This is the moment few women admit to, but many experience. That strange surge of erotic cruelty, not born of malice, but of sudden power. His smallness doesn’t turn you off. It turns you on—because now you have the upper hand. You’re the one with the standard. He’s the one who’ll have to chase it. This isn’t pity. It’s opportunity. And if you know how to play it, you can turn that first awkward night into a long, slow ritual of reshaping him.