Jane can't risk letting this momentum pass.

But Jane can't risk it. She's having so much fun. Her stronger-than-ever legs make her feel so much more confident. She's already taller.

"It will be over soon, don't worry: raise your nice hands". But David, this time, is not listening to her. She tries to move his arms, but she's still too weak to win his greater strength.

"Being so weak it's annoying... ok, this time I'll go first” the petite woman puts David’s shirt on.

Her whole chest and waist expand. Her arms lengthen, while gaining a lot of muscles, his muscles. Finally, she feels so powerful.

They have the same strength now, but he's lost in his thoughts, while Jane knows exactly what to do.

She doesn't want to **** him, she just wants to finish what they started.

That's what she says to herself while raising David's hands, forcing her small shirt on him.

"Why... wait... stop...” he pleads.

And she actually stops. She lowers her head, the only thing that remains of her beautiful body, to look up into his frightened eyes "David, my dearest friend, I don't want to **** you... but it's just for a little while, then you'll come back to normal. Take this as a great opportunity, to watch the world from another perspective. Please, put this shirt on. It's easy. You've already gone through the worst parts" Jane gives him an encouraging smile.

She takes his lips next to his face, and she kisses his beard.

His final answer is "I’m doing this for you".

A few more seconds pass, and, from the neck down, he's all Jane.

"Look at me, David" Jane shouts, helping him with her now hairy, big, and strong hand.

It's so strange to feel their skin touching, when David’s delicate shell is at this point much more delicate than his crush’s rough one.

David can immediately perceive he’s not the stronger one anymore.