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

Aug 30: Exercises in Frustration. First off is the phone ringing to announce—after I put the receiver to my ear—that some moron is trying to send me a fax.


Next, I drove (25 miles give or take) down to the base pharmacy to see if my testosterone is ready, since the guy said it would be ready a week ago and he would keep it for me till this week because of the bridge being closed last week. Well of course he wasn’t there, the girl said it wasn’t there, and he should be back in just a few minutes.


She took one look at my other prescription for needles and syringes and said, we don’t carry this stuff. This is after, if you remember, I had to call the doctor in Seattle and convince them that I had to have a separate prescription for those. Then after that that I had to have it mailed to me because the script had to be hand carried in as they wouldn’t take it over the phone.


Chapter 63