No

Ben lunged again for the remote, panic creeping in. But Lisa calmly stepped away and pointed it at herself—this time at her arms.

Click.

A wave of strength surged through her body. Her muscles tensed, subtly defined. She looked down at her biceps and grinned. “You always were stronger. Not anymore.”

Ben stared, stunned, unable to wrestle control from her.

“Lisa, this is crazy—”

Click. She targeted his chest.

Ben gasped as warmth flooded his skin. He looked down—and saw his chest slowly pushing outward, soft flesh swelling beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. His nipples stiffened, surrounded by new fullness.

“God… Lisa,” he breathed. “That feels…”

Lisa tilted her head, curious. “You like it.”

“No—I mean—it’s weird!”

She clicked again. His new breasts grew larger. Firmer. Perfect.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered, pressing close. “I’m making you perfect.”