Meanwhile, David is determined to have breakfast.

He's still wondering what Jane is trying to do in the bathroom.

He's having milk and cereals, and there’s a cup ready for his friend too.

She’d better appreciate it: he didn’t have much time the night before to notice how much shorter he is now. So much that he now has to stand on his tiptoes even to grab staff from the top shelf.

He can't even touch the floor with his heels while he's sitting on the usual stool.

He brings the spoon to his mouth, it feels bigger than usual. What's odd, anyway, is that he's not feeling the usual taste: the cereals still taste good, but they’re just… different. Is it because he now has Jane's tongue, or because they’ve swapped a few brain parts as well?

He hopes it's just the former, otherwise he'll have a hard time holding Jane to jump on him: his brain definitely likes the body he’s currently living in. That could explain why she's acting so weird around him, and why he's not feeling the same for her anymore: he still cares for her, but he doesn't find her so attractive anymore.

He looks at his hands. They're perfect, and sweet. He loves when Jane paints her nails red.

David feels his smooth forearms, wondering how soft and scented her hair are. At this very moment, he feels so close to her.

He gets up, trying not to stumble: he's still off balance, and even walking doesn't seem so easy anymore.

He reaches the living room mirror, and he stares into his own reflection for what looks like an eternity.

_ _ _ _ _

In the meantime, Jane is in the bathroom. She lowers her underwear and the bottom part of her pajamas.

She watches herself in the mirror: it's like seeing a handsome version of her best friend.

She recalls that the sink used to touch her hips. Now it's even lower than the upper halves of her thighs. Everything looks so different from this angle. Even lights and shadows are not the same anymore. And she likes it. No, she LOVES it: it makes her feel so confident!

Jane feels less shy than before. From this perspective, even if it's just for a few days, it seems like nothing could hurt her.

Her brand new penis is so eager it almost jumps out of her underwear.

Has it always been like this? She's seen David's penis for the first time the last night, and the thought to ask Alice to make David’s member bigger hadn’t even crossed her mind. It's not small, but it's not huge either, with a slight curve to it.

She slowly moves her hand on it, starting to massage it. She refuses to feel bad: David has given her his permission.

Jane can’t wait to feel what men feel: what a lucky woman.

In the beginning, it's just weird. Until she starts to get the hang of it.

Memories from 24 years spent in a fit petite body come back to her mind, intensifying the pace of the rhythmic movements of her hand. The image of her old vagina is so powerful: she recalls the juice coming from it, when she used to slide her fingers inside out.

Thinking that an improved version of her beautiful body is sitting in the next room… she could lie on David’s soft chest, stroking his sweet cheeks…

Then, she comes.