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

When there were dances and movies after hours during the conference, I did not attend, with a bit of fear looking over my shoulder, my feeling of alienation due to my age, and just a vast feeling of being overwhelmed; I stayed in. I ate supper in the hotel or around the corner at the IHOP, and went to bed early. I was probably not the only one to do that, but of course at the time, it felt like it. I wished I were as young as ‘the others’ and my two trigger words, ‘everyone else’ and ‘nobody else’ played havoc with my mind. Did I always have to be the outsider, even in my own tribe? I had nightmares. On every page of my steno-pad journal I mention wishing I were young.


There was a class on Phalloplasty. Ugh.


On to the first of three classes. “Look Before You Leap. The presenter had a vast display of hospital artifacts. He had me talked out of ever getting one in the first five minutes. Too much information! Gross! He paid $20,000 for a 5 ? inch functional penis.


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