Katie checked herself out in the mirror. She was a knockout. Noticing a pair of clothes, presumable hers, she takes off her man clothes (which simply disappeared afterwards) and admired her body.
"Mmmm, look at my legs, their so long and smooth. And have hips! and a cute butt! Look at my chest, its so big. I understand now why I need to wear a bra. I wear a bra!"
She then put her hands on the bottom of her neck like she saw so many other women do. It didn't occur to her that she was trying to emulate anyone, the behavoir came natrally.
"Mmm, my skin, its so soft. I have a tan! I didn't even think of that! My mom loves sunbathing, it didn't even occur to me that if I was a girl I would too! Oh and this voice, its so soft and sexy. It never cracks! I love it! My Face! its so suited to being female, my big turquoise eyes and long eyelashes! And look at my hair! Its so long, soft, and curly! Screw being a blonde I am one hot brunette!"
She indeed was right about everything. She could have easily have passed for a teen supermodel. She remembered then that she was supposed to get dressed, and put on her very supporting underwear. She then squeezed into her tight short-shorts (which were the same color and brand as her male ones) and put on the polo shirt that complemented her new figure so much it made her stomach seem flatter, and chest a whole cupsize larger (though it might have been the bra).
She then put on makeup (which somehow she could do like a pro), slid on a pair of designer sandals, and headed downstairs.