Katie finished her shower and supplemental activities. She was still inordinately pleased with herself over that. She’d given Brandon hand jobs before so she knew what to do in principle, but initially it felt awkward from the wrong side as it were. That initial awkwardness was quickly compensated for by the powerful demanding feedback. She didn’t have to think about how to do it any longer, she could feel what worked and instantly adjust. When her thoughts drifted to Brandon, she imagining him waking to his new role in life and exploded with wondrously intoxicating gratification that pulsed cum in powerful spurts that hit the far wall. It would have been a terrible mess anywhere else but fortunately it sprayed right off in the shower. Katie felt like she suddenly understood guys for the first time in her life. Orgasm as a woman was incredible and longer lasting, but cumming as a guy was demanding and addictive. Instead of a long after-mellow she simply wanted to do it again, and she knew who she was going to do it to, not with … to … she grinned flexing her new muscles.
Katie dried off and giggled as she stood before the toilet and lifted the toilet seat. Gripping her new appendage carefully, she pointed the end down at the water in the toilet and began trying to pee. Initially nothing happened but as she relaxed between efforts to push at muscles that didn’t seem to be there any longer, suddenly a powerful stream sprang forth and she hosed down the back part of the seat before she could correct her aim. Instead of wiping at the end, a quick flick took care of the clinging droplet. Unfortunately the flick sent the droplet onto the seat instead of into the toilet as intended. Katie was momentarily embarrassed at making such a disgusting mess before grinning in memory and decided not to clean up.
After making muscle poses for herself in front of the mirror, Katie strode out of the bathroom. Instead of feeling exposed and vulnerable in her nudity, Katie felt confident and strong. It was completely at odds with all of her past experience. A glance at the bed showed the woman … no Brandon … her husband … no Brandon her wife she snickered … was still unconscious. Wandering over to the walk-in closet, Katie was mentally mangling a song, ‘Brandon, you're a fine girl (you're a fine girl) … What a good wife you will be (such a fine girl) …’ as she looked for something to wear. The first thing that caught Katie’s attention was the large selection of woman’s shoes ranging from two inch wedge sandals to crazy platform stilettos that had to be three inch platforms with eight inch heels. Katie was amazed at how small the shoes were in her large hands, they seemed more like display decorations than something that could actually be worn by an adult. Lifting a dress off the rack by its hanger, Katie held it up to herself and guffawed. The hemline ended around her navel and the dress width barely covered half her pecks. “My god, is Brandon really this small now,” she asked herself … and grinned before remembering her other specifications. “Not small, petite, but definitely not small,” she chuckled.
The male clothes were rather disappointing. There was a single dress suit, two casual sport coats, a half dozen bland dress shirts and slacks, and two pair of shoes; dress shoes and tennis shoes. The highboy dresser, which was not high to Katie anymore, contained a collection of tighty-whitie underwear, socks, jeans, cargo shorts, polo shirts, and Wife Beater A‑Shirts with a gym logo on them.
The low dresser was much more interesting; tiny panties in every color imaginable, stockings, garters, negligees: long .. short .. teddies .. babydolls, sleeveless stretchy T‑Shirts, and bras, lots and lots of bras and every one an E‑cup. There were even jogging bras, ‘I can’t wait to see how that works,’ Katie grinned. Sighing wistfully at the realization that she would not be able to wear pretty clothes now, she perked up, figuratively and literally, at the thought of Brandon in a Babydoll Nighty or Brandon jogging with huge tits bouncing madly. ‘Oh my god I have got to see Brandon jog!’ One drawer had a mixture of items; frilly white snap‑on cuffs with red logos that said Peeks & Valleys, red thigh high fishnet stockings, black garter belts with garters, and two piece black halter top body stockings. ‘Good for you Brandon, it looks like you get to work in a strip club after all (… and she served them whiskey and wine … such a fine girl …),’ Katie hummed as she dressed and left to checkout the rest of the place.
