Looking Great

He couldn't help himself. Tuesday morning had come around, and while he had succeeded in wearing the closest thing to a masculine outfit the day before, the craving he had to show off his body was too great for him to resist. Not only was he thinking of his professors, his fellow students, even the strangers on the bus, but his lunch date with Doctor Morgan pushed him over the edge. He wanted to, he had to, dress sexy.

Red lace panties came first, sliding up his legs until the snugly held his behind, his penis tucked into the pouch in the front. Looking at his package, Tim paused to consider. Was his penis bigger, or was it just because of his body's new diminutive size that it looked bigger? It was hard to tell, but encased in red lace, he couldn't help but smile at it. Maybe if he was lucky, he'd get the chance to show off these panties at some point that day, either to his favourite professor, or to his girlfriend after dinner later in the evening.

Tim had never worn a leather skirt before. In fact, he'd never worn a leather anything, except perhaps shoes. It wasn't as he imagined. In Tim's mind, a person wearing a leather skirt would have the leather material against their skin all day, feeling sticky and uncomfortable. Instead he found that the skirt he selected had a red satin lining, smooth and soft to the touch. As he pulled it up, it felt right, not only because the material against his skin was soothing, but because the hemline was well above his knee, showing a dramatic amount of leg.

A red and black plaid button-up shirt followed. Tim really wanted those buttons. Having the option to open a button while someone watched would give Tim the flirty buzz he desired, and the shirt he found would be perfect for that. It fit perfectly, as did all his clothes, leaving the top two buttons open while tied in the front at the bottom. Admiring himself in the mirror in the closet, Tim knew he was on the right track. He just needed one more thing.

Well, two more things.

Boots.

Added to the list of firsts for the day were the pair of black knee-high boots that he pulled up his legs. They felt more like leggings, or what Tim imagined leggings would feel like, than footwear, with the exception of his feet. There was no way around the feeling of the stiletto heels on the boots. They must have been about four inches high! In his old body, Tim would have towered over the world, but in his new one he found himself still shorter than he had been. That morning, though, he didn't care that much about the loss of height. He cared about falling on his ass and breaking an ankle.

Oh, he was going to wear those boots, and he was going to look amazing in them, but he needed to practice.

Being an early riser, Tim had given himself plenty of time that morning to get ready, time that he spent walking, pacing, strutting in his boots. He watched a couple Youtube tutorials, just so that he would have the right strategy, but soon he was able to move around without steadying himself on the wall. Would he be able to run around the block in the heels? No way. But would he be able to get around without killing himself? Absolutely.

The time he spent on his walking was time that he would have normally spent on eating. Had his car not been wrecked, he could have made up the time, but since he was still stuck on public transit, he would have to skip the meal, maybe just grabbing a piece of fruit. It wouldn't be the first time in his university career that he skipped eating to keep a schedule, and he was sure it wouldn't be his last. Besides, there was no way that he would be able to skimp on makeup time. That was non-negotiable.

If the old Tim, the Tim from just days prior, had seen him leave the house that morning, designer backpack on one shoulders, dressed and made up to look like a woman, he would have thought he looked absurd. Deep in his heart, though, Tim knew things had changed. He didn't look absurd at all. Tim looked amazing. For the first time in his life, women would look at him and swoon. He would be the centre of attention, for all the reasons that he wanted.

And he loved it.