“Ok. Sounds good,” You tell her, typing away, using the search function to find her profile in the app. As you do, he laughter begins to slow a little, curious (and a tad worried) as to what you are doing.
“Found you,” you say once you find ‘Addilyn Bauer’ in the app’s database, a hint of excitement in your voice.
You pull up her profile and inspect her full list attributes; some are numbers like IQ, and some are simple designations like hair color or religion. Like you suspected, she's mostly average mentally and physically, but her upbeat personality and curvaceous body shape stand out as her defining traits.
"Wait...what are you doing?" She asks, a bit of worry detectable, finally having enough motivation to speak out.
“Just watch...” you reply, making sure to turn on the ALTER REALITY and NOTICE CHANGES functions (so she is aware of how you alter her but the alterations matter).
Inspecting the list of attributes, you don’t want to make an inconsequential change. You want her to see how powerful this thing is but also not fuck her up. It needs to be a key aspect of her life. You head to the command bar to type the perfect idea in your mind:
/SUBJECT has been a cheerleader since she was little, and is our school’s cheer captain/
After pressing ENTER, Addilyn’s clothes become your school’s cheer uniform, complete with prom-poms, a headband, and sneakers. You notice her hair grow longer and wavier, and you can see some makeup splashed on her face. She shrieks upon noticing what happened to her, but seems a bit disoriented, too, appearing a bit out of sorts with her eyes darting around rapidly.
“Hey! Why am I...why am I in a cheer outfit?” She asks, scared. “And why d-do I remember cheering for s-some reason? I n-never did sports!”
“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 at the news. “But how come I k-know that this isn’t how it’s always been? Why don’t I think like I’ve always b-been one?”
“Simple: I made you notice the change,” you answer. “But notice it or not, you’re a cheerleader! Your entire life is now different because of it.”
She seems to understand now, soaking in just how different reality is. “I-I believe you now I swear! I remember... this entirely new life and I can barely really remember my old one! God, why do I know all of these cheer routines and terms?” She frets aloud. “My memories are so fucked up...like, can you change me back, please? I d-don’t wanna be a cheerleader!”
She offers you a flirtatious smile to try garner some pity.