This is the story of how Emery Walters became whom he was supposed to be.<br><br>I knew I was male at an early age, something that was a societal no-no in the 1950s and still is in parts of the country today. Burying my male identity, I strove to be the best woman possible. But after raising my four wonderful children from two debilitating marriages, I found myself alone and nearly penniless. That was when Emery asserted his identity.<br><br>Life became better with the shift from female to male, a third marriage, and a wife who, herself, transitioned from male to female.

Some Fine Day

I even tried to get a job. I had to; we had very little money coming in while we put Frank though college. I got a job at a box and bottling company, opening and stapling cardboard boxes. I really enjoyed all three days I worked there. Frankie was only six weeks old, and I was still nursing, and when Frank got a job, I quit. Must have been my male side that enjoyed that line of work. My female disguise considered a job as a Playboy Bunny, but I didn’t think I was attractive enough. Probably lucky that I didn’t try too seriously.


We went to New York City several times. Once, we had dinner with friends at a very nice Japanese restaurant, floor cushion seating and sake, the whole thing. There was even an attendant in the bathroom, though when I stood up to go there my left leg was asleep and I almost fell over. People looked at me like I was just another white-bread American who shouldn’t drink sake.


Chapter 17