henrietta."We laughed.
"It's the same thing with me. Yes, you could say it's close to my name, but I didn't connect that. I had a dream when I was young, I was dressed in girl clothes, and someone called me Amanda. It was then I called myself Amanda. Unfortunately, my sister was the opposite of yours. She made me feel like a pervert and a freak."
I kissed her again. I sucked her cock and then I said, "Fuck me." She said she wasn't sure if she should, but after some goading, she put her cock in my ass. She slowly moved her cock in and out of me. I found myself saying what she said. "Oh, fuck me baby "It hurt but it felt so fucking good. I came from being fucked.
I started living as Amanda full time. I legally changed my name. I registered In a college program. I went on the same regiment as Hannah, not too much so I couldn't get hard and while I don't shoot like I used to, I do enjoy sex. And I have B tits! My voice is like a Kathleen Turner/Lauren Bacall husky voice which Hannah thought was incredibly sexy. The neighbors knew us as the lesbian couple down the hall. I sent my sister a picture of me. She didn't respond.
A few years later. I graduated. My diploma read Amanda Carter, RN.
I had the job of my dreams and the woman of my dreams. And I was the woman I always knew in my heart I should be. I was finally happy.
I hope you liked this story. Write me at Amandasutton403@gmail.com.