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BECOMING KATIE PT. 01: WARDROBE
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Lee discovers Katie and may never look back.
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I had always enjoyed dressing in women's clothes, but it was a deep,
deep secret.

An ex's underwear and dress while she was away was my first endeavour. I remember clearly gazing at myself in the mirror, awkward and
uncomfortable, but also deeply intrigued by the new feelings, an
erection straining at the elastic of the panties I wore.

A couple more times I was able to steal some time to try on other items
of her clothing, including tights and heels, which I adored.

But all the while I hated looking at my short hair and masculine
features that clashed horribly with the pretty clothes.

When the relationship ended I moved into a one bedroom apartment on my
own. I tentatively explored buying my own clothes, ordering a slinky
dress and stockings from Wish.

They took so long to arrive that I'd almost forgotten about them, but
when they did arrive I was thrilled - but still so nervous. I locked the
door and closed all the curtains before sliding into my new items.

A renewed thrill rushed through me as I stroked the dress, and that's
when the name 'Katie' floated across my brain. It immediately felt
familiar and right, but still I felt unfinished when I looked in the mirror.

Uncertain of what to do next, I resorted to browsing clothes online and
making lengthy wish lists. Even though I lived alone and didn't have
anyone else visiting, I didn't know whether I could find the courage to
build out my wardrobe.

Then the Covid-19 pandemic hit London and my apartment became my whole
life. After a couple of days feeling utterly terrified (and repeatedly
assuring my parents that I wasn't), I began to settle into the new
routine we all had. A 30-second commute from bed to laptop, one socially distanced walk per day, and online shopping.

That's when it hit me. I was saving money, I was forced to stay home,
and I had ultimate privacy. Time to let Katie out properly.

Over the next few days I explored many websites, measuring myself
carefully and making copious notes about potential outfits and accessories.

I explored wigs and settled on a high-quality shoulder-length blonde
one. I ordered a black cocktail dress and a calf-length floral summer
dress with sleeves. I added blouses in blue, yellow and pink, and a few
skirts of various types. Each purchase gave me a thrill as I pictured
myself in them.

I experienced a rush of excitement as I ordered underwear: bra and panty
sets in red, black and white, plus a couple of cute sports bras and boy
shorts.

Finally, the best bit: heels. These were the most expensive part of my purchase, but the one I had been looking forward to the most. After much deliberation and research, I opted for a pair of black shiny leather
four-inch heels with a rounded toe (pointed shoes were too aggressive, I decided). As an impulse buy, I added knee-high boots with heels, too.

The deliveries started arriving and I could barely contain my
excitement. I cleared out space in my wardrobe, chucking boy clothes in
an old suitcase to make space.

One night, in the shower, I spent ages carefully shaving my legs and
armpits. Thankfully I don't have any chest hair. I moisturised at
length, enjoying the smoothness of my skin - and immediately found
myself aroused in a way I hadn't before.

Once my wardrobe was full, I set aside an evening with an old digital
camera and took dozens of pictures of myself in different outfits and combinations. I experimented with different poses, accentuating my legs
and butt particularly.

I practiced swaying my hips slightly as I walked. I practiced standing straighter and more relaxed, and found it so much easier to do so in my
new clothes.

I must have spent ages lying on the sofa in my cocktail dress, stroking
my legs in my new tights. Katie was here to stay.

The feeling of tottering around my flat in the new heels while flicking
my long hair and curtsying to the mirror was one I'll never forget.

"Hi, my name's Katie, nice to meet you!" I said out loud to my
reflection, smiling coyly (as best I could). My voice seemed
automatically lighter and less masculine.

My face needed work - makeup was the next big step - but for now I felt
elated. I lifted off the dress and admired my underwear. That bulge
needed to be taken care of...

I cosied up on my bed, still wearing my black bra and panties, stockings
and heels. I spread my legs apart and l looked down at my cock straining
at the elastic of my panties.

My legs and feet looked gorgeous - I shivered with excitement as I
touched myself through the cotton and grinned as I relished the idea
that these were my clothes. Katie's clothes.

Slowly I stroked myself through the panties and gradually increased the
speed. As I got closer to climax I arched my back and moaned, and
reached under the cotton to grab my erection.

I tugged harder and harder, and then came, spurting cum up my stomach
and chest. I shuddered and collapsed on to the bed, lazily scooping some
cum up with my finger and tasting it.

I fell asleep, contented. The next day, I awoke and showered, shaving my
legs completely and dressing in a grey pencil skirt and blue blouse. My
long blonde hair fell easily around my face.

I, Katie Lynette, was ready for the day.

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