Emily and Steve Part 8

"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!"