What We Remember
By Emery C. Walters
My name is Hunter. It used to be Holly. That’s my whole life story, right there. I was born female but have always felt male. I was okay until puberty hit, and then I was devastated. I don’t know, I guess I naively thought I’d just become a man then, or something. That didn’t happen of course, instead I grew boobs—big ones, and curves and started having—ugh—periods. I was very much an overachieving female, and I still liked guys, which I thought went with the territory. Every time I saw a cute guy, I wondered what it would be like to have him see me as a man, though, which warped my mind because as a female, liking guys, I was straight, right? It never occurred to me that if I were male, I’d be gay. Probably. Unless that changed, too. I didn’t want to
