Emily and Steve Part 1

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.