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

So that’s the short version. I did wake up like that. The day before someone had told me I would dream my real name. So I stayed awake half the night, like you do, wondering. The only name I dreamed of, however was ‘Star’, the name of the dog we had had. I didn’t think that was it, so gave up, and dropped off to a sound sleep. Except, when I was just coming awake, someone called me by name; the voice said quietly, ‘Emery’. This was a name I’d never really heard before, especially spelled that way, and I knew myself.


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