Reaching the closet, you open the door and take a peek inside. Sure enough, there are rows upon rows of dresses and femining clothing. Your gaze falls to the floor and, sure enough, sitting there are several pairs of pumps, flats, stiletto heels and a virtual forest of shoes. Your previous fantasy remembered, you bend down and pick up a pair of four-inch strap heels with open toes. They look quite exquisite; designed to show off as much of the foot as they can while still able to be called a shoe.
Carrying the pair of shoes back to the bed, you set them down and raid the bureau for a pair of stockings, and other feminine accoutrements before returning to the bed with your prizes. You gaze at them for a moment, fantasies running through your head. You could see yourself trying them on. It takes a lot of willpower to refrain, though you can't help but think almost exclusively about how sexy you would look if you were wearing them.
As if to reward the fantasies running through your head, your legs are the next thing to change. The shape of your legs changes, becoming much more shapely and feminine. Your thighs grow a soft padding of fat, becoming wonderfully soft. You're certainly becoming leggy. Not only that, but the fur on your feet begins to spread up your legs. In mere moments, you have a sexy pair of legs that taper down into a pair of equally sexy feet. They're coated in silken black fur with white patches along the insides of your thighs.
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know what is happening. That somehow, this place is reshaping you into a woman, and that every time you indulge your desires, you slide a little further into that eventual transformation. But even deeper down, you want it. And that is, perhaps, the most damning thing of all. That you want this. You should have fought the urge but then you look over towards the bed where you had previously laid out a pair of white silk stockings. Any hopes of resistance crumble. Just one try wouldn't hurt.
Bunching up the stockings, you sit down and slide them over your feet and up your legs, smoothing them into place. It's tricky with your new fur coat, but you manage to put them in place as though you'd been doing it all your life. You sigh softly to yourself in pleasure, feeling the warm silk tickle the bottoms of your feet and then slide up past your ankles and calves, finally up to your thighs where the elastic bands hold them in place.
You've never felt so elegant. So ladylike. You're stuck in euphoria while the soft silk caresses the fur of your legs while you pick up the high heels and began to slide them onto your delicate feet. Your fingers proceed to slide the straps of each shoe into place as though it were a process you had undergone time and again. You needn't even think about acting. Your hands do the work all by themselves. Once the shoes are in place, you slide your fingers along your stocking-clad legs, feeling the warming silk beneath your touch while your digits travel from ankle to thigh.