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You make her a cheerleader


“Sounds good,” You say, typing away, using the search function to find 'Addilyn Bauer.'

Her laughter begins to slow a little, curious (and a tad worried) as to what you are doing.

You pull up her profile and inspect her full list attributes; some are numbers like IQ, and some are simple designations like hair color. Like you suspected, she's mostly average mentally and physically, but her upbeat personality and curvaceous body shape stand out.

"Wait...what are you doing?" She asks, a bit of worry in her voice, finally having enough motivation to speak.

“Trust me, nothing at all,” you say. You also make sure to turn on the ALTER REALITY and NOTICE CHANGES functions (so she is aware of how you alter her but the alterations matter). “Just sit tight.”

Inspecting the list of attributes, you don’t want to make an inconsequential change. You want her to see how powerful this thing is. You head to the command bar instead, the perfect idea in mind:

/Addilyn has cheered since she was little, and is our school’s cheer captain/

Suddenly, Addilyn’s clothes become your school’s cheer uniform, complete with prom-poms. You notice her hair grow longer and wavier, and you can see some makeup on her face. She shrieks upon noticing what happened to her, but seems a bit disoriented, too

“Hey! Why am I in a cheer outfit?” She asks, scared. “And why...do I remember cheering...for some reason?”

“Addilyn, this is the power of the app!” You say with glee. “Reality has changed; you, Addilyn Bauer, are our school’s cheer captain, and you have been a cheerleader almost your entire life!”

She clutches her temple. “But... how come I know that this isn’t how it’s always been? Why don’t I think like a cheerleader?”

“Simple: I made you notice the change. But notice it or not, you’re a cheerleader! Your entire life is now different because of it.”

She seems to understand now. “Oh wow...I-I believe you now, I swear! I remember this entirely new life and I can’t really remember my old one; God, why do I know all of these cheer routines and terms? My memories are so fucked up...like, can you change me back, please? I don’t wanna be a cheerleader...”

What do you do?