I was named after my father, and the only thing my mother hated worse than my name was him. But, she insisted that I become Hal and not Harold, and Hal is kind of a different, not so common name, and it fits me. Haley just seemed natural to me, I didn’t even have to think about i. The first time I put on my wig, slid those forms into my bra, and looked in the mirror I knew my name was Haley. It’s who I am now, a fun, sexy girl with a name that I can respond to and identify all of the other components of my life with. I hope you work it out and the results make you happy.