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

Speaking of that doctor, his nurse just called to tell me my girly-parts looked great. Um, can I rephrase that? Well, no, that’s what they said. Well not quite. Can I just shoot myself now, please? There is no chocolate in this house. I know where there is an empty M&M’s bag I could inhale though…


Oh—Robyn’s glasses were about half the price of mine. Talk about adding insult to injury. I’m going to go do something studly now, like practice my sword strikes—then I’ll go do the quilting, lalalalala (oh shit, was that the card table? Sorry!)


Chapter 74