“Roger that,” You sat, using the search function of the app to find her profile. As you do, he laughter starts to slow, curious (and worried) as to what you are doing.
“Found you,” you exclaim once you locate ‘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 age, and some are simple designations like hair color, sexual orientation, or personality traits.
"Wait...what are y-you doing?" She asks, finally having enough motivation to speak out.
“You’ll figure it out,” you reply. Not excited with what you see as options, decide to go straight to the command bar, where you could just type your inputs in instead of adjusting different attributes. The perfect idea then comes to you:
/SUBJECT is the most popular girl in school/
Before you pull the trigger, you ensure she will notice the change, and that reality will shift to accommodate her being so popular. You also make it so the changes won’t impact you. Once you’re ready, you press ENTER, causing a brief flash of light to temporarily blind you for just a second. When it subsides, you and Addilyn are standing in a different house, and she appears…totally different.
“Ah! What the hell happened!?” She screams, shocked at her new look. Her face is now doted with heavy eyeliner and bright red lipstick, and that blonde hair of hers is dyed platinum blonde and is several inches longer. Her relatively basic but revealing outfit has been swapped out for something more eye-catching: now, she’s donning a midriff-revealing gray sweater with a leather jacket on top, with a tight pair of dark blue jean shorts worn over tight black leggings. The cherry on top is that her heels are now several inches taller, with white stocking contrasting nicely with her still-black footwear. She looks way, way sexier in this getup, and her improved aesthetic must be an extension of making her popular.
“I made you a popular girl…the most popular girl, in fact,” you inform her.
For a moment, she seems confused, but then her eyes open wide, and this look of sudden, horrified understanding takes over her face.
“Oh! Oh f-fuck, you’re right…” she groans, clutching her temple. “I-I have these memories of b-being…popular! And, like, everything is d-different now… my friends, my look, my b-boyfriend…even my fucking house! It’s like I know two different lives!”
“So you believe me?”
“Yes! Of course I fucking do! This is so…freakin’ weird! Like holy shit this is messed up!”
“Well, do you like it?” You ask her, feeling your dick stiffen the longer you look at her.
“You’re nuts. But do I like it? Well, um, yah, this is pretty cool,” she admits, striking a bit of a pose. “But maybe that’s my popular personality talking. I k-kinda just want things to go back the way they were. I liked my old life..”