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

While we were in Reston, VA, again for several months, a couple of things happened that would have been vastly different if we had not changed our gender roles. They both occurred during a short weekend trip to a Bed & Breakfast in West Virginia. It was owned by two lesbians, who hated me on sight. I was ‘the enemy’, perhaps worse for having once been, presumably, one of them. Many FTMs do come from lesbian backgrounds, although I had not. The place shall remain nameless, but it was unpleasant and unprofessional.


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