Emily and Steve Part 7

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.