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“I’m...I’m so confused...and a little scared,” she says quietly.
“Don’t worry! In fact, what is your dream job?”
“My d-dream job?” She asks, caught off guard. “Uh, a movie star. I always wanted to be an actress growing up, but...”
“But what?”
“My parents just told me it would be impossible. Money was tight when I was a kid and they said acting camp would be a waste of money so I just sort of...stopped dreaming about it...”
“Gotcha. Watch this!” You exclaim, typing into the command bar:
/SUBJECT had wealthy parents and religiously went to acting camps as a child/
In a flash of light, you and Vicky were no longer in her office. Instead, you two were in a living room of a mansion. Vicky was dressed like a movie starlet, with a fur coat, white dress, high heels, and a peal necklace. Her nails were now red perfectly manicured, her hair was longer and fuller, and she was wearing heavy eyeliner and dark red lipstick.
“Whuh...what happened?” She asks, completely confused. “What are these clothes? And why do I remember...r-remember-”
“Being a movie star? Because I made you one!” You shout with glee, looking at her changed profile. “I made your parents rich and had them send you to acting classes. You were such a natural that you getting to Hollywood was only a matter of time. This is your dream made a reality!
“Holy shit! I-I remember going to acting camps...being an actress...oh fuck...” she says in absolute awe, starting to smile. “I remember my old life but...now I remember this new one. I don’t know what to say! That app works!”