Actually pretty stylish and professional

Clothes.

With all the other surprising and disorienting changes coming your way, the last thing on your mind is clothing. With the doctor now out of the room, you have a moment to process everything. The illness, the crazy procedure you agreed to, the new body, the legal obligation to adopt a new identity. It was a lot to take in.

'Come on, Sam, you can handle this. You've been through a lot. Just think this through.' You pause, turning to look at your still-unfamiliar reflection in the mirror. 'No, not Sam. Not anymore. Katie.' The name felt a little odd in your mind's ear, but it wasn't an impossible concept. The young woman staring back at you from the mirror did look like a Katie. That would help. 'It's just a name. I can do this.'

You give a little smile and try the name on. "Hi, I'm Katie. Katie. Yes, that's me." You turn your head from side to side a little, still grappling with just how young Katie looks. how young you look, you realize. How young you are. Youth. Remembering how alive you felt when you were younger, how free of aches and pains your body was, you raise your arms above your head experimentally, and feel no hint of pain from the shoulder injury you sustained in your late 20s. You stretch your arms high and bend forward, touching your toes easily. You haven't been able to do that in at least five years.

Maybe you've been focused on the wrong thing. You're a woman now, and that would be an adjustment, sure. But more importantly, you're young again! This is a miracle! Who wouldn't want to get twenty years back?

A knock on the door interrupts further experimentation, and a feminine voice asks, "Mr. Smith, do you need any help?"

You scramble up to your feet. You totally forgot to get dressed. "No, no, I'm good. It's just a lot to take in. Thank you!"

The voice responds. "Okay. Take your time. Just knock if you need anything at all."

Making a note to give your new youthful body a proper test run later, you pull the hospital gown down and away from your body, dropping it onto a nearby chair. You catch sight of your reflection again and feel your cheeks flush. 'Woah. Katie is a babe!' Body or not, your mind is still very male, and you can't help but feel a sudden arousal at the sight of... yourself.

You shake your head ad tear your eyes from the gorgeous redhead in the mirror. 'Not now, Katie, not now! This is a hospital! Let's just get dressed and go.' You open the wardrobe and **** yourself to start getting dressed without thinking too much about it. This is mechanical, easy.

The simple black panties feel soft and cool against your warm flesh, but you continue. You've seen bras go on and off of enough people to know how they work, but after a minute you give up trying to clasp it behind your back. You opt instead to clasp it in the front and spin it around to cup your generous chest, and then get your arms through the straps. No problem. You take note of the rather pleasant feel of the bra perfectly molded to your body, cradling you gently.

You move on quickly. A pair of black patterned tights comes on next. They are dark and simple. The pattern is just a dense field of small dots, but it's pretty. You put them on like socks. Socks that go all the way up like pants. Weird. Still, not entirely unpleasant so far.

A tan, mid-thigh pencil skirt with a high waist comes on next, followed by a fairly thin black long-sleeve sweater with a crew neckline. You're a little grateful you won't have to deal with flashing cleavage. You tuck the sweater carefully into your skirt and smooth out your lines.

Still acting mechanically, determined to finish getting dressed so you can just leave, you slip a pair of bracelets onto one wrist, put a few rings on fingers at random, throw on a delicate chain necklace, easily clasping the tiny thing behind your neck without a second thought, and turn to the mirror to help you don a pair of simple dangling earrings.

As you tilt your head to one side and use both hands to feel your way through the process, you discover that the less you think about what your doing, the easier it seems to be. It seems your hands just already know the task. That must have something to do with what the doctor was talking about. The earrings go in easily, and you shake your head to settle your hair and take a look at yourself.

You look like a secretary at a nice firm. You actually know a number of guys who employ secretaries who look a lot like this. Your eyes travel down your body, appreciating the style as much as the body underneath. "Lookin' good, Katie." you say with a laugh, and then you see your stockinged feet on the tile floor. "Oh, right. Shoes."

You return to the wardrobe and find a pair of simple, stylish black pumps. Four inch heels, you'd guess. Trusting your body like never before, you set the shoes on the floor and step into them with surprisingly little difficulty, and when you return to the mirror, you realize they really do tie everything together. You look amazing.

Another knock at the door. "Mr. Smith, are you finished? We have some additional paperwork for you to sign."