Some Fine Day

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.

Emery C. Walters · LGBT+

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Chapter 33

So, apparently, I was good at emergencies. I guess the inner boy took charge when I’d personally rather have crawled into a hole, or else I was just very adaptable, learning to roll out of bed when cop cars chased people behind the apartments and guns were pulled.

One time this happened Bill went outside in his underwear and a ski mask, holding a 45 if I remember right, calling to the officer, “I got this, you get the other one.” I was by then on the floor beside the bed not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

As things deteriorated there, Bill brought people home with him from the road. I remember one young man who had a loaded 45 in his backpack…and the three men in suits who came to the door looking for Bill…they gave me the chills. Mafia, anyone? Luckily, or not, Bill had taken off, and I had no idea where he was.

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