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Emily and Steve Ch. 01

By: Travel_by_day



As I pulled my cock out of Emily's ass and shot my load onto her flat stomach, where my cum mixed with the load the beautiful blonde cross-dresser had just shot from her throbbing cock a moment before, I thought to myself that work was suddenly going to be a lot more fun.

My name is Steve and I work as an accounts payable clerk at an office supply company. Basically, my job is pretty dull -- sitting around and trying to reconcile our purchases with our vendor invoices, but that's not why you're reading this story, so that's enough of that. 

I work in a department of five people plus my boss. In addition to myself there are three women who I can't stand. All they do is gossip all day long, especially about each other behind the others' backs. Whenever possible I avoid speaking to them. My boss spends most of his time sitting in his office, planning unnecessary business trips for himself and his "executive assistant" and playing Free Cell.

The only other person in the department is Mike, who isn't much of a conversationalist either, at least not with me. I'm a pretty big dude who is into sports, working out and cars, and Mike is a small guy who doesn't watch sports, hasn't lifted a dumbbell in his life and rides to work on a bicycle. Add to that the fact that Mike is one of the shyest people I know, and any conversations we've had have been over almost before they start. Usually I'll say hi to Mike, who will stare at his feet and mumble something, strands from his blond hair escaping out of the ponytail he keeps it in to fall in front of his face and cover his eyes completely.

It's fine that I don't talk to the folks at work, though. In fact, I don't have many friends in the city at all. I moved here from another state after finishing college, and haven't bothered to make many friends. But it's okay for me, because it saves me having to explain why I would keep showing up to their dinner parties and potlucks without a girlfriend. I don't think that the chatty-Cathys in the office would understand if I brought who I wanted to date to their next pool party. I like shemales and cross-dressers.

Mostly on weeknights I go home and watch some good shemale porn, waiting for Thursday night to roll around. On Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights, some of the local clubs hold their transgendered nights, which is my opportunity to get out and meet some of the lovely t-girls in the city. I keep hoping to find a nice girl to date, but mostly I just run into girls who are "working" to make a little extra cash.

Last Thursday I got dressed up in a nice, button down shirt, a pair of dark slacks and a highly polished pair of black shoes, and headed out to the OUTside Club's Thursday night transgendered night. I arrived around 11 o'clock at night, which is about when the party gets started. I walked in and surveyed the scene. Mostly it was the same crowd as usual, a few really good looking t-girls who I know were professionals, a few cross-dressers with bad wigs who I could tell were just starting their transformations, and a bunch of guys hanging around and ogling the girls. It looked like it was going to be another sorry night.

Then I saw her, standing by the bar sipping a vodka cooler, a beautiful, blonde slim t-girl wearing a short skirt and spaghetti strap top. She was about 5 feet 6 inches tall, with a few extra inches added by her tall heels. She had blonde, shoulder-length hair with a slight wave in it, which bounced as she laughed. Her body was very slim, and though she appeared to not have any breasts, her legs were amazing and her skin was creamy white and looked smooth.

I started to move towards her, and soon she looked up and caught my eye. For a moment, her blue eyes sparkled as we connected, but then I saw a strange look cross her face. She quickly grabbed her purse and taking a wide berth around me, ran towards the door. I turned to call out after her, but then my brain kicked in and I suddenly realized what I had just seen. The beautiful, vivacious blonde I had just seen was actually Mike, from the office! Or, at least, inhabiting the same body as Mike from the office, because in the few moments of observing the woman at the bar, she definitely showed a different personality than the mousy, accounts payable clerk to works a couple cubicles over from me.

I stuck around at the club for a little while, but I couldn't get the amazing blonde out of my head, so I headed home and tried to fall asleep, for the first time in months looking forward to going into work the next day.

Friday morning I showed up at the office early, the first time that has ever happened, but just sat at my desk without working. I waited, my heart pounding, for Mike to appear, but come 9 o'clock he still hadn't come in. Mike had never been late before, and I was starting to get worried that I might have scared him away from work for good, but then about 9:30 he showed up.

For the next half day I tried to get Mike alone to speak with him, but he was very adept at avoiding me, always rushing off to a meeting or to the mail room whenever I approached. Finally, after lunch I had my opportunity, catching Mike walking down a hallway towards me, and knowing that there was no way for him to reverse his direction. Staring down, he tried to move around me, but I blocked the hall.

"Hey Mike," I said, trying to sound cheerful and nonchalant, "how you doing?"

Mike, staring at his feed, mumbled something I couldn't even hear. I plunged forwards.

"So, last night I was out at this club, the OUTside. I don't know if you know it, anyways, there was this amazingly hot blonde there. She was so attractive, but I didn't get an opportunity to speak with her before she left. I really wish I could have spoken with her." I paused, but Mike didn't make any move, just continued to stare down.

"So," I continued, "I'm heading out to this club tonight called Blo on Smith Street. It'd be great if I got an opportunity to meet the amazing woman I saw last night. If you know her, maybe you could pass on a message for me."

Mike nodded and spoke very softly, "Umm, okay." I expected him to push past me right away, but he kept staring down. I looked down, and realized what he was looking at. I had a rock solid hard-on that was straining against the fabric of my slacks. Normally I'd be mortified to be walking around with a boner at work, but given Mike's interest, I decided to play it up. I put my thumb through my front belt loop, and stroked my cock through my pants with my fingers. 

"Anyway, let the blonde know that I'd really love to see her tonight," I concluded. With that, I turned and let Mike pass me.

Mike disappeared from the office for the rest of the afternoon, my boss told me that he had asked for the afternoon off to run some personal errands. I was a little depressed, because it made me think that perhaps Mike's beautiful, blonde alter-ego was going to avoid the Blo club tonight. I tried to keep my spirits high after work as I got ready to go out, but I couldn't help but feel like I wasn't going to get my wish.

I arrived at Blo earlier than I usually do, showing up at 9:30 pm. I scanned the mostly empty room, no signs of the blonde. I grabbed a beer and stood at the bar, hoping that she would show up. I stared at the entrance, my hope rising each time I saw a shadow in the entrance way, but depressed each time someone other than the blonde turned the corner and entered the club. I took a swig of beer, and sighed. Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder. "My friend Mike tells me you are looking for me," a soft voice said.

I turned around, and there she was. She was standing close to me, and the odor of strawberries came from her shoulder length blonde hair. She was wearing a thigh-high, bare shoulder gold and black dress. I looked directly into her blue eyes, and a big smile came across my face. "I didn't see you come in," I said.

"I was in the powder room, fixing my makeup. I'm Emily," she introduced herself.

"I'm Steve," I replied back, and stood frozen not sure what to do next.

"Don't I get a hug?" Emily asked, her eyes sparkling and a sly smile coming across her face. I grabbed her and held her tight, and I know she couldn't help buy notice that my cock was already hard and pressing against her stomach.

I bought Emily a drink, and we chatted for a bit. She was confident and funny, always looking me in the eye, nothing like her alter-ego Mike from work. Emily exuded a passion and sexual energy, and was generous with her physical touches, constantly touching my arm or chest when telling me a story. After we finished our drinks, we hit the dance floor, and soon Emily was in my arms facing away from me, her ass pressing up and grinding against my groin. I let my hands drift down her body, past the hem line of her skirt and across the smooth skin of her thighs. I buried my nose in her blonde hair, inhaling deeply, and then moving her hair to the side so I could kiss the nape of her neck.

We continued to dance, our bodies sliding against each other until I was ready to explode. I would have taken Emily right there, in the bathroom of the Blo club, I was so horny, but I decided a slightly more refined approach was called for.

"Emily, my apartment is only a few blocks away. Would you care to come over for a drink?" I asked. She smiled, grabbed my hand and without a word led me out of the club.

The four block walk to my apartment was one of the most torturous events of my life. I just wanted to be upstairs in my apartment with Emily in my arms, but the walk seemed like it took forever. Finally we arrived at my building, and took the elevator to the 12th floor. Just as the doors open, Emily turned around, pressed me against the back of the elevator, and gave me an amazingly passionate kiss. My knees buckled and the blood drained from my head. I felt like I'd just run a marathon. Emily turned and strutted out of the elevator, asking me "what apartment number?"

"1214," I called out weakly, still steadying myself against the back wall of the elevator. I probably would have stood their all night if the doors starting to close hadn't jarred me back to reality. I dashed out of the elevator just ahead of the closing doors.

Emily was walking down the hall, about 10 feet ahead of me. She reached up to her shoulders, and moved the straps of her dress off down her arms. The dress fell to the floor, and Emily stepped out of it. She walked down the hallway wearing nothing but her black heels and a black thong showing off her amazing tight ass. "Can you get that for me," she asked, gesturing back towards the dress lying on the floor.

I was turned on and terrified at the same time. I so wanted Emily, but was scared that one of my neighbors might exit their apartment and see a beautiful woman wandering down the hall with nothing but a thong on. I had no idea how I would explain that.

Emily reached my door, and turned around, pressing her back against the door and sliding her arms up to the top of the doorway. As I approached, I could see Emily's cock straining against the front of her little black thong. That would be even harder to explain to the neighbors. I reached the door, and Emily wrapped her arms around, pulling me close in to kiss her. She parted her lips, and I soon found her tongue exploring the inside of my mouth. I let my right hand run down her back and over her precious ass as I fumbled with my keys in my left hand, trying to unlock the door and get us inside before the neighbors saw us.

Finally, as nervous sweat poured down my brow, I unlocked and opened the door and got us inside. I breathed a sigh of relief, but Emily just laughed. "You seem a little nervous," she said, walking into my kitchen, "let's see if we can't find something to cut your nerves." She opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of white wine I had chilling, as I collapsed onto the couch. I watched her move around my kitchen, finding wine glasses and an opener, opening the wine and pouring it, all the while wearing nothing but a black thong.

She walked towards me, and I finally relaxed enough to take an opportunity to really check out her body. She had a beautiful face, with her blue eyes, button nose and red lips. Her long neck led down to a slim body. Emily had no breasts, but her nipples were large and already hard. She had a flat stomach, a slender waist and long, thin legs. And, as I have already pointed out, I could see the outline of a beautiful cock inside her tiny black thong.

Emily sat beside me, and handed me one of the glasses of wine. "I guess I got you a little riled up," she said, running her hand down my chest and along my leg. "I hope you don't mind, but I am a little forward when it comes to sex."

"No, I don't mind at all. I was just a little, umm, unprepared for such an incredible display. I really enjoyed it though."

She stood up, and through a sly smile said, "then perhaps you'll also enjoy this." She walked over to my stereo, and turned it on. She started to dance to the music, erotic and sexy, occasionally coming close enough to place a kiss on my lips, but mostly staying tantalizing just out of reach. I stroked myself through my pants. Finally, as the song ended, she walked over to the couch, and straddled me, pushing me back. She kissed me hard again, her tongue again playing with mine.

As she kissed me, her hands went to work, undoing my shirt buttons, my belt and unzipping my pants. I raised myself off the couch just a little, and she slid my pants down past my knees and around my ankles. I kicked my pants off and wrestled myself out of my shirt, all without ever breaking our lip lock, and soon I was sitting on the couch in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs and Emily, still wearing just her heels and thong, continue to straddle me.

Emily finally broke our kiss and stood up. She looked at me for a moment, and then ran her hands over my stomach. I don't want to brag, but I have a pretty rock hard set of abs, and Emily seemed to really appreciate them. Soon she was kissing and running her tongue along my stomach, slowly working her way downwards. She reached the elastic of my boxer briefs, and ran her tongue along and inside my underwear. I moaned and threw my head back, and Emily took the opportunity to grab my underwear with both hands and yank them off. My cock sprang free, and Emily took it quickly in her mouth.

Emily sucked my cock as I stroked her beautiful blonde hair. She was very good, sucking me, as well as adding in elements like licking the shaft, sucking on my balls and flirting with the tip of my cock with her tongue. I was close to coming, and told her so.

"If you come now," she asked, "will you be able to come again later?"

"Yes, for sure," I replied.

"Good," she said, and lunged upon my cock with her mouth, deep throating it. I pushed up against her face, and soon launched a wad of cum into her mouth. Once I had shot my load, Emily looked up at me, opened her mouth and showed me the cum inside it. She smiled, closed her lips and then swallowed down my load.

After that, we moved to the bedroom where we lay on the bed and kissed as I recuperated my strength. After 20 minutes, I was ready to go again, and I finally got a chance to see Emily's cock. Moving into position to sixty-nine each other, I pulled her thong off. She had a nice 6 inch long circumcised member, hard and almost bright red in color. The tip of the cock was covered with gooey pre-cum, which I gladly sucked up before getting her whole cock in my mouth. We continued to sixty-nine, but it was hard to concentrate with Emily doing such an excellent blow job.

After 10 minutes of sucking, Emily said he wanted me to fuck her. Emily lay on her back, and put her legs in the air. I grabbed her legs, and pulled her ass up to my cock. I entered her, and started pushing inside her. Emily grabbed her cock and started to stroke herself as I plunged deep inside her ass.

And that is where this story started. Emily soon shot her load onto her stomach, and when I was close, I pulled out of her and shot my load onto her as well. I cleaned up Emily's cock and stomach with my tongue, lapping up our combined loads in my mouth and swallowing them down. Then we kissed some more, and soon fell asleep in each other's arms.

As an aside, I know that sounds romantic, but I woke up an hour later and my arm was completely numb! After my arm woke up, though, we had an excellent weekend together, and I dropped Emily off at her place on Sunday evening. "I hope to see you again soon," I said.

"Me too," she said. "We can probably communicate through our mutual friend Mike. Just let him know when you want to see me, and I'll do the same. I'm sure we will be able to arrange many more meetings."

On Monday I trudged into work, depressed about the week ahead as usual and pining for my excellent weekend again. Mike came in, blond hair back in a ponytail and head down as usual. He walked by my desk without saying a word, but after my computer booted up, I got an IM from an Emily69 saying how much she enjoyed our weekend. I replied back that I enjoyed it too, and heard the ping of an incoming IM from Mike's cube.

Not much has changed at work since meeting Emily. Mike is still pretty non-communicative; though now we usually eat lunch together, though mostly we don't say much. But every once in a while, Mike will say something funny or sassy, and look up at me, and I'll see sparkling blue eyes and know that Emily has joined us for just a moment, and I'll start looking forward to our next meeting. 

Emily and Steve Ch. 02



Chapter 2 - Indoor Picnic

I was sitting at my desk with my office phone pressed against my ear, supporting myself with my left hand and trying not to fall asleep. On the other end, someone from Gooseman Paper Products droned on about terms of payment and invoice formats. It was a typical Thursday afternoon.

Just then, an IM popped up on my computer. It was from Emily69. I read it with increasing interest. "Meet me in Mr. Krebs old office at 2pm," it said. I looked at my watch, it was 1:15. My conference call was due to end at 2:00. Suddenly this dull day was going to be interesting. I started day-dreaming about Emily.

I was wrestled back to reality though when I heard the words "Steve, what do you think?" coming from the phone against my ear. I realized that I hadn't been listening.

My name is Steve and I work as an accounts payable clerk at an office supply company. A few weeks ago I meet a beautiful blonde cross-dresser named Emily at a club, who has an alter-ego named Mike who happens to work at my office. After work, when Mike changes into Emily, we've had some wild nights. At work, however, Emily doesn't often show up, unless it's to send me an IM.

It was obvious that this Thursday was going to be different. Our company has been growing, which means more work for us, but at least my job is secure. Because of the growth, though, we had outgrown the building we were working in, and therefore we started the process of moving to a new building. The move had been taking place in phases, with our accounts payable group the last group to move. For two days prior to that Thursday, the only people on our floor had been the 7 people in the accounts payable group, my boss and his executive assistant, three gossiping and catty women who were AP clerks, Mike and myself.

My boss and his executive assistant had left on Wednesday for "conference" (actual a chance for a romantic tryst) in New York City, and the 3 gossip queens had taken the opportunity for a "girls' lunch." The last time they had a girls' lunch, they were out of the office all afternoon, only showing up, drunk on frozen margaritas, to pick up their bags and turn off their computers at the end of the day, so I knew that Mike and I would have the entire floor to ourselves all afternoon.

Mike had disappeared at lunch, and hadn't returned to his desk. I tried to focus enough to complete my conference call, but really couldn't help but continue to think about what surprise Emily had in store for me. This was going to be the first time I'd seen Emily at the office.

Finally, after going in circles on invoice formats for 45 minutes, my conference call ended. I quickly left my desk and headed towards Mr. Krebs old office. Mr. Krebs is the CFO of our company, and had a beautiful corner office that provided excellent views of a nearby forested valley with a river running through it. I had only been in Mr. Krebs office once before, and that was on my first day when I was introduced to our CFO, got a pep talk about being part of the "team," and as soon as I left the office, Mr. Krebs promptly forgot everything about me. Typical executive behavior, really.

Mr. Krebs was one of the first people to move to the new building for his bigger office with a better view, so his old office had been sitting empty for weeks, all the furniture moved out. I had no idea what Emily had planned for a large room with only a carpet to sit on, but I was excited to find out.

I arrived at Mr. Krebs office to find the door closed. I knocked and said, "Is anyone in there?"

"The door is open," I heard Emily reply back. I opened the door slowly.

The office felt even bigger without the furniture in it. Large, floor to ceiling glass windows ran along the two outer walls, providing excellent views of the forested valley and river below. A few maple and oak trees were close to the building along the one wall, with the canopy about the height of Mr. Krebs office. The green canopy of the maple and oaks made it feel almost like we were outside.

On the floor in the middle of the office, a blanket had been spread out. On the blanket was a plate with some cherries and strawberries and a small bowl of whipped cream. Beside the blanket, chilling in a bucket of ice was a bottle of champagne. A portable CD player was plugged into a wall in the corner of the room, playing soft and sensual music through a seat of portable speakers.

The thing that really caught my attention though, was Emily. She was reclining on the blanket, wearing nothing but a lacy black bra and black thong with quick release buckles on the side straps like the strippers wear. She was leaning on her elbows behind her, one leg stretched out in front of her, the other leg bent at the knee. Her hair cascaded down from behind her, revealing all of her pretty face. She looked almost like a model doing a lingerie photo shoot. I quickly entered the room and closed the door behind me.

"Nice outfit," I commented. 

Emily laughed. "I've been wearing this all day underneath my work clothes," she said. "And all day you thought it was Mike who was in the office with you."

"Wow, good thing I didn't know, otherwise all the blood would have collected in my groin, and I wouldn't have had any to power my brain to complete my mornings work," I joked, walking and talking a seat beside Emily on the blanket.

"I hope you like picnics," she said, grabbing for the champagne bottle. She popped the cork, and the champagne spewed up and out of the bottle in a frothy white wave. Emily let the champagne escaping the bottle land on stomach, and as she was reclining the champagne ran down her stomach and started to wet her panties. She put the bottle down, and looking at her wet stomach said, "you wouldn't mind cleaning that up, would you?"

"Not at all," I replied, and started licking and sucking the champagne off her body. I started from the top, working my way down her stomach, taking special care to lick every last drop out of her belly button, before reaching her wet panties. I sucked on the fabric of her panties, taking extra time to trace the outline of her increasingly growing cock with my tongue.

I reached down with my hand, and started to pull her panties down. "Not so quick," Emily said, moving my hand away gently. "We have all afternoon."

Emily undid my tie and shirt, and soon had them off me. She unbuckled my belt and undid my pants, and soon those were crumpled on the floors as well. She pulled down my briefs, and I was naked on the blanket, my erection rock hard. "Seems a little unfair that I'm naked and you're not," I said, laughing. Emily just smiled and told me to be patient.

Emily pulled a scarf out of her bag and blindfolded me. I felt a piece of cloth wrap around my hands, and Emily cinched it tight and tied it off, handcuffing me with a silk scarf. Soon she was feeding me strawberries and cherries dipped in whipped cream, playfully dabbing them against my chest and my face, and then licking off any cream that were deposited there. She poured a couple glasses of champagne, and held the glass up to my lips to take a sip.

As she was doing this, Emily was kneeling, straddling my right leg. Her right leg was between my legs, and her right knee was pressed up against my groin, putting a delightful pressure on my taint and scrotum. Every time she moved to get a new berry or grab the champagne glasses, her leg brushed against my balls and cock, making them jolt with pleasure. I loved every minute, but also in torture at the same time, as I couldn't touch my throbbing cock and relieve some of the pressure.

After 10 minutes of feeding me, Emily leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "how do you feel?"

"Like I want to take you right here," I replied. 

Emily laughed, and pushed me back so I was lying down, my bound hands and arms pinned beneath me. She moved herself so her ass was pressing down on my cock. She gyrated against my hard on, making me moan with pleasure. "Mmm, yes I can feel that you want me. How do you want me?"

"I want to take you from behind," I blurted out, without thinking. 

"Oh, naughty boy!" Emily jumped off me, grabbed me and turned me over. She undid the knots around my hands, and then moved away. I pushed myself up and removed my blindfold to see Emily kneeing at the edge of the blanket with the champagne bottle in her left hand. With her right hand she clicked on the buckle on the side of her thong, and it fell away from her ass. Emily bent over, leaning on her right hand, while she poured the rest of the champagne on her ass. The champagne streamed down the crack of her ass, soaking it completely. "You gotta lick it before you stick it," she said, laughing, and dropped the empty champagne bottle to get on all fours.

I went to work on licking up all that champagne off her, working my tongue deep inside her asshole, and sucking the wetness off her taint and balls as well. Even after all the champagne was gone, I continued to work her asshole with my tongue. Emily moaned with pleasure as I lightly tickled around the rim of her ass with my tongue, then darted it in and out of her hole before plunging it as deep as I could into her ever increasingly opening back door. Soon her ass was slick with my saliva, and she growled at me to fuck her now.

My cock entered her spit-soaked asshole with ease. I was so horny that I practically drilled a hole right through her. I bounced her against me, my cock exploring deep inside her. I reached around, and felt her hard cock moistening with pre-cum. I tried to stroke her, but couldn't maintain the rhythm of both pounding her from behind and trying to jerk her off, so I concentrated on fucking her. She didn't seem to mind, as she moaned and grunted with pleasure, and she grabbed her cock with her right hand to take care of herself.

I was getting close, and Emily was breathing increasingly hard and moaning especially loudly, so I knew she was close to. "Give me the champagne glass," she said between moans. Without breaking my rhythm, I reached over and handed her my champagne flute, still holding about a quarter a glass of the bubbly. She grabbed it and held it up to her cock, and shot her load of cum right into the glass. I was startled and turned on as she showed me the white, gooey cum running down the inside of the glass and mixing with the champagne, and I couldn't hold my load anymore and shot it inside her.

We collapsed on the blanket, exhausted from the effort. We held each other, and kissed lightly as we caught our breath.

"You never did tell me if you like picnics," Emily said.

"Oh, I do for sure," I replied. I grabbed the champagne flute that Emily had cum in, and she grabbed her champagne, and we toasted to the picnic. Emily drank down the last drops of her untainted champagne, while I enjoyed the taste of bubbles from France mixed with cum from a beautiful blonde cross-dresser.



Emily and Steve Ch. 03



Tuesday night, and I arrived home from the gym to find that Emily was already fully dressed and had taken the time to lay out our take-out Thai food onto plates and set the dining room table. Since I first realized that Mike from my work had a secret life as Emily, a beautiful blonde transvestite, Emily and I have been pretty seriously dating. 

To make life easy for us, I gave Mike a key to my place. On most weekdays, I go to the gym right after work. Mike will ride his bike from work to my place, where he lets himself in and takes time to transform into the beautiful Emily. We then have some dinner, sometimes eating in and sometimes heading out, and then we usually fall into bed with each other. Some days Emily stays over, but mostly she heads back to her place so she can transform back into Mike and have access to his set of work clothes in the morning.

This Tuesday, we were planning on staying in. Emily was lighting the candles on the dining room table as I dropped my gym bag by the front door, and started moving towards her to kiss her. "How was the gym," she asked, turning to greet me.

I put my arms around her waist and pulled her close to me, planting a kiss on her beautiful red lips. After breaking the kiss, I responded to her question. "Good, not too busy today, so I didn't have to wait long for the machines. And I got a 30 minute run in on the treadmills."

Emily laid her head against my chest and was silent for a moment as we held our embrace. Finally she broke her silence and said, "You don't smell like you ran for thirty minutes."

"Well, I did shower afterwards."

Emily laughed. "That's why I don't think I could go to the gym. Obviously I couldn't go into the women's dressing room, and I think if I was showering in the men's dressing room, I couldn't help but want to be a total slut and just let all those Greek Adonis fuck me right in the shower."

I laughed, and kissed her again. I didn't bother to tell her that at the gym I went to, she was more likely to run into a bunch of pot-bellied, hairy middle-aged men in the shower then some sort of swim team locker room. Why kill the fantasy, I figured. 

Wednesday, the next day, I went to the gym again after work. I did another 30 minutes of aerobic, this time on the ellipse machine and the stair-master, and did a strength training work-out on my chest and upper back and legs, as yesterday I had concentrated on my arms and Monday had done exercises for my core. After working out, I did some cool-down stretches, and headed to the showers.

I was standing in the shower, soaping up when my mind wandered to Emily's comments last night about the shower. I thought of her, soaking wet, her shoulder length blonde hair dripping down her back. I imagined her turning away from me, and bending slightly, her ass rising slightly as she stood on her tip-toes. My mind raced with images of her getting fucked from behind, not just by me, but by the imaginary shower full of muscle bound hunks.

I was snapped back to reality when I could feel the blood starting to pool in my groin. My penis was starting to grow slightly, and rising just a little bit. "Oh shit," I thought, "I can't get a hard-on in the gym shower!" I looked around, and was mortified to see that there were 3 other guys in the shower. None of them were looking at me, but I'm sure if I got a raging hard-on, I would be hard to miss. I put all thought of Emily out of my mind, and turned the shower's cold water up to blast me back down. I consciously thought of unsexy things, like month-end reports for work, the retirees that come for the aqua-aerobics classes and dead, dismembered puppies. I quickly finished showering, and got dressed.

Later that evening, as Emily and I were strolling in the cool night air, I told her the story of my almost hard-on in the shower thinking about her fantasy. She laughed and pulled me close to her, and whispered in my ear, "well, we'll have to see what we can do to make that fantasy come true." When we returned to the apartment, we went into the bathroom and had a vigorous fuck in the shower. It was very sexy, but afterwards Emily admitted that it wasn't quite up to the image in her mind. 

"Probably something about the public aspects of the sex in the gym locker room," I suggested. Emily nodded agreement, and then changed the subject. I had thought that was the end of the shower fantasy, but Emily would prove me wrong.

On Thursday, Emily and I planned on heading out to one of the local dance clubs, so instead of going to the gym, I decided to go for a swim in my apartment building's pool. My building has a swimming pool and whirlpool that are open to all the residents. The pool itself is quite small, and usually is only good for the weekend crowd of kids that splash around in it. So a few years ago the management of the building installed an "endless pool." Basically, it is a small pool about 15 feet long. At one end, there are water jets that create a current. By adjusting the current to match your swimming speed, you basically can swim endlessly in place. It's a great way to get some good exercise without having to take up a lot of room.

I headed down to the pool room, and started swimming. Underwater, and unable to hear or see much, I was unaware that someone else had entered the room until I was finished with my laps. Pulling myself out of the endless pool, I was surprised to see Mike sitting in the whirlpool. "Hey, I thought we were going to meet up at the club?" I said, wondering if perhaps I had gotten our plans mixed up in my head.

"We were," Mike said, a sly smile crossing his face. "But I thought I would come for a quick soak before I got ready. Anyway, I am heading towards the showers now." Mike got out of the whirlpool, and I noticed he was wearing a pair of my boarder's shorts. Mike has, however, a much smaller waist then I do, and as he was walking towards the shower room door, the shorts started to work their way down, revealing his cute, white ass. "Oops," he said, pulling them back up, "looks like I'm falling out of these." He winked at me, and walked into the change room.

I was left standing a little flabbergasted in my speedos. Now, I'm not the kind of guy that wears speedos down to the beach, but when swimming laps I don't like the extra drag that swim trunks have, so I wear the tight fitting speedos to make myself as aerodynamic as possible. Seeing Mike's bare white ass, and watching the water running from his blond hair down his back brought back the fantasy of Emily in the shower again, and I found my speedos quickly tightening as my cock grew in size. I gulped and walked towards the change room door.

I walked into the change room, and was surprised to find that Mike wasn't in the shower. "Umm, Mike?" I called out, but no answer came in return. I turned on the shower and started to rinse myself down, when I heard a voice behind me.

"Looks like I may have wandered into the wrong change room." I turned to see that Mike had done a quick transformation into Emily, putting on a bright pink string bikini and tussling her hair up to give it more body. She hadn't put on any makeup, but even without any makeup, she was very feminine looking. She walked towards me on her tip-toes, a sultry walk that drove more blood into my cock, and stood at the shower beside me.

My mind was turning circles. This was a public change room, and other residents could walk in at any time. My heart was beating loudly in my chest. True, I thought to myself, that usually on the weeknights you don't get many people coming in, but the thought of someone walking in and seeing me with a hard on standing beside a blonde girl in the men's change room would be hard to explain to the management of the building. I swallowed hard, and felt more blood drain from my face when I thought of the other possibility -- the security guard who patrolled the building. He was sure to come in at least once an hour. I started to feel faint.

It was then I noticed that Emily had a bottle of body wash in her hand. She poured some out, and soon started lathering herself up, paying special attention to working in and around and under the fabric of her bikini top. She then turned away from me, and started to lather up her ass, which was mostly exposed by the very little fabric her thong bikini bottom had.

I was torn between two emotions; my growing desire to have Emily right then and there, and my complete and total fear of discovery. Emily's hands were soon working the lather into her butt crack, and pushing the string from her bikini out of the way to expose her pink asshole. She moved towards the wall, letting the water from the shower run down her back, and start to rinse the soap off her back and ass. I found myself almost without thinking moving until I was standing right behind her. Soon my hard cock, still trapped in my speedo, was pressing against her. Emily's hand moved to the top of my speedo, and yanked it down, freeing my hard-on. She grabbed my cock, and guided it directly to her asshole, slick with water and soap. "Fuck me," she said, and I found myself pushing inside her.

Soon Emily's hands were bracing herself against the shower wall as I quickened the pace of my thrusts. Her head flung back, and I found myself kissing and nibbling on her neck. My hands moved up and pushed her bikini top away from her nipples, and I started playing with them, tweaking and massaging them as they grew in size. She moaned and tossed her head, exposing her ear. My tongue found her ear, and I licked and nibbled on her lobes. Emily turned her head towards mine, and our tongues met in mid-air, the water from the shower filling our open mouths until we had to pull away for fear of drowning. She leaned her head against the cold tile of the shower wall as I pushed deeper and harder inside her.

Just as I was starting to feel comfortable, and forgetting all of my anxiety about getting caught, Emily, between panting breaths said, "Someone could walk in at any moment and catch us. We are totally exposed." All my fear returned, and I felt my hands start to shake. I looked around nervously, and my pace of thrusting inside Emily slackened. Emily started pushing her ass back against my body, swallowing up my cock again. "Don't stop. Fuck me harder and faster! Fuck me deeper!"

I pumped as fast as I could, nervously hoping that I could come quickly and be able to get ourselves out of this potentially compromising situation. I think because of my fear and my wanting to come quickly, though, I found myself taking longer than every. Minutes seemed to pass like hours. Every sound I heard I was sure was the opening of the change room door. Finally I could take no more, "oh God, please, Emily, can we stop this? What if we get caught?"

Emily turned around and put her hands on my face. She pulled me close and kissed me with such passion that I felt my knees buckle. The kiss seemed to last both a fleeting second and also last forever. I head was swimming with thoughts of the beautiful blonde in front of me. All external thoughts disappeared. It was like the change room, the apartment building, all the residents in it, even the whole rest of the world just melted away, and all that was left was Emily and I.

She pulled away from me, and still holding my face in her hands asked me, "do you really want to stop?"

I shook my head, and Emily turned back around and braced herself against the shower wall again. I put my hands around her waist, and kissed her neck. My tongue played across her neck and up towards her ear lobe again. I kissed and played with it gently as I repositioned myself to enter Emily again. Her ass offered me little resistance, and I was soon inside her again. At first I moved slowly and gently in and out, still allowing myself the pleasure of running my hands along her body and using my tongue to explore her neck. Soon, though, Emily was pushing back against me, and my pace quickened, my thrusts got deeper. My breathing quickened and I noticed that Emily's breathing changed to perfectly match mine. It was almost as if we were in a shared trance, our bodies in perfect synchronicity with each other. Just as I felt the organism rising up in me, Emily said, "come inside me," as if she knew that it was going to happen at just that moment.

I came, and besides for the floods of seminal liquid that shot out from me, it was almost as if all my energy shot out of me as well. I felt energy pulse through my body in waves and then my entire body shook. I let out a sound, a cross between a moan and yell, almost animal in nature. I staggered backwards, almost falling down.

Emily turned to me, and pulled me towards her. We kissed, and while not a word passed between us, the kisses felt different than before. Previously all our encounters had been raw sexual energy. That energy was still there, but there was also a passion and a tenderness that I hadn't noticed before. I pulled her close to me, and we just stood there holding each other.

We never made it out to the club that Thursday night; instead we stayed in and fell asleep in each others' arms. The next day I dropped Mike off at his place before heading into work.

Returning home on Friday I was riding up to my apartment in the elevator thinking of the night before. I really was feeling that I was falling in love with Emily, and I was thinking that she was feeling the same way about me.

My thoughts were interrupted, though, when the elevator door opened and the building's security guard entered. We nodded a polite hello to each other, and rode a few floors in silence before he turned to me.

"Hey man, you want to hear something really cool?" he asked.

"Sure," I said.

"Yesterday, I was doing my rounds and I walked in on a couple doing it in the pool change rooms. They were totally going at it! He was pumping into her from behind. Man, they were so into it they didn't even notice me standing there. I was watching them for like, 5 minutes. Crazy!"

I felt the blood rush from my face and could feel myself becoming faint.

"You know the real crazy thing. It happens all the time. Dude, I am always coming across people fucking in the showers and the stairwells. Hell, I even see them fucking in the parking garage. I tell you, this building is full of perverts!" The security guard laughed as the elevator door opened for my floor. I stumbled out.

"Well, at least it appears he's not likely to report us to anyone," I thought to myself. "And it looks like I'm not alone in my public displays. Not sure if I should be relieved that Emily and I aren't alone, or how I should feel about that."

Just then, the stairwell door opened, and a young couple stepped out of the stairwell laughing. They saw me, and froze for a moment, before looking at each other and breaking out into laughter again. They walked by me, and I couldn't help but notice he was tucking his shirt in his pants, and her blouse had been buttoned into the wrong holes. I found myself chuckling to myself as I headed towards my apartment door. Emily and I have had a wild ride since we started going out, and I had the feeling it was only going to get wilder.



Emily and Steve Ch. 04



Emily and I were sitting on the couch watching TV. I flipped impatiently through all the channels, finding nothing on as usual. "Oh wait," Emily said, grabbing my arm. "Turn back to channel 53." I flipped the TV back to channel 53 to some TV show about horses.

"I love horses," Emily said. "I grew up in the country, and we used to go riding all the time. I haven't gone riding since I moved to the city. Do you like to ride horses?"

I looked at Emily confused. "Is 'riding horses' code for some cool sexual position?" I asked.

Emily laughed, "no, I'm serious. Horses, like the animals. And riding them, like with a saddle. For transportation from one place to another."

"No, I've never ridden a horse in my life." I think the closest I've ever been to a horse was one time I did a brewery tour, and they had those big horses that pull the beer wagons in some stables.

"Oh, Steve, you know what we should do this weekend? We should go horseback riding! I have a friend who has a farm about an hour outside of the city where we could get some horses and go riding. It'd be so much fun!"

Now I had no desire to go horseback riding, and almost replied, "I'd rather stay home and go bareback riding with you, Emily," but when I looked at Emily and saw her face so joyful, I couldn't say no.

Emily made the arrangements. We would leave work early on Friday, quickly go back to my place to Emily could change and head out of town to her friend's farm. We'd stay over Friday night and Saturday night, going horseback riding on Saturday, and come back to the city on Sunday. Her friend's farm bordered on a national park which had trails that you can ride horses on, so we'd have lots of places to ride.

I wasn't really very excited about the horseback riding, but this would be the first time Emily and I went on a trip together. We usually spend the weekends together, but Emily is a little afraid to go out dressed as a woman during the day, so we often either just stay inside, or if we go out on the weekend's we go out as two guys. This would be an opportunity for Emily to spend the entire weekend dressed as a woman, and for me to spend the entire weekend with my girl.

We left work early on Friday, and arrived at my place. I changed out of my shirt and tie into some jeans and a t-shirt while Emily was in the washroom feminizing herself. She walked out of the bathroom wearing a pair of tight jeans and a t-shirt cropped to show off her flat stomach. Her blonde hair was cascading in waves down to her shoulders, and she was wearing a very natural makeup look. Usually when we go out, it's to a club so Emily dresses up. It was very hot to see her dressed in a casual but sexy look. We hit the road and after putting up with some mind-numbing slow traffic, eventually were out of the city and cruising along country roads. The windows were down and Emily's blonde hair was blowing in the wind. As we drove by farms with rolling green hills dotted with cows, Emily slipped a CD into the player in the car. Shania Twain came pouring out of my speakers. 

"I didn't take you for a country music fan," I said.

"When in Rome," Emily said, laughing, and soon she was singing along with Shania. "Any man of mine still better love me, even when I'm ugly."

"I don't think it would be possible for you to be ugly," I said. 

Emily laughed and gave me a peck on the cheek. "You're so sweet. A liar, but at least a sweet liar." I didn't think I was lying though. I've never seen Emily look bad. She even looks hot when she wakes up in the morning.

"The farm is just up here on the left," Emily said, pointing to a place with gorgeous green grass bounded by white fencing. I turned left and we proceeded along a beautiful tree-lined drive towards a set of buildings, including a beautifully restored turn of the century farm house. Behind the main house, there were a few other buildings, including a big, red barn.

"My god," I said, "this is like what a movie set farm would look like!"

Emily laughed. "Tessa and John have put a lot of work into this place. 5 years ago this place was an overgrown dump that was practically falling apart."

I parked the car and we headed towards the main house. A young couple came out to greet us. Emily and the woman hugged while the man came over to shake my hand. "Hello, I'm John," he said.

"I'm Steve. Thank you so much for having us up this weekend."

"Oh, don't worry about it at all. It's nice to have guests," John said smiling.

The woman and Emily had stopped hugging, and Emily brought her friend over to meet me. "Steve," Emily said, "this is my friend Tessa."

Tessa embraced me, and after a nice hug, moved back and held me at an arms length, looking me up and down. "Hmm, he seems cute enough. Does he treat you well?" she asked Emily.

Emily blushed, "Tessa! Please, Steve is a great guy. You don't need to protect me!"

Tessa laughed. "Okay, let's get inside and get you settled."

John and I grabbed the luggage from the car as Tessa led Emily into the house. John and I followed them into the house, and up the stairs to the spare bedroom. The bedroom had wooden floors and wooden furniture that matched the floor boards, including a giant four-poster bed.

John and I dropped the luggage on the bed, and then he and Tessa moved towards the door. "We'll let you two get settled in. There are some towels on the dresser in case you want to have a shower before dinner," Tessa said. "Dinner will be ready in about 45 minutes, so you have some time to do... whatever," Tessa winked and then closed the bedroom door.

Before doing... whatever, Emily and I unpacked our bags into the dresser. "Tessa seems really nice," I said.

"Oh, she's great. We've been friends for a long time. She is one of the only people I went to school with who I could tell my secret. She's actually the first person I told that I really feel like a woman. I was really scared, but she was so accepting of it. When I told her, she said, 'this is so cool. I have another girlfriend to borrow makeup and clothes from,' and then she hugged me."

"I'm glad we have this opportunity to spend the weekend together with you being so comfortable," I said, pulling Emily close to me. We started kissing, and my hands worked their way down to Emily's ass. Emily started to grind against me.

"So, Tessa said that we have 45 minutes before dinner. What kind of trouble do you think we can get into in that amount of time?" Emily asked. I responded by picking her up and tossing her onto the bed. She laughed as I launched myself on top of her.

"I'm sure I can think of something," I said as I unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them off her hips. Emily wasn't wearing any underwear, and her cock was already getting hard. I stroked her as we French-kissed. Emily moaned as my hand moved up and down her shaft and my tongue moved around her mouth.

Emily laid back and pushed her crop-top shirt up to expose her chest. She started playing with her nipples as I continued to stroke her off. Our kisses were becoming deeper and more passionate. I continued to rub my hand up and down her cock. It was rock hard by this time, and as I reached the top, I could feel it moistening with pre-cum.

Emily broke off our kiss and panted, "Faster. Stroke me faster." Our lips met again as I started to stroke her faster. Her hips bucked up to drive her cock deep into my hand. She started to pump up and down, driving my hand up and down the entire length of her shaft. With her hands, she was tugging and pulling at her nipples. "Oh god. I'm going to cum!" she moaned. Her hips started to shudder as she lost her rhythm, so I started to pump her furiously. I felt her lips trembling against mine. She grabbed her nipples and squeezed them. "I want to taste you," I said, and put my mouth up to the tip of her cock. My hand still pumped her shaft up and down. I flicked my tongue against the tip of her cock. I felt it quiver. Emily grunted and her hips thrust upwards. Streams of hot cum came cascading out of her cock. Most of her juice went into my mouth, but her cock shuddered wildly, and soon there was cum on my face, my neck and my t-shirt. I licked my lips and get as much of her cum as I could, and swallowed it down.

Emily let her hips sink into the soft bed, closed her eyes and sighed. I moved up and kissed her gently on the lips. We kissed for a few moments, and then Emily opened her eyes. She looked at me, smiling.

"We should get ready for dinner," Emily said. She then noticed the cum on my t-shirt. "I guess you need to change your shirt," she said, laughing.

I changed my shirt, and we headed down for dinner. It was a very good dinner, and the four of us had a great conversation. When John and Tessa got up to get desert, Emily leaned over, grabbed my crotch and whispered in my ear, "I realize that we never took care of you before dinner. Don't worry, you'll have a good time once we get back upstairs." Emily squeezed my cock through my jeans and put her tongue in my ear. 

Just as Emily broke off from me, Tessa and John returned to the dining room. "I hope you like chocolate mousse!" John said. 

The anticipation of what was to come was hard to take. I could barely concentrate on conversation during desert. It's probably the first time in my life when I really wished I could have skipped desert and gone right to bed.

Emily, though, made sure the wait was worth it. She always does.



Emily and Steve Ch. 05



Emily, my beautiful blonde transvestite girlfriend and I were on our first out of town weekend trip as a couple. Emily had taken me up to a friend's farm, where we were going to go horseback riding. While I am pretty much a city slicker, Emily grew up in the country and had missed getting out and riding.

We arrived Friday night, and after an excellent dinner with Emily's friend Tessa and her husband John, Emily and I fell into the bed early for a very passionate session of love making. I woke up the next morning naked with my stomach covered with a crusty layer of cum from the previous night. How much of that was my cum versus how much had spewed from Emily's beautiful cock, I wasn't sure.

Emily was already up, and I could hear the shower going in the bathroom. I got up out of the four poster bed, stretched and walked over to the window. It was a beautiful looking day - blue skies with just a few white, fluffy clouds in the skies. I was still looking out the window when Emily walked in the room, wearing a towel around herself, her wet blonde hair hanging straight down. She walked over and kissed me.

I pulled her close to me. "Mmmm, ready for some early morning love?" I asked, tugging her towel off her slim body.

Emily laughed and slapped playfully at my hand. "How do you have any energy after last night?" Emily ran her hands down my chest and across my abs, and gently flicked my hardening cock. I moved close to kiss her.

Emily pulled away. She laughed and pointed at my hard cock. "Sorry Steve, but you'll have to take care of that yourself, and you'll have to do it quickly. You have 15 minutes to get dressed so we can have some breakfast and get out on the trails." Emily picked up her towel and started drying her hair as she walked over to the dresser. She opened the dresser drawer and started pulling out clothes to wear.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Yes! Get in the shower. We have to get out early, otherwise we won't have enough time to do the trail I want to ride."

I grabbed my clothes from the dresser and went reluctantly to the shower, mumbling to myself. "Supposed to be a nice, romantic weekend and now we have to go stupid horseback riding." I showered, cleaning the cum off my stomach and managed to whack myself off in the shower. I dried myself and got dressed in my jeans, t-shirt and a pair of running shoes.

I walked back into the bedroom, and saw Emily dressed in a tight pair of jeans, black t-shirt and a pair of cowboy boots. On her head she was wearing one of those straw-weaved cowboy hats. 

"Oh wow," I said. "Those mid-west farmer's daughters really make me feel alright! Are you sure we don't have time to let this cowboy ride you, cowgirl?"

"No, silly. Come on, let's get going."

I moved up behind Emily and pressed my crotch against her ass, saying, "I'd much rather mount you then any stupid horse."

"Try it and you'll find I'm a bucking bronco and you'll get thrown off," Emily said, and walked towards the door. She turned back and looked at me. "No, no, wait. That won't do at all. You can't wear those shoes."

I looked down at my footwear. I can't get laid, and now she's insulting my shoes? What the hell?

Emily opened a drawer and pulled out two boxes. "First, you need to wear something on your feet that is better for horseback riding." She opened one of the boxes and pulled out a pair of leather cowboy boots. "Put those on, buck-a-roo." I sat on the bed, pulled off my sneakers and pulled on the cowboy boots.

"Next, it's pretty sunny out -- you'll need something to protect your head." She opened the second box and pulled out a black, suede cowboy hat. She walked over and put it on my head. "Now you look like a man whose fit for this cowgirl," she said, and kissed me. She pulled away and smiled, a big, happy grin.

"You're really looking forward to this, aren't you?" I asked.

"Yes, I haven't ridden in ages. I'm so excited, especially because I get to share it with you."

Okay, that made me feel like a complete heel for mumbling in the shower and calling horseback riding stupid. I remembered how important this was to Emily. My libido could wait. "Alright," I said, "let's get on the trail."

After a big breakfast, we headed out to the barn and John brought out our horses. John handed us the reins, "Emily, you'll be riding Denali. Steve, you'll be riding Daisy."

"Daisy? Doesn't sound very manly," I said.

"She's a good horse, especially for a beginner," John said. "And between you and me, I think Daisy has a thing for Denali, so she'll stick close to the ass of Emily's horse. That way, you won't get lost." John and Emily laughed. I was starting to feel like a big loser.

Emily hoisted herself up on Denali. "Don't listen to John, he just likes teasing beginner riders. It's kind of like an initiation ritual." 

John nodded. "Sure, that's it," he said, smirking.

As I tried to get myself up onto Daisy, under my breath I kept reminding myself, "Remember, this is for Emily. She really likes this. You're doing this for her." I couldn't figure out how to get onto the horse, but John put his hands on my ass and pushed me up. I nearly fell off the other side of the horse, and about 5 times in the next 5 minutes nearly toppled over. Eventually I seemed to get my balance, and we were ready to go.

John pointed off in the distance and started giving Emily directions, "just head out to the east gate, that'll put you in the national park and onto the Valley Trail. From there, you can ride up to the Marsh trail. Take a right, and about 2 miles you'll see the Mountain trail on the left. Once you get to the second clearing, you'll see a very small trail off to the south. That'll take you to that secluded lunch spot I told you about. Have a great ride." With that, John slapped Denali on the butt, and the horse started riding away. Just as John had predicted, my horse Daisy, followed Denali diligently.

We rode for a few hours, and once I figured out how to sit on the horse without either crushing my balls or having my ass pounded by the saddle, it was actually kind of nice. John and Tessa's farm borders on a national park that allows horseback riding on some trails, and there was some amazing scenery. From the pastoral fields of John and Tessa's farm, we moved into a wide open valley of tall grasses. We followed the trail as it moved into a forest, and then along the banks of a large pond and marsh. Once we turned onto the mountain trail, we started climbing uphill.

We saw only a few other people on the trail, mostly hikers who moved aside to let us pass. As we climbed, the scenery became amazing, allowing us to see the expanse of the forested national park and the patchwork of farmlands beyond there.

Despite the fact that I was riding, I found myself getting hungry. I looked up, and noticed the sun was getting high in the sky. I called ahead to Emily, "how long until lunch?"

"Steve, you are always thinking with your stomach! We're probably another 15 minutes to the clearing where we head off this trail, and then it's another 30 minutes to the picnic spot that John and Tessa suggested. It'll be nice. It has a great view and is very secluded."

Despite Emily's prediction, it was another 30 minutes until we found the clearing where John said to turn off. The trail we started riding on next was narrow and uneven, and the horses had to slow down and take care with their footing to miss the rocks sticking up out of the trail. I was getting famished and a little concerned as the trail narrowed even more and I found the branches from the trees slapping me as I rode by.

"Are you sure this is the right way?" I asked as a maple tree nearly whipped my cowboy hat off my head.

Emily seemed unfazed by the jungle thickness of the forest. "Yes. We are almost there, I can see the sun from a clearing up ahead."

10 minutes later we arrived at a clearing at the peak of a hill. There was a sharp drop off to the south, and it provided an amazing view of the country side, including a meandering river off in the distance. The clearing was bathed in the noon-day sun. We tied up the horses to a tree near some long grass and a small stream so they could eat and drink. From the saddle bag on Denali, she pulled out some Tupperware, a large thermos and a blanket. "I figured seeing as you liked the picnic we had in the office that one day, you'd like another one." 

We laid out the blanket, and I fell upon the food. I devoured the sandwiches and salad that we had, ate two brownies and a few big handfuls of trail mix in record time. Emily laughed at me, she was still eating her first sandwich by the time I was done. 

"I can't believe how hungry I get from just sitting on a horse," I said.

"It's more work than you would think, isn't it?" Emily said. "Are you thirsty?" 

"Yes, very," I said, suddenly realizing my throat was as dry 

"Well, I didn't bring any champagne this time, as we didn't have a way to chill it. But there is some cider in the thermos. It's got a bit of kick." I opened the thermos and poured it into the two plastic cups we had brought.

As we drank our cups of cider, Emily gave me a lesson in the nature of the area, pointing out different plants and birds. Soon our cups were drained, and Emily poured us two new cups.

"Whoa, I think this cider is going to my head," I said.

"It's homemade by Tessa and John. I think it's pretty strong," Emily said, taking a sip.

"Is it safe to ride the horses if we are drunk?" I asked.

"It'll be fine. They know the way home better than us."

We lay on the blanket drinking our cider as Emily told me about her love of riding as a child. "It was one of the few times when I could get away and feel like myself. I always felt a big uncomfortable as a boy, but on the trail I could just be a rider. That's why I love it so much."

"Do you think you'll ever live full time as a woman?" I asked.

"Yeah, I hope so. Probably. I'm not quite ready yet, though."

"Well, whatever you decide to do, I want you to know that I support you fully," I said, stroking her hand.

Emily smiled at me, and leaned in for kiss. We kissed, and slowly moved closer until our bodies were pressed up against each other. I felt Emily reach down and unbutton my jeans. I grabbed her ass and pulled her against me. We started undressing each other. My hat, jeans, boots and shirt were quickly discarded, and Emily pulled my boxers off with such force they almost ripped. Emily took off her boots and jeans, and started to remove her cowboy hat.

"No, leave the hat on," I said. She smiled, and pressed it back firmly down on her head. We continued to kiss, me completely naked and her wearing nothing only her hat, t-shirt and panties.

Emily pushed me down until I was lying on my back. As we continued to kiss, I felt her legs move in between mine and start to push my legs apart. She moved her knees underneath my tights, and pushed my legs up into the air. I felt her hand move down and start to stroke me cock. Her other hand moved under my right leg, and lifted it up until it was positioned over Emily's shoulder. The hand that was stroking my cock moved down, rubbing my balls and tickling my taint. Soon I felt Emily's finger start to press against my asshole. It resisted for a moment, but soon opened up and let her finger inside me.

I moaned as Emily started to finger fuck my ass. I moved my other leg up over Emily's other shoulder to give her better access. My asshole opened up wider, and soon Emily had two, then three fingers inside me. I started stroking myself. 

Emily pulled her fingers out of my ass, and removed her panties. Her cock was hard and red. She moved it close to my asshole, and started rubbing the tip of her cock up, down and around my asshole. Emily let go of her cock, and thrust three fingers back into my asshole. It was open wide. Emily removed her fingers, and pressed the tip of her cock against my ass.

"I don't usually do this," I said, and that wasn't a line. I'd only once before tried being fucked, and it was not a very pleasurable experience. Usually I'm on the giving end.

"Do you want me to stop?" Emily asked. I felt the tip of her cock against my ass. I pressed myself against it, and it started to enter.

"No, I want to share this with you." I said. 

Emily kissed me tenderly. "I'll go as slow as you want. If you want me to stop, just say, okay?" She pressed herself into me. At first it hurt, but as soon as the tip was inside and I felt her shaft sliding into me, I felt a pulse of pleasure wing through my body. I moaned and closed my eyes.

"Are you okay?" Emily asked.

"Yes, it's good. Fuck me." Emily pushed deeper into me. Another pulse jetted through my body. I lost my breath. My cock quaked, and I thought I was going to cum right then.

Emily started pumping into me, at first very slowly, but I soon found myself bucking myself against her, urging her to go faster and deeper. Emily's pace quickened, and her breathing deepened. She pushed her cock deep into my ass.

"Yes, yes! Fuck me." I said, barely audible due to my lack of breath. I stroked my cock, waves of pleasure continued to grip my body. "Oh, it's so good. So good. Fuck me!"

Emily started pumping faster and her breath quickened.

"Come in me," I said. "Yes, please, come in me!"

Emily pumped my ass rapidly. She tossed her head back and let out a yelp. I felt my ass start to fill up with her hot cum. The feeling was too much for me, and my own cock started to shot out, the cum flying all over my chest and even up onto my chin.

Emily slowed her pumping, and then pulled out of me. She feel on top of me and we kissed. I could still feel my asshole winking open and shut, and felt drips of cum start to run down my ass crack.

Emily held me tightly. "Thank you for sharing that with me," she said.

"I must say I'm surprised, but it really was my pleasure," I replied.

Emily rolled over and stared up at the sky. "Blue skies, country air, a beautiful horseback ride and an amazing intimate experience with the man I love. This is really one of the best days I've ever had," she said.

I smiled and held her hand. I didn't say anything at the time, but that was the first time that Emily had said that she loved me, and I was aglow with the emotion. In addition to her fucking my ass opening up a whole new dimension to our sex life, I knew that this was a big step in our relationship. 

The next step, I knew was for me to tell her how I felt. By this time I was sure that I loved her too.



Emily and Steve Ch. 06



Emily and I lay in the sun of the hilltop clearing, occasionally speaking but mostly sitting in a very contented silence. The sun was high in the sky, and soon had dried the cum that had I spewed out across my stomach and chest. Other than the rustle of leaves, a few bird songs and an few whinnies and neighs from the horses, the afternoon was quite and still. Exhausted from the passion I had just shared with Emily, I found my eyes slowly closing. Soon I was in a restful sleep.

I was jerked awake when I felt myself spinning in space. I opened my eyes just in time to land face down in the grass. I looked up shocked to see Emily standing up and facing away from me, holding the blanket we had been sleeping on in front of her. I looked beyond Emily, and saw way she was trying to cover up. There were two riders on horses that were staring at us in the clearing. I stood up and faced them, then realized that I was completely naked. I lunged for my jeans, and held them sheepishly in front of me, trying to cover myself as best I could.

The two riders, one female and one male continued to look at us with an expression of shock. Finally the female rider laughed, "Come on, let's leave these two love birds alone." With that, the two riders rode off down the path. 

Emily and I watched the horses disappear down the path and then we stood there silently until we could no longer hear the clop of horses' hooves on the ground. Emily and I turned towards each other and started laughing. 

"Okay, enough fun for this afternoon. It's getting late. Let's get riding," Emily said, folding up the blanket. She put on her jeans and boots while I searched for my clothes, which Emily had passionately thrown off me earlier. I found all my clothes, got dressed and Emily and I headed down to the horses. We untied the horses, got on them, and Emily led us down the trail. After a few more hours of riding through some amazing scenery, we wound up back at the gate to John and Tessa's farm.

Emily dismounted, opened the gate and led both her horse and my horse through the gates. Emily got back up on top of her horse, looked at me and smiled. "Are you ready for some real fun?" she asked. Her smiled suddenly turned into a very impish grin.

"What are you planning?" I asked nervously.

"Let's gallop," she said, and with that her horse took off towards across the fields of John and Tessa's farm. My horse followed. Though my horse was named the slow sounding Daisy, she wasn't afraid to gallop. I held on for my life, getting bounced up and down in the saddle and just trying to stay on. The country side seemed to fly by me in a blur. After what seemed like an hour of horror and torture we arrived back at John and Tessa's barn.

Emily dismounted and John came out of the main house to meet us. John came over and took the reins from my white knuckled grip. I slid off the horse. 

Emily came over and gave me a kiss. "Why don't you go and clean up. John and I will take care of the horses."

John slapped me on the shoulder. "We have a hot-tub around the side of the house. It's great for sore asses."

Sore asses? My eyes opened wide with shock. Jesus, how could John tell that Emily had fucked me in the ass earlier in the day?

Emily saw my look and laughed. "He means from riding the horses, Steve." 

I tried to slink away, my face blushing red with embarrassment while John gave Emily a very confused look. "Yeah, hot tub sounds good."

"Great, I'll meet you there in a few minutes," Emily said, as she and John led the horses into the barn.

I went up to the guest room to change, and as I was climbing the stairs realized how much my back was aching from the day of horseback riding. I gingerly undressed and put on my swimming trunks. "A nice soak is going to feel very good," I thought.

The hot tub was off the side of the house. The hot tub was empty, but someone had already opened up the top and turned on the bubbles, so I was able to slide right into the hot water. I let the water soak my aching back muscles and stared up at the clear blue sky.

"Feels good after a day of riding, doesn't it?" I looked down to see John standing at the side of the hot tub. He handed me a bottle of beer, "I thought you might enjoy this."

I took a big sip. "Thanks. Where's Emily?"

"Upstairs, just changing. She should be down in a minute." John stood up to leave, but then hesitated. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but seemed to change his mind and shook his head instead.

"Something on your mind, John?" I asked.

John looked at me and asked, "What's it like?"

"What is what like?" I asked, confused.

"Being with Emily? You know, being with a girl who's a guy?"

"I just think of her as a girl," I said.

"But with a cock," John pointed out.

"Sure, sure. Some guys like girls with big tits. Some guys like blondes. Some guys like girls with long legs. I just happen to like girls with penises. It's just how I feel. It's kind of hard to explain in words," I said.

"And the sex?" John asked.

"Let's just say that it's very hot." I was getting a little uncomfortable talking about this, and was hoping that statement would stop the questioning. 

John was undeterred, though. He leaned down, closer to me and asked, "But do you make use of her... ummm... cock when you fuck?" 

I could feel myself blushing. "Yeah, I guess so," I mumbled. I looked up and saw Emily approaching. She was wearing a very small black bikini, and still had on her straw weave cowboy hat. She was carrying a bottle of beer barely hanging off the end of her fingers, and as she walked, her hips swayed sexily.

John stood up. "Well, I guess I'll leave you two alone to soak now. Tessa's got a chicken roasting for dinner. It should be ready in about an hour." With that John walked back towards the house.

Emily slipped into the hot tub, and snuggled up beside me. "How are you feeling," she asked.

"Sore, but the water is helping."

"Sore from riding the horses, or sore from me riding you?"

"Definitely just from the horses. I really liked when you rode me," I said, giving Emily a kiss. She smiled.

We soaked for a bit in silence. "You know," I said, "John was asking me some weird questions earlier."

Emily looked at me. "What type of questions?"

"About us, and our relationship... our PHYSICAL relationship."

"Oh, he's just curious. Tessa said that he was asking her about my sex life as well. He's been nothing but great to me since finding out about my living as woman, but I guess it's a very weird thing for him. I think he's just trying to understand it."

We sat soaking for a few more minutes, sipping our beers. Then Emily turned to me and asked, "What did you say?"

"What did I say about what?"

"To John, about our physical relationship?"

"He asked me if I USED your cock when we had sex. I said, yes that I did make use of it."

Emily straddled me and started grinding her hips against me. "Would you like to make use of it now, or are you too sore from the riding?"

I started thrusting myself against Emily. "I think I can manage."

We kissed as I undid Emily's bikini top. It fell into the bubbling water. I started to kiss down Emily's neck and across her chest. I flicked my tongue across her right nipple. She moaned with pleasure, and grabbed my head and pushed it against her breast. Though flat-chested, Emily had very sensitive nipples. I sucked on her right nipple, flicking it with my tongue. Emily continued to moan and grind her hips against mine. I could feel her hard cock as it brushes against mine through the fabric of our bathing suits.

I moved my mouth over to Emily's left nipple and started to work with my tongue on that nipple. It grew hard in my mouth, and I started to gently bite on it, applying just a little pressure, a move I knew Emily liked. Emily shivered with pleasure. Emily grabbed my head, and pulled it up to her face. We kissed, my tongue probing deep into Emily's mouth.

I noticed a flash of movement over Emily's shoulder. I looked, and saw a curtain fluttering from the second floor. I watched the window for a moment, and saw the curtain pull back just a peek. John looked down on us.

"I think we are being watched," I said.

"By who?" Emily asked.

"John. He's in a room on the second floor of the house," I said.

Emily stood up and pulled off her bikini bottoms. She sat on the edge of the hot tub and stroked her hard cock. "Well, he wanted to know how you use my cock. Why don't we show him?"

I hesitated for a moment, not sure if I liked the idea of John watching, but the temptation to take Emily in my mouth was too great. I pulled myself up to the edge of the hot tub between Emily's legs, and started sucking on her cock. Emily played with her nipples as I worked the head of her dick. She grabbed my head and pushed me down on her. I took her entire length in my mouth. Emily started bouncing up against me, fucking my open mouth.

I pulled my head off of Emily's member. I looked up at the house. John had the curtains wide open now, and was watching us intently. I couldn't see below his waist, but I noticed that his right arm was pumping something furiously. "I think he's whacking off watching us," I said.

"Then let's give him a good show," Emily replied, leaning back and throwing her legs in the air. Her asshole opened wide. I drove my tongue into it, licking her ass with abandon. Emily's asshole opened up to the probing of my tongue. 

"God, I want you inside me," she said. I lifted myself up and pulled down my shorts. My cock was already hard, so I pressed it against Emily's ass. Her asshole gave little resistance to my dick. I grabbed her legs and held them high above my head, allowing me deep access to her ass.

After a couple minutes of this, Emily pulled off me. She repositioned herself so that her ass was pointed directly at the window John was at. "If you hold my one leg over your right shoulder, and I keep the other leg along the ground, I think John will have a really nice view of you entering me," Emily said. I couldn't believe I was doing this, letting this guy watch, but I was so horny I didn't care. I did as Emily said, and we gave John an excellent view of my cock pulsing in and out of Emily.

A few more minutes was all I could take. "Oh, I'm close!"

"Pull out. Cum on my face. Let's really do it up like a porno for John," she said. I pulled out of her ass, and Emily sat on the edge of the hot tub. I stood up and started stroking my cock. Emily opened her mouth wide, occasionally flicking her tongue against the tip of my cock or sucking on the tip. It didn't take long before I shot my load. Half of it went into Emily's mouth, the other half spread across her face and torso. Emily licked her lips, and then plunged her mouth down on my cock to clean the remnants of cum off it.

I looked up at the window. John was still watching us, but his arm had stopped pumping and he appeared to be breathing heavily. "Looks like John had a good show," I said.

Emily stood up, and pushed me to the other side of the hot tub. "What makes you think the show is over," she said, pushing me up so that I was sitting on the side of the tub. She grabbed my legs and pulled them apart, positioning her cock against my asshole. She kissed me, and I could taste my cum on her lips. She thrust her cock into my ass at the same time she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth. There was a brief moment of pain, but then it passed and soon I was enjoying Emily's cock moving in and out of my ass.

I looked up at the window. John was not alone now. His wife Tessa was standing beside him. They both watched as Emily fucked me. John moved behind Tessa, and though I couldn't see what was happening below their waists, it was obvious that John was fucking Tessa from behind, allowing them both to watch Emily hammer my ass.

"Tessa's joined John, and they are going at it in the window," I said. Emily just smiled and started hammering me faster and deeper.

John lifted up Tessa's shirt to expose her tits. He grabbed the right breast and massaged it. Her left breast was soon pressed hard up against the window as John fucked his wife from behind. "I wonder if he's in her pussy or in her ass," I said. 

Emily took a quick look over her shoulder at the duo in the window, but soon turned back and concentrated on me. "Poor John," she said. "He'll never get to know the pleasure from having his girlfriend's cock deep in his ass. Genetic girls are fine, but there's nothing like a t-girl, is there honey?"

I squirmed with pleasure. "No, there isn't," I said, though I was barely able to get out the words. I was practically panting as Emily was pounding my ass with jackhammer speed.

"I'm going to cum," Emily said. "Do you want it in your ass or in your mouth?"

"Mouth," I cried.

Emily pulled out of me. She lunged up and straddled my chest, pushing me down. She stroked her cock for a moment, and then drove it deep into my mouth. Waves of cum came gushing out and down my throat. She pushed her cock deep down my throat. I hungrily swallowed every drop.

Emily moved off me, and slipped back into the hot tub. I followed her and snuggled up beside her. Looking up, I saw John and Tessa, still fucking, though John was making face that indicated that he was in the very finishing stages of the act. He quickly came, and then Tessa pulled the curtains shut.

Emily and I soaked for a little bit, and then went to clean up for dinner. Dinner conversation was light and airy, no one mentioned what had happened. Emily and I turned in early, exhausted from a day of riding, both horses and each other. It was a rare night without sex for us, but given the adventure we'd had that day, I was very happy.

The next day we got up late. John showed me around the farm, and we spent a lot of time looking at a 1967 Porsche 911 he was restoring. Tessa and Emily were off catching up. After a late lunch, Emily and I said our goodbyes and got ready to drive back to the city.

I hugged Tessa goodbye. "I really would like to offer you something for having us up this weekend. Would you let me give you some money to cover the cost of food?"

Tessa shook her head. "No, please. It was our pleasure. Besides, the show that you and Emily gave John and I on Saturday afternoon, that was payment enough." Tessa smiled and winked at me. I just blushed.

Emily and I got into my car and drove away as John and Tessa waved goodbye.

"That was a great weekend, wasn't it?" Emily asked.

"The best," I replied. I meant it, too. It was so nice to have Emily all weekend long, and not having to worry about going out and being seen. Emily was still very shy about going out in the city during the day. She was completely passable as a woman, but lacked the confidence to see it. I definitely wanted more days like the ones we just had. Maybe it would mean more trips out to the country, which would be great. But what I really wanted was for Emily's male alter-ego Mike to disappear, and Emily to live full time as a woman.



Emily and Steve Ch. 07



On our drive back to the city, Emily and I stopped for dinner at a Chinese restaurant about half an hour outside of the city. Emily was a little concerned about entering the restaurant, still unsure that she was "passable" as a woman, despite all my reassurances that she always is. The hostess seated us without raising an eyebrow. As we walked along, I noticed a good looking guy discretely checking out Emily. I was sure that the guy had no idea Emily wasn't a genetic woman, but Emily was uncertain. 

"Did you see that guy looking at me when we walked in. I'm sure he could tell," she said.

"No, don't be silly. He was just looking at you because your a hot chick," I replied. "He's got no idea. You really are completely and totally feminine looking. I tell you, you should think about living full time as a woman. I was checking out the company's intranet site, and there is a thing there on diversity. Did you know that there is a manager in our Portland office who is transgendered?"

Emily didn't reply, just looked at me sceptically for a moment before picking up the menu.

After dinner, I asked Emily what her plans for the night were. "Did you want to come back to my place? You could stay over."

"I don't know about staying over. Either you take me home tonight, or we'd have to get up early so I can get home and change."

"You know, it's sort of ridiculous that we do this. Every night we get together at your place or my place, and then split up and go to separate places. Emily, would you like to move in with me?"

Emily laughed, but then she could see on my face that I was serious, and her face took on a look of surprise. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, completely. Ever minute I am with you I am truly happy. I think that is true for you as well. Having you live in my place would give us more opportunities to be happy. Doesn't that make sense."

"Oh come on. You just want me around so you don't have to travel the 10 minutes to my place to get laid," she said, laughing.

"Well, that too," I joked. I grabbed Emily's hand, and looked deep into her beautiful blue eyes. "I know I haven't said this yet, but I have fallen in love with you, and want to share my life with you."

Emily gasped, then leaned over the table and kissed me. "Steve, I love you too. Okay, let's do it. Let us move in together."

Both Emily and I were on a high. I loved seeing her smile, and she had a twinkle in her eye. I couldn't stop giggling - god, that sounds so girly, but it was true. I had never been happier.

Before heading out on the road, I went to the toilet. After finishing my business, I was washing my hands and whistling when the guy who had checked out Emily strolled in.

"Whoa, someone's happy," he said.

"I just told my girlfriend that I loved her, and asked her to move in with me," I replied, no doubt with a silly grin on my face.

"Dude, you are going to get so laid tonight," he said. I laughed. I hadn't thought about it, but I was going to get laid tonight, for the first time with my soon to be live-in girlfriend.

When I returned to the table, Emily was ready to go. She stood up and hugged me, kissing me fully on the lips. As we walked out of the restaurant, I had my arm around her, and Emily had her head cradled against my chest.

As we drove the final half-hour back to my place, we discussed the details of Emily moving in with me. She had to give 60 days notice on her lease, but she would start moving in right away. She wanted to add some female touches to my place. "It's too bachelor pad," she said.

We got back to my place with a plan in place, which included a celebration tonight. We got upstairs and I opened a bottle of champagne I had chilling in the fridge. Emily went into the bedroom and to change into "something sexy."

I poured two glasses of champagne and moved to the living room. I put the glasses down on the coffee table and anxiously waited for Emily to come out of the bedroom. The bedroom door opened, and I saw that the wait was worth it.

Emily was wearing a sexy black teddy that was just a little bit see-through. Beneath the teddy, I could see a sexy black thong. Her blond, shoulder length hair was teased up, and she was wearing a natural look on her makeup. She sauntered over to the coffee table and picked up the champagne glass. 

"So, this is our first night in 'our' place. What do you want to do to celebrate?" she said, as she straddled my lap and sat down.

I kissed her on the lips, and could taste the champagne. "I want to make love to you," I said.

Emily smiled, and started to slowly gyrate her hips on my lap. My cock was rock hard, and I was enjoying the feeling. Emily reached down and put her hands down the front of my pants. She grabbed my cock with her right hand, and started to stroke it. I put my hands on her ass, and started to rub it. I grunted and Emily moaned.

Emily slide off my lap and knelt down in front of me. She undid my fly, and pulled down my pants, revealing my hard cock. She licked the head of my cock, slurping up the pre-cum that was on the tip. She opened her mouth, and slid her mouth down the shaft. I shuttered with pleasure, closing my eyes and leaning my head back. Emily slowly worked her mouth up and down the shaft. I ran my hand through her hair and massaged her head. Emily purred like a kitten.

Emily's mouth felt so good, so I started to push my cock deeper into her mouth. I was pumping furiously into Emily's mouth. Emily took the whole length of my cock in her mouth. It was warm and wet and felt amazing. 

Emily's hand moved down between my legs and started tickling my asshole. I raised my ass up to give her better access, and soon my asshole was opening up for her. Her finger was soon plunging into my butt. The feeling was amazing, and I could feel an orgasm rising up in me.

"I'm going to come," I moaned. Emily pushed her face all the way down on my cock, and plunged three fingers into my butt. The cum shot out of me and into Emily's mouth. Emily stood up and kissed me. My cum was still in her mouth, and she released it into mine. It was sweet tasting with a touch of saltiness. We kissed each other, my cum passing back and forth between our mouths.

I was still sitting on the couch. Emily put her hands under my legs and lifted them into the air. She reached under her teddy and pulled her thong aside, revealing a rock hard cock. She put the tip of her cock against my asshole, still open from her digital probing. She pushed herself into me, sending the full length of her dick into my ass. She started pumping in and out of my butt while leaning over and kissing me on the mouth, the cum still passing between our mouths.

Having Emily inside me felt amazing. My entire body was tingling, and it felt somewhat like the feeling after doing a really hard workout - tired, maybe a little sore but also feeling really good. The first couple times we had done it in the country this past weekend, it felt a little uncomfortable, but now it wasn't uncomfortable at all, just a feeling of pleasure.

Emily quickened her pace. I started moving my ass up and down, deepening her thrusts. Emily kissed me passionately on the lips, and then threw her head back and groaned loudly. Her thrusting became erratic, and her body began to shake. Her cock was buried deep in my ass, so while I couldn't feel the cum, I knew she was coming.

Emily pulled out of me, and collapsed on the couch beside me. I bent over, and started sucking on her cock, licking off the last remnants of her cum that wasn't in my ass. After cleaning off her unit, I moved up and started kissing her on the mouth. We embraced and lay on the couch, kissing each other softly.

"That was a very special experience," I said. "I love you, Emily."

"I love you too, Steve," she said, kissing me on the lips. After a few more passionate rounds of sex, we finally made it to the bedroom and feel asleep. 

The next day, I dropped Emily off at her place, and went into work. I arrived and sat at my desk. About 30 minutes later Mike showed up. He nodded at me before heading to his cubicle. A few minutes later I got an IM from Emily69. "Hey roomie, kisses and hugs. Love Emily."

"Kisses and hugs back," I wrote. "I love you, Emily."

"I am looking forward to packing up my stuff and moving in. I hope your ready for wet pantyhose hanging from the shower curtain rod," she wrote back.

There was nothing I was looking forward to more.



Emily and Steve Ch. 08



I didn't even see it coming. I should have. I should have known that life just can't work out exactly like you would expect. Instead it has to throw you curve balls, put you back on your heels, and then put the next one on your chin. 

The first few months after Emily moved in, things were going great. Emily became more and more comfortable going out in public, and we were soon going out to restaurants and clubs on a regular basis. I think the event that really pushed it for Emily was when we ran into my boss Glen and his "personal assistant" Rita out at a restaurant one night. They were sitting at a dark table in the back, trying to be discrete about their relationship, which was laughable because everyone in the office knew.

"We should go over and say hi," I said, a twinkle in my eye.

"No, let's not bother them," Emily said, but I knew she was just saying that because she was afraid they would recognize immediately that she was Mike from the office. I grabbed Emily by the hand, and started to pull her over. First, I knew they wouldn't be able to tell. At best they would guess that Emily was somehow related to Mike due to the similar features, but they would never guess that Emily and Mike were the same person.

The second reason was I hated my boss, and wanted to see the little ass squirm getting caught with his assistant.

I walked right up to the table and looked at my boss.

"Hello Glen. Hello Rita. Good to see you out tonight." Glen froze, his hand stuck in place on Rita's thigh, where he had been stroking it. "Going over some figures from the office, I see," I said, gesturing with my head to Glen's hand. Glen turned about 40 different shades of red.

Rita, surprisingly, looked happy to see us. "Hello Steve," she said. "Who is your friend?"

"This is Emily." I pulled Emily forward closer to the table. She barely looked up, and mumbled something.

"Nice to met you, Emily," Rita said. Glen, still shell-shocked, just made a gurgling sound.

I grabbed Emily around the waist. "Well, we should be getting to our table. Have a nice night," I said, and Emily and I walked away from the table.

Later that evening as we lay in bed, I tried to convince Emily that they hadn't known who she was, but Emily was certain that everyone in the office would soon know that Mike was Emily, and that we were dating.

"Would that be such a bad thing?" I asked. "I love you, Emily, and you love me. I want the whole world to know about our love. I want to be able to take you out where ever and whenever I want. I want to see you, Emily, at work. I think its time that you left Mike behind, and became Emily full time. Emily is the real you. Living as Mike at work is living a lie."

Emily simply rolled over and pretended to sleep. She wasn't convinced that night, but the next day changed her attitude, and both our lives forever.

Rita approached me at the office. "Hey Steve, can I talk to you?" she asked.

"Sure, what's up?" I said.

"No, can we go somewhere private?"

I stood up, and followed Rita into a conference room. She closed the door, turned to me and said, "listen, about last night, I really want to thank you for that."

"Thank me, for what?" I asked.

"Coming over, confronting Glen. He keeps talking about leaving his wife, but says he can't, and as long as our relationship is a secret, I don't think he ever will. But now, it's out in the open. There's nothing to stop him for leaving his wife and marrying me," she said. I looked at her, and in her face I could tell that she actually believe it. She actually thought that Glen would someday pack up, leave his wife and marry her.

"Poor Rita," I thought. "she's so deluded. How do you end up deluding yourself that much about your relationship," I wondered. 

I would eventually find out, but that is jumping ahead in the story. The part that is really important right now is what Rita said next.

"On another topic, nice catch on the blonde, Steve. She is very beautiful. Where did you met her?"

"Umm, she's a cousin of Mike's. You know Mike and I are room-mates. Well, Emily came over one night to see the place, and one thing led to another, and now we are going out."

Rita whistled. "You dog! Your roommate's cousin. Good think Mike is such a mousy little dude, otherwise he might pop you one. I know I would if you started having sex with one of my cousins. Anyway, congratulations."

With that, Rita and I went our separate ways, she back to her desk where she spent the rest of the day practicing the signature she would use when she became Mrs. Glen VanHooten, and I straight to Mike's desk.

I grabbed Mike and pulled him into another conference room. I don't usually kiss Mike when he's not Emily, but I couldn't help myself. I planted my lips right on his mouth, and gave him a long slow, kiss.

"They had no idea it was you. You totally passed to Glen and Rita. In fact, Rita was telling me how hot she thought you were," I said, smiling a big grin.

Mike was ecstatic, and actually ended up taking the rest of the day off to go shopping for some more clothes. The last thing he said before leaving the office was, "you could be right, maybe I should be Emily full time."

While Mike went home to transform into Emily, and do his shopping, I spent the rest of the afternoon searching our company intranet and the web for information on diversity in the workplace and acceptance of transgendered individuals in our company. As I had already told Emily, there is a woman in the Northwest who is transgendered who works for our company, and so I printed off web-pages about her, as well as information from government sources on diversity and equality laws, ready to make my argument to Emily. If there was one thing I was going to do, it was get Emily to be a full time woman.

I got home from work about 6 o'clock, and walked in the apartment. I heard Emily rush out of the bedroom. She was wearing only a bathroom, and her hair was mused.

"I thought I would find you all dolled out in some new, expensive dress," I said, kissing her.

"Yeah, I was just trying stuff on," she said.

"Oh, can I see," I said, walking towards the bedroom. Emily stood back for a moment, and then quickly followed me.

I walked in the bedroom, and it was a mess. Clothes were on the floor and the bed was unmade. I looked beside the bed, and saw some waded up tissues. I picked them up, and could feel right away that they were wet with cum.

"What have you been doing?" I asked.

Emily quickly grabbed the tissue from me. "Oh, I was just excited about my new clothes, you know, trying them on, and all, made me very excited, so I ... umm... took care of myself."

I smiled. "Awww, honey. That's so cute, though I wish you would have waited for me. I would have loved to have shared the adventure with you," I said, kissing her on the forehead. "Anyway, I have a bunch of stuff I printed off from the intranet on our company's policies on diversity in the workplace. I think we should go through it tonight, and talk about how you feel about living full time as a woman."

Emily smiled at me. "I don't need to look at any printouts," she said. "You were right, and the past few weeks have convinced me. Mike is no more. From now on, I am going to live full time as Emily."

I jumped up in the air and hooted. I was elated. "That's great. Let's crack open a bottle of wine, and I'll cook you up a nice meal to celebrate," I said, walking towards the kitchen.

"No, come on Steve, let's go out and celebrate. Let's paint the town red," she called after me.

"Umm, okay. What were you thinking? There's that new Moroccan place on Sixth that is supposed to be good," I said.

"I was thinking more along the lines of going out dancing," Emily said. "Like when we first met. Let's go out to Foo Bar. It's ladies night, so I'll get two-for-one drinks!"

"Dancing, but we have to be at work tomorrow," I said.

"Come on, Steve, live a little," she said, giving me a hot sexy look that I couldn't say no to.

So we got all dressed up in our clubbing best, and headed out to Foo Bar. I'm pretty good looking when I get dressed up, and Emily was gorgeous, so we were able to skip the line and get right in the club, always a nice advantage of being with a beautiful woman.

Foo Bar was packed. There was beautiful men and women all over the place, bumping and grinding to the music which seemed to exist solely to put into sound the rhythm of sex. The air in the club was thick with the scents of beautiful people on the prowl for flesh. The odors of cologne, perfume, wine, beer, liquor, hair gel, sweat and probably a few other bodily fluids all mixed in the air. 

Emily and I went to the bar, and she bought a couple bottles of Bud for us at the two for one price. I leaned against the bar, but Emily grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me out onto the floor. Soon she was grinding against me. I could feel myself rise in my pants at the touch of her body against mine. I held her close and kissed her, staring into her eyes. All I could think about was how much I loved this woman, and now she was going to be my woman all the time.

We continued dancing and kissing, Emily's hips continuing to grind against my crotch. The song ended, and the next one started up, similar but faster, causing the already excited crowd to start dancing faster, building it would seem to some crescendo.

I ran my hand down Emily's waist, and found my hand running over another hand. It was large and rough. I pulled away from Emily to see another guy had taken up a position behind her, and was grinding away against Emily's ass.

"What the fuck?" I cried out. "Dude, get your fucking hands off my girlfriend!"

I started to move towards him, to push him away from my girlfriend, but Emily grabbed me. "Steve, what are you doing? It's fine, he was just dancing."

"Yeah, with his dick almost buried in your ass!" I cried.

The guy looked at me. "Easy, bro, your girlfriend didn't seem to mind it. In fact, she kind of liked it, I think." The guy had a smug look on his face, and I had never wanted to hit anyone so hard.

Emily could see the look in my eyes, and so she grabbed me and pulled me off the dance floor. "Steve, calm down. Its just dancing. No big deal. Just relax, okay."

"I just don't like guys touching you, that's all," I said.

Emily looked at me and frowned. "Well, its not really your place to say who gets to do what to me. This is my body, and that is my job. I came her tonight to have a good time, and to dance, and that is what I am going to do."

I looked away. Suddenly the anger I had wasn't towards the guy on the dance floor, but Emily.

Emily grabbed my face, and turned it towards her. "Steve, I am her to dance, and that is ALL I am going to do. I'm not her to pick up guys and cheat on you. But I like dancing, and frankly, I like the attention I am getting from the boys on the dance floor. It makes me feel sexy, and alive, and feminine.  It makes me feel like a woman, and that is what you wanted, right?"

I looked in her eyes, and suddenly felt guilty. "God, what was I thinking, being angry at her. That was so unfair of me," I thought.

I nodded at her, and smiled. "Okay, you're right. I am sorry. I was just a little stupidly jealous. I do want you to feel sexy. As long as at the end of the night its me you come home with," I said.

She grabbed my cock and laughed. "Nobody else, darling!"

We headed out onto the dance floor again, and spent the next half hour out on the floor. Emily was getting a lot of attention, which I allowed, but I also stuck close to her so those other guys would know she was with me.

After half-an-hour of dancing, we took a break to grab another beer. I looked at my watch. It was already 10:30 pm, and I was starting to get tired. I was about to suggest that we take off, but before I could get the words out, I saw Emily squealing and hugging a bunch of girls accompanied by a couple of obviously gay guys. Emily bounced over to me.

"Steve, this is great. I called a couple friends to help us celebrate, and they came!" Emily introduced me to the lot of the them, which turned out to be a mix of t-girls, genetic girls and the two gay guys, all of whom used to hang out together when Emily was going out to the t-girl clubs back before we met.

One of the t-girls, a large and unconvincing blonde who called herself "Lady Miss Cranbrook" came up to me. "So this is the hunk of meat who has been hiding our little Emily away in a tower for that past 5 months. You know, our little, pretty, blonde thing used to come out with us a couple times a week, but now she's too busy playing house with you." Lady Miss Cranbrook gave me the once over, and said. "Hmmm, well, you seem like a nice hunk of beef, and if what I have heard about the size of your ... leg of lamb is accurate, I guess I could understand why she's been your sex slave for the past few months."

Emily giggled and gave Lady Miss Cranbrook a playful shove. "Come on, C, don't be so hard on him. He's a really nice guy," Emily said.

One of the gay guys, named Manuel said, "Nice guy? I had you pegged for the abusive biker type, Emily." Emily shot him a look that was disapproving, but you could tell she was having fun being in the crowd.

The other gay guy, Frisco, came up to me and put his hand on my stomach. "I dunno, a nice guy who is straight as well. Where can I get one?"

Emily playfully batted Frisco's hand away. "Come on guys, stop picking on Steve, and let's get out and dance."

The gaggle headed out onto the dance floor. Emily grabbed my hand to drag me along. "Nah, I think I'm going to sit this one out," I said.

Emily looked at me. "Come on Steve, let's dance."

"No, go ahead, have fun with your friends. I'm just going to rest up for a bit."

Emily looked at me, but I smiled to let her know it would be alright, and so she headed out onto the dance floor and started dancing with the large group. 

I leaned against the bar, drinking my beer and watching Emily on the dance floor. She was laughing and happy, dancing with her friends. Every once and a while a guy would come over and start dancing with her, close and sexy, but soon enough he would retreat into the background, most likely scared away by Frisco and Lady Miss Cranbrook. 

I looked at my watch. It was 11:30, and they were showing no signs of stopping. I, on the other hand, could barely keep my eyes open. I headed out onto the dance floor. Emily grabbed me, and we started dancing close. It felt good, but my eyelids could barely stay up.

"Baby, I think I am going to take off. If you want to stay out and celebrate with your friends, that's cool."

Emily pulled away from me. "Come on, Steve! This is my 'coming out' party. Stick around and have fun with us."

I shook my head. "I'd love to, but I can't. I am just so tired, and I have to do the purchasing accounts in the morning. You stay, have a good time with your friends, and we'll go out this weekend for a nice dinner to celebrate, okay?"

Emily looked crushed, but she nodded and kissed me on the cheek. "Okay, baby. Have a good sleep, and I'll see you in the morning."

As I headed out of the club, I looked back. Two guys started dancing up on Emily, one in front, one behind her. They danced for a moment, Emily sandwiched in between the guys. Then Lady Miss Cranbrook and Frisco danced up, taking a position on either end of the guys, creating a massive five person dancing sandwich. The two guys quickly retreated. I smiled.

"Good work, Frisco and Lady Miss Cranbrook. Keep my sweet Emily safe tonight," I said to myself as I headed out of the club.

* * 

The next morning I woke before my alarm to find the bed empty beside me. I looked at the clock, it was almost 7 in the morning, and Emily still wasn't home. I was suddenly very concerned. What if she got hurt? What if she got in a car with one of her drunk friends, and got in an accident? Was she okay?

I quickly dialled her mobile phone. She picked up after the fourth ring, sounding groggy. "Hello?"

"Emily, my god, are you okay?"

"Yeah, Steve, I'm fine. We didn't leave the club until four, so I just went and crashed at Frisco's place. What time is it?"

"It's almost seven in the morning. Why didn't you call me?" I asked. Now I knew she was safe, I found myself annoyed that she hadn't called.

"Umm, I didn't want to wake you up. You have to do the purchasing accounts this morning, I didn't think you'd want to lose any sleep," she said. In the background I heard a male voice, though I couldn't make out what it was saying.

"Who's that?" I asked.

"No one. Just Frisco being an idiot," she said. Emily then covered the phone and I could hear her telling Frisco to be quiet. She uncovered the handset, and spoke to me again. "Sorry about that. Anyway, I'm going to sleep for a bit more. Can you let Glen know I will be in late? I'm going to book an appointment with HR for this afternoon to talk to them about coming into work as Emily."

"Yeah, okay, I will. I love you. Call me after your HR appointment," I said.

"Okay, will do. Later," she said, and hung up.

After the call I was torn. I was happy to hear Emily saying she was going to speak to HR today, but also felt uneasy about what had happened last night. It seemed strange that she hadn't called me, and also that she had stayed at Frisco's place. Was something going on between them? Emily had always said she didn't like "campy" guys, and Frisco was definitely a campy guy. 

As I thought about it more, I started to realize that the voice I heard in the background didn't sound like Frisco at all. Frisco sounded like a swishy gay, lisping and lilting. The voice in the background was deeper and more masculine. Was she even at Frisco's at all?

Finally, I couldn't help but notice that she hadn't said that she loved me. By the time I got to work, I had a pit in my stomach. I was starting to suspect that Emily might be cheating on me.

* * 

The uneasy feeling disappeared in the afternoon, when I saw Mike and Irene from HR walk into Glen's office. After an hour of talking, Glen called everyone in the department into a conference room for a "special meeting." Myself, Rita and the three cackling hens who also work in our department sat down as Mike, Irene and Glen stood at the front of the room.

Glen straightened his tie, and cleared his throat before starting his speech. "Okay, I have just been speaking with our valued co-worker Mike and Irene from Human Resources, and starting tomorrow there are going to be some changes... ummm, positive changes, I should state... in our department. As you all know, we value diversity here, and are welcoming of people of all races, genders, sexuality and ... ummm, other differences, I guess. Anyway, we try and make a positive environment for our staff, and that is all our jobs. So I want us to make a positive environment for the changes... positive changes... that are happening."

Glen stopped and looked at the room for some confirmation that they understood. Other than myself, everyone looked very confused. Glen, reading the confusion on the faces of the staff, turned in a panic to Irene.

Irene stepped forward. "As part of our policy on sexuality and gender diversity, we do not discriminate on the basis of sexuality or gender identity. What Glen is trying to say is that Mike has let us know that his gender identity... I mean, her gender identity... is not of ... the... male... identity."

The folks in the room looked around at each other. I was trying to stifle a laugh. As much as I was looking forward to having Emily in the office, watching Glen and Irene squirm through this announcement was quite funny.

Finally, Mike decided to take the reigns himself, and stepped forward.

"What Glen and Irene are trying to say is that, even through I was born as a male, for my entire life I have felt like I am female. No, not felt like a female. All my life I have been a female. My outer appearance has not matched with what I know I am. I would like that to change, and starting tomorrow, I am going to start coming to work dressed on the outside as I am on the inside."




Emily and Steve Ch. 08



Mike took a few deep breaths. With each breath, I saw mousy, nervous Mike disappear, and in his place strong, confident Emily.

"From tomorrow onwards, I will be coming to work dressed as a woman, and I will be known as Emily."

Standing at the front of the room, even though she was dressed in men's clothes, was my smiling and happy girlfriend Emily.

* *

Glen and Irene then started to speak about respect and diversity. The three gossipy ladies who work in my department sat speechless, staring at Emily. Irene started to draw a squiggly line on the white board which she called the "acceptance curve," which she then started going into tedious detail in explaining.

Right after Emily's announcement though, Rita looked over at me. She raised an eyebrow and mouthed the word, "Emily?"

I nodded.

A smile creeping over her face, she mouthed the words, "your Emily?"

I nodded again, and a smile crept across my face.

Rita sat back in her chair and nodded. She gave me a thumbs up and a wink. She then pointed at the three gossips and mouthed the words, "they are going to LOVE that."

I laughed out loud.

Glen very seriously said, "Steve, I know this might be uncomfortable for you, as it is for many heterosexual men to discuss topics of differing gender and sexuality, but please try and treat this seriously."

"Sorry boss," I said. Looking over at Emily, I said to her, "I think what you have done is very brave, and I fully support you, in every way I can. I look forward to welcoming Emily to our department."

Glen seemed satisfied with my progress towards acceptance, and so he nodded to Irene to continued her lecture on the acceptance curve and where we all were on it. I winked at Emily and blew her a kiss. She smiled and winked back. 

Irene, who had been droning on, had suddenly stopped talking. Turning, I locked eyes with Irene. It was obvious she had just seen what happened, and looked shocked. Turning red, she quickly looked down and started shuffling through her papers.

To me, it looked like the HR department might be behind me on the acceptance curve.

* *

The next day, Emily dressed in a conservative black dress with a black jacket covering it. She tied a light red scarf around her neck to give the ensemble some cover, and we drove to work.

We arrived at the office, and I went around and opened the door for Emily, helping her out of the car. As Emily stood up, I noticed the three gossips from my office looking over at us. I leaned forward and kissed Emily on the lips, a long, slow, passionate kiss.

We broke the kiss, and I looked over. The three gossips were standing there, mouths agape. I put my arm around Emily, and we walked towards the front door of the office building. Above me, I could those people who got in early starting to crowd around windows, curious to see the transgender woman who they had all received an email about yesterday afternoon. Not only did they see a beautiful Emily, but her boyfriend striding into the office with her.

As we got close to our cubicles, Rita greeted us.

"Emily, nice to meet you again. We met at the restaurant a few days ago, if you remember. I told Steve afterwards what a beautiful girlfriend he had. I'm not sure if he told you," Rita said.

Emily smiled and said that I had.

Rita took Emily by the hand. "It'll be nice to have a girl my own age around her. Those old bats who work here are about as fun as a sack of wet rocks."

Rita escorted Emily to her desk. There on the desk was a potted plate sprouting large red flowers. Emily looked at me, but I shook my head. 

Rita laughed and clapped. "They are from me. Your desk was too boyish. I wanted to make it more girlie. It need some colour. Tell me you love them!"

Emily leant down and smelt them. "They are beautiful. Thank you, Rita."

I left Emily and Rita to become fast friends. I tried to settle down into some work, but found it hard. I was just too elated with what was happening. It was like all my dreams were coming true. I had an amazing girl who also happened to be a male-to-female transgender, just like I wanted. I was living with her, and she was growing right in front of me.

All day, people came down and said hello to Emily, congratulating her on her choice. Emily was glowing. I had never really seen Mike happy at work. Now that Mike was gone and Emily was here, she was very happy.

At 2:03 PM I got an IM from Emily69, Emily's IM address. It said simply, "Thank you for all of this. You gave me the courage to be the person I truly am."

I replied back, "You don't need to thank me. I should thank you. Being with you makes me the happiest I have ever been. Having you around 24 hours a day, instead of just nights and weekends, just gives me more chance to be happy."

Emily69 replied back, "You make me blush. I love you."

"I love you, too," I replied.

I sat back. Everything seemed perfect. All the darkness from yesterday, all the feelings that Emily could be cheating, they all passed. It was all in my head, I told myself.

The future was bright, and to me, obvious. Love, marriage, a lifetime of happiness together with Emily. The path was set, and nothing could derail it.

The only thing I hadn't counted on was the complete and total unpredictability of life.



Emily and Steve Ch. 09



Over the next few weeks things really started to settle in at work. Emily was being more than accepted, she was being lauded. Emily, feeling much more comfortable as a woman, started being a much better worker. The quality of work that Emily was producing was far superior to Mike's work. She was featured on the company's intranet site as an inspiring story.

But while things were going well at work, things seemed to be getting worse at home. The first few nights after Emily started living full time as a woman we had amazing sex, but quickly our interested started to diverge.

I wanted to stay in and have a nice dinner, maybe getting cosy on the couch with Emily and watching a video. If we went out, I wanted to go out to a nice restaurant, maybe to a lounge for a couple of drinks and then head home to bed.

Emily, now living as a woman, wanted to go out and party. She wanted to get out party, dancing and drinking. I would come home from the gym and find her circle of friends hanging around in the apartment, already drunk and stoned. I would beg Emily to stay in, but in the end I would always get dragged out to the club.

The worst thing, though, was that I noticed that Emily started liking attention from other men. At the club, she was out on the dance floor while I was fuming by the bar. Soon her pretty little blonde body would draw the attention of the skirt chasers at the club. She would be surrounded by dudes. I couldn't watch, it made me sick to my stomach.

Emily would always tell me afterwards that it didn't mean anything. She was just having fun. She loved me, and was only going home with me. I believed her, but I stopped going out with her to the clubs, it was just too hard for me to watch.

Things came to a head a few weeks after Emily's change. Tessa, her friend from the country came down for the weekend to celebrate the change. We were sitting around on Friday night drinking a few glasses of wine and chatting.

"So," Tessa said, "when are you going to start the drafting course?"

Emily turned red, and looked down. I raised my eyebrows, confused. "What drafting course?" I asked.

Tessa stammered, "I'm sorry, I thought you had told him. I shouldn't have said anything."

Emily looked up, "no, it's okay Tessa. Steve, I am taking a night course this semester at school. It starts next week on Tuesday and Thursday nights. With it, I'll have the prerequisites to apply to go to university and get a degree with industrial design."

I shook my head. "What? You want to go back to school?"

Emily nodded. "Yes. I don't think accounting is for me. Accounting was something to keep a low profile when I was Mike. Now I am Emily, I want to do something else. Are you mad?"

I shook my head. "No, not mad. I just don't understand why you didn't say anything to me. I would have thought that's the kind of thing that we would share. But, whatever, that's okay. Don't worry about. So, tell me, where do you want to go to school?"

"Virginia tech has a really good program," she said. My jaw dropped. Tessa quietly picked up her glass of wine and walked into the kitchen. Emily just looked at me, waiting for me to say something. 

It took me a minute to compose my thoughts, and I really wish I had handled this next bit calmly, but I didn't. Instead, I said, "Virginia fucking Tech? That's two thousand fucking miles from here! You just up and decide to move to Virginia without even talking to me?"

Emily tried to grab my hands to reassure me, but I just pulled away. I stood up and paced.

"Please, Steve," she said. "I haven't decided anything. We can talk about it, but let's talk about it later, okay?"

"No," I screamed. "Not okay. Nothing is okay any more. Recently, you seem to be off in your own little world, and I'm getting left behind all the time. How can you even think of moving to Virginia, when we are making a life for ourselves here?"

"I don't understand what is going on here, Steve," Emily said, tears welling up in her eyes. "You were so supportive of me becoming Emily full time before. Now as I continue to grow as a woman, you suddenly revert to this Goddamn caveman? It is my life to direct, Steve, not yours!"

I stopped pacing and walked right up to Emily. "Not mine? Not mine? I made you. Remember, you said that. You would never have done this without me. I made you, and now you just want to chuck me aside. Not acceptable. Not acceptable."

Emily stood up, and pushed me aside. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. "You know what, fuck you. Tessa and I are going out, and I think we'll stay in a hotel tonight. You can sleep alone in your kingdom, your fucking highness."

With that Emily stormed out, slamming the door behind her. I picked up a dining room chair and hurled it across the room. It crashed against the wall, and fell limp to the floor. Just then, Tessa walked out of the kitchen, sheepishly.

"Oh shit, sorry Tessa. I didn't realize you were there."

Tessa picked up her bag, and started walking towards the door. I called after her. "Tessa, please, try and talk to her. I do support her, but I just want to be included in the decisions she makes. We are a couple, she can't just go off and live her life like a single person."

Tessa looked back sympathetically. "Steve, Emily appreciates what you have done for her, she really does. But you've given her wings now. She's going to want to fly, to experiment. She's made one change, now you have to be prepared that she is going to want to make a whole host of changes. If you love her, either you'll find a way to support her, or you'll let her go."

With that, Tessa walked out the door. I collapsed on the couch and started to cry.

* * *

Tessa and Emily didn't come home that night. The next day I talked to Emily on the phone. She was going to spend another couple nights at the hotel with Tessa, because she wanted to think things through. I pleaded with her to come home.

"No, Steve, I need to figure out where my head is at. You need to do the same. We'll talk on Monday after work, okay."

I sat around thinking all day Saturday about what I wanted. The more I thought, the more it was clear to me. I wanted Emily in my life. I needed a plan to get her back. As luck would have it, Frisco called the apartment asking after Emily.

"Oh, she's not in right now," I said. "She's out with her friend Tessa. Are you meeting up with them later?"

"Yes, at Foo Bar," Frisco said. "Are you coming?"

"Maybe," I said, but I knew I was.

I had a shower and got dressed up and then headed out to Foo Bar, by the time I got there the line up was already around the block. I tried to get past the doorman in the VIP lounge, but without the hot blonde on my arm, no such luck. Instead I stood in line like all the rest of the suckers.

After 30 minutes, the line up barely moved. "What's going on," I asked the person in front of me.

"DJ Ank Kar is playing tonight," the guy said in between sucks on a pacifier.

"Who is that?"

The guy looked at me like I was an idiot. "Only the hottest DJ from Eastern Europe right now." The guy rolled his eyes, and went back to sucking on his pacifier. I shook my head, and continued to wait in the line.

Two hours later, and I had moved forward about 10 feet. Only another 50 feet to go. At this rate, I figured I would get into the bar sometime around noon on Monday. I was trying to think of another plan when I spotted Emily walking out of the bar with two guys. I jumped out of line and started to follow them.

They had a good head start on me, so I nearly lost them when they ducked into the alley behind the Chinese food restaurant, but just as I was running by I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, so I turned down the alley.

There, at the dead end of the alley was Emily, passionately kissing one of the guys as the other guy rubbed her ass and kissed the back of her neck. Part of me wanted to scream out, but a larger part of me wanted to see what would happen, so I hid behind a dumpster and watched.

The guy kissing the back of her neck pulled away and said, "Oh, Todd, you should feel this chick's ass. It is rock solid." His hands continued to squeeze Emily's ass.

The guy kissing Emily's mouth, who I suppose was named Todd, broke away from Emily's lips long enough to say, "you think her ass is nice, you should try feeling her tongue in your mouth. She is a goer for sure, Rich."

I sat in the darkness and watched as Rich and Todd continued to grope my girlfriend. Emily's hands ran down Rich's chest, and came to rest on his groin. She pulled away from the lip lock and said, "I want to see that cock of yours."

Rich looked around. "Are you sure, baby, that you want to do both of us, in this alley?"

Emily nodded, "yes, I am. I am sick of my boyfriend telling me how to live. I am a young, beautiful woman, and I should be able to act how I want, right?"

Todd, undoing his pants, said, "fuck yeah!"

Emily dropped to her knees, and started to blow Todd's hard cock. Rich shrugged his shoulders, and whipped out his dick as well. Emily grabbed Rich's dick and started to stroke it as she blew Todd. Both the boys had average size, uncut cocks, and both were hard as rock already. 

Emily sucked off Todd for a few minutes, and then switched, sucking Rich while stroking Todd. I sat there watching. I saw the pleasure on the boys' faces. Watched the way their eyes fluttered shut and the way their mouths involuntarily quivered and opened with let out muffled noises of pleasure. I watched as their backs arched and toes curled as Emily's expert mouth worked on their dicks. Mostly I watched those cocks, sliding in and out of Emily's mouth. I could see the coating of saliva on their shafts glistening in the light in the alley, and the occasionally bead of spit roll down Emily's chin and fly free for a second until it hit the ground.

I closed my eyes, trying not to see it, but then I heard it. The boys' gasps and moans, their occasionally expressions of disbelief at the pleasure, they brief thank yous to the gods above for delivering Emily onto the end of their cocks. And I could here Emily's mouth moving up and down on the shafts, the sound of her gulping and breathing, the sound of spit building up and being released, the licking and lapping of her tongue.

I opened my eyes again, and watched. The boys were close to cumming. Todd, currently getting the hand job, pulled his cock away from her hand. "If I am going to cum, I want to cum either in that mouth or in your pussy, baby. I don't want a damn hand job."

Emily kept her mouth working on Rich as she raised her ass in the air, pulled up her skirt and moved her underwear out of the way. Only then did she break off Rich's dick to say, "forget my pussy, come in my ass!"

Todd smiled and moved close. Emily grabbed his cock and started to guide him towards her awaiting hole. Todd though, reached down and grabbed at Emily's crotch. He pulled back suddenly.

"Oh shit, dude, this chick has a cock. She's a guy!" he exclaimed.

Rich stiffened, his cock still hard in Emily's mouth. He seemed to waiver for a moment, but then shook his head. "Whatever, this mouth is so good, I don't give a shit. Keep sucking my cock, you little faggot. Todd, if I were you I would fuck this faggot whore's ass."

Emily broke off from Rich's cock and exclaimed, "Just fuck my ass, Todd," before hungrily gulping Rich's dick back down again.

Todd stood for a moment, and then shrugged his shouldered and pushed himself in. I heard him moan as his dick entered Emily, and Emily squealed briefly before continuing to hungrily suck Rich off.

I couldn't watch anymore, so I ran from the alley. As I was leaving, I heard Rich declare that he was shooting his load down Emily's throat. "She is swallowing it all down like a fucking cumdump!" he screamed. I covered my ears and ran.

I wandered aimless for hours, finally ending up in a park I used to come to back before I met Emily. On the north side of the park, along a darken stretch of the road is where the transsexual hookers work at nights. I used to cruise along here on nights when I was really lonely, looking for a quick fuck. 

I don't know what drew me there. I think I just wanted to feel someone, to know that I could feel something. I didn't even feel like having sex. No, I felt like being punished. I picked the biggest, most manly looking tranny I could find, and approached him. He was at least 6 foot 4 inches tall, and despite his best efforts at makeup was let down by his square jaw and five o'clock shadow.

"Hey, I want you to fuck me," I said.

"Do you have a car?" he asked, looking around.

"Not tonight. Just take me over in the bushes there, tear my pants down and rape my ass. I want you to punish me. Make me hurt," I said.

The guy looked at me funnily, but then said he'd do it for one hundred. I pulled out five twenty dollars bills and gave it to him as I started to wander over to the bushes.

Before the tranny had even followed me into the bushes, I had my pants around my ankles, and was bent over against a tree. I spread my ass cheeks and ordered him to fuck me hard and fast.

The tranny stood behind me and hiked up his skirt. I could hear him playing with himself as he took a condom out of its packet. Once he was hard enough and had the condom on, he entered my ass. 

He was big, much bigger than Emily had been, and not at all gentle. He pushed in me, and I shuddered with pain. That was fine though, for it was pain I wanted to feel. The tranny started pushing into me hard and fast. I started to relax, and the pain started to turn to just discomfort, and then surprisingly to pleasure. I opened up, and soon shivers of pleasure were pulsing from my ass. It was causing my cock to stand up at attention. I soon found myself reaching down and jacking myself off as the tranny continued to pound away at my tight asshole.

"Do you like that?" he asked me.

"Yes," I whimpered. I did. I suddenly felt an intense desire to have more of this. I wanted more cocks in my ass. I had never felt that way before. The feeling welled up in me, and I found myself spurting my load against the tree and the tranny pounded hard and fast. Once I was done, the tranny took off the condom, tucked away his cock, pulled down his dress and walked away.

I was left in the bushes, my pants around my ankles, feeling both strangely satisfied but at the same time empty.

* * * 

On Monday evening, I thought it would be best to clear the air between Emily and I. My plan was to lay everything out on the table and see how we can make it work. I went to the gym first to work off any nervous energy and anger, and so when I arrived home, Emily was already sitting on the couch. I walked over and sat down.

"Can we talk now?" I asked. She nodded.

I started, confessing to Emily that I had cheated on her on Saturday night, without getting into too much of the details. I concluded by saying, "I wanted to tell you that, so we have no secrets. I want to make us work, and I hope you do as well."

Emily took my hand, and told me she forgave me. It felt good to hear those words. Next I expected that she would admit to cheating on me, but instead she didn't. Instead, she said, "I want to go to Virginia, Steve. I want to live my life, now. I have been living someone else's life for so long. It's finally my chance to live my life. And while I know it is selfish, I need to make my own decisions. I can't have you as part of that, because then I am just living someone else's life again."

I was stunned. "Emily, I thought you wanted this. I thought you loved me."

"I do love you, Steve, but what we have here, that is your creation. You are the one that is looking for a partner, a lover, a wife. You are the one that wants someone to stay home with and cook dinners and watch videos. Maybe some day I'll want that, but right now I want to be a young, vibrant girl. I want to experience the world, and sow my wild oats. I need to go out dancing and drinking. I need to take courses to learn new things. I need to... ummm." Emily was stuck for another example.

With nothing but venom in my heart, I said the following words, "you need to have two guys double-team you in an alley."

Emily looked at me. I stared at her, my hardest, coldest stare. She wasn't ashamed, as I had hoped. Instead she was angry. "What the fuck, Steve, are you following me around now? Stalking me? Jesus Christ, Steve, that is the problem here. You rushed me into this, this whole exclusivity thing. I made a mistake agreeing to it, but you were so nice and so supportive, it felt like the right thing to do. Now, it just feels wrong."

Emily stood up, and walked towards the door. "I'm sorry, Steve, this has got to end. I do love you, though you might not be able to see that now, but I can't stay with you." Emily opened the closest by the door, and pulled out two large suitcases. She walked towards the door.

It hit me then. She was leaving. She had always planned to leave tonight. That's why the suitcases were there already. She had already packed. 

I feel to my knees, trying to beg her, but instead just sobs came out of my mouth as tears rolled down my face.

Emily started crying as well, she opened the door, and gave one look back. "I am sorry, Steve, I love you, but I have to do this. Goodbye."

The door shut behind her. I crumpled on the floor.

* * *

Emily wasn't in at work on Tuesday. Rita came by to tell me that Emily had given Glen her resignation letter, effective immediately, on Monday after work. She had left a forwarding address for her final pay cheque to Tessa's place in the country.

I fell apart after that, as you do after relationships end. I went through the usual stages. Drinking and crying, drinking and seeing hookers, drinking and cursing Emily, drinking and trying to call her late at night, and finally just drinking.

Time has passed, and I think things are better now. I ran into Tessa last week. After a few awkward words, I asked about Emily. Tessa just said that things were going well, and she was going to be starting at Virginia Tech in the fall for industrial design.

I smiled. "Great to hear. Tell her I said hi, and wish her luck with her studies for me, okay?" Tessa promised she would, and then she walked away.

As for me, I still work at the same company in the same boring job. I still go home and whack off to tranny porn most weeknights, and go out crusing the tranny bars on weekends. I keep hoping that I will meet another girl. A girl like Emily, but this time one that wants to settle down, to make a life with me. There's been a couple how have been potentials, but nothing has stuck yet. But I haven't given up hope. She's out there, I know it. I just have to keep searching.

In the meantime, I always have my memories of the glorious time I spent with that special girl named Emily.

FIN



Emily and Steve Ch. 10



It took me a long time to get over Emily, but like all pain, eventually it past and I started to want to get into a relationship again. 

Before Emily, I had gone out and hooked up with t-girls from the local scene a few times, but never thought of anything serious. My time with Emily had taught me one important thing - I wanted something more than just those casual hook-ups. I wanted a girlfriend, a partner, a wife.

Its hard enough to find that when you are looking for a genetic girl, but when you want a t-girl, its even harder to find. 

I knew the clubs in town that had tgirl nights, but those tended to be filled with young tgirls looking to party and have a good time. I was getting too old, and was looking for something too serious for that.

I tried internet dating, but found myself inundated with invitations from "working girls" who were just looking for paid encounters.

I was feeling a bit at a loss of how I was going to meet the girl of my dreams, and then I stumbled upon the answer by pure chance.

One Saturday morning, I went out for a run. I would run the 5 blocks from my place over to the local university, and run through their campus. It was a great place to run because there were few cars, it was nice and green and plus you got to look at all the young co-eds walking around. I may have been looking for a full time relationship with a t-girl, but I didn't mind getting an eyeful of young genetic girls either.

I was running through the campus, and started to do wind-sprints, taking off really quickly for a short burst, and then slowing down to barely a walk. During one of the slow jogs, something on a billboard caught my eye.

"Transgendered Student Association" read the banner along the top, and it then listed a number of lectures on transgendered issues and gender identity.

I went home and checked out the website of the Transgendered Student Association, hoping they might do social nights, but nothing was listed. It did lead me to checking out the courses that the university offered, including courses on gender identity, including masters and doctorate courses.

A young bachelors student probably wouldn't be looking for something serious, I thought, but I bet anyone taking a masters or doctorate would be older, more mature and probably looking for something more serious.

I wasn't going to take a new degree, I had definitely had enough of school, but I did start attending some of the free lectures that were put on. They were quite academic affairs, though some of them were interesting. For me, though, I was scanning the crowds at the events to check out potential dates.

There were a few good looking girls in the crowds. The first few lectures I didn't speak to anyone, but then after the third lecture I had been to, I decided to approach one of the girls. She was about 5 foot 8 with light brown hair, a slim figure and light, white, smooth skin. I asked her about her name (Jenna), and her thoughts on the lecture, and we got to chatting.

"Would you like to grab a coffee some time?" I asked after about 15 minutes of chat.

Jenna agreed, and we went out on a couple of dates. The first date was for coffee and then a walk through the campus. The second date we had dinner and then went to a show put on by the drama society at the university.

I enjoyed the dating, but Jenna and I weren't clicking romantically. After the show, we had a chat and she agreed that it would be best if we were friends, rather than anything more. We've kept in touch, and I get together for a coffee and a chat with Jenna every few weeks.

While things didn't work out romantically with Jenna, it did prove out my plan, though, and I continued to attend the lectures on a periodic basis.

One girl caught my eye. She was beautiful. She was a latina girl, with dark black hair, sparkling brown eyes and olive colored skin. She had a beautiful slim body with a nice, round ass. She was about five and a half feet tall, and I guessed she was probably late 20s.

I saw her at a couple of the lectures, but never got a chance to speak to her afterwards. She always seemed to rush away before I got a chance to catch her.

However, my shot with her came due to a lucky break. In addition to my plan of attending the lectures, I also started to show up on occasion at the university book store. The books for the gender identity courses were just by little cafe, so I could sit in the cafe, sip a coffee and stake out the books, in the event any girls came over to pick up some books for their courses.

One Saturday, as I sat reading through the newspaper, sipping a coffee and keeping one eye on the book shelf, the beautiful Latina t-girl came into the shop. She walked over to the book shelf and started browsing through a couple of books. Time to make my move.

I wandered over, and suddenly I was gripped by fear. I realised I didn't have a decent opening line. At least at the lectures I could ask about the lecture. Here, what was I going to say? I decided simply on "Hi."

The girl looked up. "Hello," she said. She looked back down, but when it was clear I hadn't moved on, she looked back up, and then tilted her head to the side. "I have seen you before," she said. "You have been to a few of the lectures that the Transgendered Student Association puts on."

I smiled. A connection! "Yes, I have," I said. My voice cracked as I spoke. I realised my mouth was dry as a bone, and I could feel my hands shaking. God, I was a nervous wreck.

"Are you studying here?" she asked. I replied that I wasn't, I was just interested in the topic.

"Oh, do you know someone who is transgendered," she asked. "We don't get a lot of people coming to the lectures who aren't students or transgendered themselves."

"I used to date a girl who was transgendered," I said. Panic. I shouldn't have mentioned an ex-girlfriend! Stupid! "But, we aren't together anymore," I quickly stammered out.

The girl smiled. "Well, are you coming to the next lecture?" she asked.

"I'm not sure," I said, trying to play it cool.

"Well, you should, I here the lecturer is going to be excellent." The girl reached up and pulled down a book from the shelf. "She will be discussing her work from this book," the Latina girl said. "You should check it out."

With that, the girl turned and started to walk away. She turned back after a few steps and said, "hope to see you at the next lecture. Bye."

I looked down at the book. It had a long academic title, "Measurement of Counselling Constructs within Gender Identity Analysis Technics" and was written by Danielle Gabriel, PhD candidate at the university. I flipped the book over, and on the back was a picture of the author. It was, of course, the girl I was just talking to.

So I attended the next lecture. I was pretty sure that Danielle smiled when she saw me as she scanned the crowd at the start of the lecture. I must admit, I didn't follow the lecture much at all. It was a lot of numbers and graphs and discussions of "outcomes", but I found Danielle engaging. Just listening to her speak was an enjoyable experience.

After the lecture finished, I hung around. A lot of people were going up and talking to Danielle about the lecture, so I hung back. Finally the crowd thinned out, and I was able to get up and speak to her.

"Great lecture," I said.

"Really, did you understand it," she asked.

"Not a word," I said, laughing. "Too much complex math for me."

"If you aren't interested in statistical analysis methods of counselling outcomes, why did you come to the lecture," she asked, a wry smile on her face.

"I was hoping to ask you out," I said.

She stood there silently, but with a smile. Finally, after 30 seconds of silence, I said, "So?"

"I am waiting for you to ask me out," she said.

I laughed. "Okay, do you want to go out on a date with me?" I asked.

Danielle agreed, and we went and got a coffee that evening. She told me about her background. She was from Arizona originally, born into a family of immigrants from Guatemala. Her parents were nice but didn't understand her, so Danielle had a tough childhood due to her feeling like a girl trapped in boy's body. She left home at 14, spent a few years wandering until she was lucky enough to wind up in an alternative school in town, which arranged for a host family to put her up. Allowed to be herself at the school, she academically blossomed, finishing her high school diploma, doing a Bachelors degree in Psychology and Statistics, a Masters in Psychology and now working on her doctorate. She was 27, and most importantly, single.

We parted that evening with a plan to meet again, and a hug.

The next date we went to a Cuban-fusion restaurant, and spent more time talking. Our first date, Danielle did most of the talking, prompted by my questions. This time, Danielle grilled me. We covered my upbringing, and why I chose to move to a city so far away from any of my family, which I answered because I didn't feel I could be myself and pursue the type of girls I wanted back home.

"What type of girls are those?" Danielle asked.

I blushed. "Girls like you," I said. "Transgendered girls."

"What are you looking for, Steve," she asked. "Are you just looking to get laid?"

"No," I said. "Not at all. I have done that, but now I want something more. I want to find someone to share my life with. God, that sounds hokey, but its true. I want a girlfriend, and then hopefully a wife."

"A transgendered wife," Danielle said, posing it as a question.

"Yes," I replied.

"What if that wife wants to get sexual reassignment surgery, would you still want her as a wife?" She asked.

I had thought about this a few times. I was attracted to women with penises. What if they wanted to have a sex change? "I don't know," I said, truthfully. "I know what physically I like, and it is a girl who is still... who still..." I stammered.

"Has her penis," Danielle said, bailing me out.

"Yes," I said. "But if I truly loved someone, I would hope that our emotional connection would transcend the mere physical."

Danielle just smiled at my answer, before saying, "I don't plan to get sexual reassignment surgery. I'm happy with my body and all its parts as it is now."

Danielle then changed the subject to one that made me blush and stammer even more. "So tell me about this ex-girlfriend of yours who was transgendered, the one you mentioned in the book store."

I told the story of Emily and I as best I could, trying not to sound like I still have feelings for her, but also trying to sound like it had been serious. I wanted to show Danielle that I could have a serious relationship with a t-girl.

Over desert, the grilling stopped and the mood turned playful. We discussed hobbies, and it turned out that one of Danielle's hobbies was salsa dancing. 

"I'm not much of a dancer," I said.

"Oh, I am sure I could teach you," she replied.

"Does that mean our next date will be dancing?" I asked.

Danielle laughed. "Jumping ahead and making presumptions about future dates. You are quite sure of yourself."

In the end, we did agree on a third date, and it would be salsa dancing. The night ended with me walking Danielle back to her apartment, and giving her a quick kiss on the lips.

The salsa dancing was amazing. Danielle showed up in a short summer dress, fully made up and looking beautiful. So far, our dates had all been quite cerebral. The salsa dancing was quite physical. Our bodies constantly brushing and touching each other. Our eyes locking into gazes as we moved close. There were times when I thought my knees would buckle from under me, not because of the physical strain of the dancing, but from the electric shocks of passion in having Danielle close to me.

At the end of the night, I walked Danielle home, and this time our kiss on the doorstep lasted much longer. She held herself close to me as our lips interlocked and our tongues darted into each other's mouths. We kissed for minutes before Danielle said, breathless both from the dancing and the kissing, said "let's go upstairs."

We entered her apartment, and before the door had closed she slipped off her summer dress. She was wearing a pair of black panties and a black bra. I nearly fainted with desire. She held herself against me, and I wrapped my arms around her torso. I could feel the thin layer of glistening sweat that covered her from the dancing. I pressed my hips against her, pushing my now erect cock against her crotch. Even through the layers of fabric of my trousers and her panties, I could feel my hard cock rubbing against hers.

"I need to shower," she said, "clean off the sweat from the dancing. Make yourself comfortable, I'll be out in a minute."

She went into the bathroom, but left the door slightly ajar. I heard the shower start. 

I couldn't wait. I peeled off my clothes, and entered the bathroom. I pulled back the shower curtain, and climbed into the shower with Danielle. She didn't say a word, simply embraced me and we kissed again. This time, our naked bodies allowed our two cocks, both rock hard, to rub together freely.

We broke off the kiss, and Danielle poured some bath gel into her hands. I held out my hand, and she poured some in mine as well. We then started to rub the lather onto each other's bodies. We both slowly explored down each other's bodies, taking time to caress the shoulders, the arms, the chest and the stomach of the other until we reached the groin.

I wrapped my hand gently around her erect, uncut penis. I slowly stroked the cock back and forth, looking down as I pulled back the skin to reveal her red cock head.

Danielle's hand wrapped around my cock, and stroked it slowly. she covered every inch of my cock with the soapy lather of the bath gel before turning away from me. With her remaining lather, she soaped up her butt crack and asshole, before pushing herself back against my erect cock.

I rubbed my cock up and down the crack of her ass, reaching around my hand to slowly stroke her dick as well. I started to feel my cock quiver, so I grabbed it with my hand and pressed it against her asshole, pressing slowly but firmly until it opened up and my cock slide inside.

Daneille bent over slightly, the water from the shower running over her head and down her back as I pressed myself in and out of her ass. Neither of us said a word, the only sounds were the water hitting the tub from the shower head, and the occasional breathy moan from either of us.

I pushed into her slowly at first, but as the passion built up inside me, I started pumping harder and faster. Danielle pressed herself back against me.

I felt the orgasm well up in my cock. "Oh God," I cried, pressing myself deep inside Danielle as the cum came shooting out of my cock and deep inside her ass.

Fully spent, Danielle turned around and we kissed, allowing the hot water to run over our bodies, and massage our tired bodies.

* * * 

Danielle and I had been going out for about six months when I ran into Emily. I had headed out to the suburbs of town, where there is a shopping mall with all the fancy shops. After finishing lunch at the food court, I was heading down to the main level to continue my shopping. There she was, at the bottom of the steps. 

I wasn't sure what to do. I thought about just walking on by, but then Emily looked up and saw me coming down on the escalator. So at the bottom of the escalator, I walked over to her.

"Hi," I said, hands in my pockets shrugging my shoulders slightly.

Emily smiled, a sad kind of smile. "Hi Steve, how are you?"

"Good, good," I said, my voice trailing off. I wasn't sure how I should act. In fact, I wasn't sure how I felt. It was a weird experience. Lots of emotions filled me. I was sad to be reminded of a painful period in my life, angry at Emily for what she had done to me, but also felt a connection and kindness towards her at the same time. I even felt a little bit of guilt - like I was somehow cheating on Danielle in just speaking to Emily.

"Steve, I need to say how sorry I am about how things ended," Emily said. "I never wanted to hurt you, and I know that I acted in a way that could only lead to your being hurt."

"It's okay," I said, looking down.

"No, it's not okay," she said. "We were at different points in our lives, Steve. You were looking to settle down, and I was just learning to embrace life as a woman. I never had a chance to be young and crazy and adventurous as a woman before. I had more than 20 years worth of experiences in my correct gender to pick up on. I needed to get out and experience all those things. I needed to find out who I was. We were never going to work out with such different goals."

I nodded.

Emily continued, "but I should have been honest with you. The relationship we had was what allowed me to start on that journey, and I really owed it to you to be honest with you. Instead, I went behind your back, creating a new life for myself - both professionally with my design courses and personally with the dancing and drugs and sex. I should have done the honourable thing and split up with you before I started all that, but I didn't want to hurt you, and in doing so just ended up hurting you more." 

Emily's eyes were starting to well with tears. I took my hands out of my pockets, and wrapped them around her. "Emily, I forgive you," I said. "Can you forgive me for pressuring you to settle down?"

Emily, tears streaming down her face, nodded. "Thank you," she said softly.

I held Emily for a couple of minutes until her tears subsided. She was cried out, and I felt all the emotions float away. I wasn't angry or sad anymore.

"How are you?" I asked. "What are you doing now?"

"I am good," Emily said. "No, actually I am great. I am in my second year of my industrial design course, and I love it, Steve. I wish I had done it sooner. It just fits so well with my personality and my mindset. I can't believe I hadn't done it sooner."

"That's great," I said.

"I've also settled down a bit, you'll be happy to hear. I'm through with my phase of getting stoned, going to clubs and hooking up with strangers every night."

"Good," I said. I felt a lump in my throat as I asked the next question, but felt I had to. "Are you seeing anyone?"

"No," Emily said, shaking her head. "No. I don't think the time is right for that now. I still have a lot of me to work on. I want to get my degree and start working as an industrial designer before I go down the path of dating again. What about you? Are you seeing anyone?"

"Yes," I said. "A girl named Danielle. She is a doctoral candidate at the university, doing a PhD on gender identity."

"So she is a t-girl," Emily asked. "...like me?" she added.

"Yes, she is," I replied.

"And are you happy?" Emily asked.

"Very." I said. It was true, I was happy.

We chatted a bit more, and then parted ways. Emily gave me her phone number, which I programmed into my phone. But then, after we parted, I went back into my phone and deleted it. Maybe someday I could be friends with Emily, but for now I think I'll let it slide.

Instead, I decided to concentrate on why I had come to the mall in the first place. I needed to go to the jewellery store.

I had an engagement ring to buy.