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“The lamp! It’s rejecting this reality!”
Little does Brianna know that her hair is up in pigtails.
“What lamp?”
“The lamp in your h-h-hand...”
Brianna goes silent as her clothes become sluttier. Mentally, she becomes an unruly slut. She loses memory of that lamp debacle and her past life. She only knows being the annoying daughter of you, her drill-sergeant mother.
“Oh sit down her Brianna!” You say.
Brianna was right; the lamp couldn’t deal with people remembering other realities, so they changed your personas.