Emily and Steve Part 9

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?"