"I wish...Naomi was completely in my power!" Steve yelled.
Naomi in Steve's body stopped dead, a look of fear appearing on his face. It was clear that he was trying to move, but his feet were routed to the floor. He tried to open his mouth to speak, to reason with Steve, to try and get his old female body back, but he could not move any part of his body. The only thing he could change was his facial expressions.
It was clear that Steve, now for all intents and purposes Naomi, was drunk on the power. A glazed look of twisted delight appeared in place of the moderate uncertainty.
"Tell me who your master is," said Steve.
"You are my master," said Naomi.
"Come and kiss my foot," said Steve.
Steve's masculine body was taken down a notch as Naomi felt herself crawling along the floor and kissing Steve's feet. Naomi's feet. Whatever.
"Hmm, this is most interesting..." said Steve.