"Emily, I like you for your brain not your genitals." Emily's throat went dry, her brain shutting down. She waited a moment to see if he'd burst into laughter. Was this a joke? If the world wasn't spinning before it certainly was now. "Eddie, call me Eddie ~~~~ Emily is coming to terms with the fact that she's not Emily- she never was. She's always been Eddie and in a world of confusion, disbelief and out right hatred HE and the boy who would love him even if identified as a tree must find a way to overcome the obstacle handed to him at birth.