Edward, despite himself, could not stop looking at his hands or his legs. There was something about them. Maybe because he could move them and see them easily, maybe it was due to the the manicured nails or feminine boots, but see these made his new situation very real to him. Somehow, these were more striking to him than having breasts or a vagina. He didn't know why that should be the case, only that it was. It somehow solidified what he already knew, that he was a woman now, and a cute and feminine one at that.