You walk over to the vanity. It is a gorgeous work of craftsmenship made out of white painted wood. There were three drawers on each side of the chair with three mirrors set up facing the owner, giving her every angle of her face that she needed. As a boy you had no need for this furnishing, but you would the chair quite comfortable. It was plush, it made you feel giddy inside, almost forgot you were a boy for a second there.
You look through the drawers to see if anything was left inside of them. You see all manner of jewelry and makeup, probably worth something at a pawn shop. Granted that you could find a way out of this place.
You stop at one of the drawers and fixate your eyes on small black box. It was inlaid with black satin and contained a golden necklace with a beautiful pear-shaped ruby as it's pendant. It was girly but who cared, you owned a mansion you can do what ever you want. You clasped it around you neck and held it against your chest. Your heart rate increased.
Your body was changing almost inperceptively, but the formation of small breasts was definitely noticable. You adhusted your shirt to better show them off before you even remembered that you weren't supposed to have them. Was it the necklace? Even if it was you still reached back inside the drawer looking for anything else to try on.
A hair clip of a rose, a golden bangle, and a pair of diamond earrings. Your hair grew to reach to your breasts. Almost automatically you found a velvet bow and tied your hair into a long ponytail. The jewelry wasn't enough so you tried on some makeup.
A bit of lipstick here, some blush there, and a little bit more eyelashes until you barely could recognize yourself in the mirror. You then looked in the closet and pulled out a black dress and stockings. When you pulled the stockings up your legs you felt a chill. All of your leg hair had suddenly vanished leaving the hosiary to tightly surround your legs and shape them into the form of a woman's.
You wore a garter belt over some soft black panties in order to hold up your stockings. The bulge in your pants shrank until it appeared to be completely smooth.
The dress was black with nylon sleeves depicting flowers and other designs with the hem reaching down to past your knees.
To complete the outfit you picked out a pair of black leather heels from the closet. Strapping them onto your feet you sat down at the vanity and added any addition makeup that you felt like adding.
The thought donned on you. Your father died and left you, his only daughter, the family mansion. This room belonged to you, these were your clothes, your jewelry, and your vanity. You were never a boy who was chosen at random, you were always your father's favorite daughter and now the heiress of his fortune.
You were 25 years old and worth millions. Now was the time to start having fun and to find a husband.