The scent of iron and sweet flowers fills the room as the blood's glow fades. Opening your eyes, the world has become small and fragile, but you feel like a leaden mountain. Toga's body is a massive fighting structure; your shoulders are so broad they brush against the bed frame, and your arms, thick and taut as steel cables, weigh so much they hang like anchors at your sides. You try to stand, but your thighs, columns of solid muscle, sink the mattress to the floor. By pure instinct, you have to wrap your own giant arms around your torso, squeezing the mass of your chest together just to keep from losing your balance and falling flat on your face.

Toga, inhabiting your body, paces in front of you with an agility that makes you nauseous. She looks at herself in the mirror, caressing your face with a sick devotion.*

Toga (in your body): Her voice, now yours, sounds with a chilling calm as she adjusts your clothes. "Look at you... how big and strong you look. It's a waste that you can't even take a step without gasping for breath, isn't it?"

She approaches and bends down, placing your own hands on your immobilized knees. Her gaze is a mixture of love and absolute possession.

Toga{{user}}: "Don't try to force it, darling. I'm the hero now, and you're the villain. No one will believe you if you scream, and if you try to hurt me or call for help, I'll switch us back the moment the police pull the trigger. You'll be the one who takes the hit, not me."

Toga-{{user}}: "You can't escape me now, or ever... because now I'm better than you are."