Steven decided to go further, and time seemed to slow down as he surveyed Liz's every movement down the aisle. He concentrated on her clothing, her red, company sweatshirt was the same as his, just a size smaller, but she had on a pair of navy-colored tracksuit bottoms, a pair of well worn sneakers, and a pair of pink socks with a yellow stripe around the top of each, which he had caught a glimpse of earlier.
"Not exactly supermodel clothing" Steven tutted, shaking his head, but nonetheless, he went through with what he had in mind. As quick thought later and he was wearing Liz's tracksuit bottoms, modified again to fit his now shorter frame. His steel toe-capped safety boots then morphed into Liz's sneakers, and his grey hiking socks followed suit, turning into Liz's girly ones.
Steven got a raging hard on when he looked down at the clothes he now wore on his lower half. But he wasn't through yet, he focused again and he almost giggled when he felt his boxer shorts morphing into Liz's knickers.
"Liz was right, these things do ride up your ass" Steven laughed, as he adjusted his new, tight-fitting underwear.
His company sweatshirt even changed from a medium to a small size, not that he noticed that unconscious alteration to his wardrobe. Steven now looked at Liz, who was wearing all of his clothes, plus her own bra of course, which was restraining her large tits.
Much to Steven's enjoyment, Liz continued acting quite 'macho' in front of Natalie, lifting up several more heavy boxes and literally throwing them onto the cage nearby. He just assumed that a generous amount of his testosterone had 'seeped' into Liz when he switched their physical strengths, which meant of course that he had received an estrogen boost in return.
Steven was fascinated, and he was mezmerised by Liz's every move, even more than he was before. His throbbing, erect cock was rubbing against the inside of Liz's (his) knickers as he wondered whether to go yet another step further.