Just after I transitioned, I moved to another city to live with a couple I knew.
My breasts were A cup and I wore cookies daily, working as a woman.
Well one night the female component of the couple made a pass at me. She was only the second woman I had been to bed with and it seemed like fun

A few months later, she told me I was about to bedome a father. Humm.... I had isolated my self from my family, left all my freinds to start a new life and this?
I saw the baby born, held her in my arms and fell in love with her. Afterwards the male counterpart, took me to the side and told me the child wasnt his. He didnt know whos it was... AARRGGHH...
The mother left the father(?) and moved in with me and I transitioned out, back to the male part. It was the hardest thing I have ever done, but the child was mine and I had a responsibility....
When my daughter was 2, things started to get bad. The mother started to accuse me of sexually abusing the child and doing horrible things to her. Her family believed her and made my life miserable, after all, some one like me was a freak of nature. Messing with kids just went hand in hand after all... 2 of 3 brothers cut off all contact, only one continued to talk to me.
My lawyer (MY LAWYER) called the press and it went out wide. People in the town avoided me. People that knew me stopped talking to me. The CP rep, just barely let me hug my daughter during supervised visitation.
Years of family court, child protective visits and a spanish inquisition by 3 departments of the police and a battery of psychologists and psychiatrists, the court agreed. I was not the abuser. It was the mother. She was beating the child, then calling CP, blaming me.
1 week after her 5th birthday, she came to live with me full time. She is 19 now, graduated high school, has a job and planning for college. A normal, healthy, happy neo-adult.
Being a single parent has been hard, but for every giggle, every snuggle has been worth the wait for surgery. Now is my time...