“I don’t know Addilyn,” you say to her. “Honestly, I like you like this better.”
“Um, excuse me?” she asks, incensed. “I thought you were my friend! What do you have, some sort of God complex fetish? Go mess with someone else! Just leave me alo-”
/SUBJECT loves and greatly appreciates the changes USER made to her reality/
“-oh my, what was I saying?” She asks playfully, letting out a little giggle.
“You were saying how much you appreciated what I did for you,” you remind her.
“Oh yeah!” She squeals. “I love being so popular, my life seems way better! Plus, you made me, like, so hot! This is awesome!”
“Anything for a friend,” you say, lightly stroking your cock (she doesn’t seem to mind). “I think I’ll see myself out then, and let you enjoy your new-”
“Wait!” She shouts, stopping you. “Before you go…could you give me my new self’s personality? Y’know, so I act popular? Don’t worry, we’ll totally still be best friends and I’ll get you into parties and hook you up with my hot friends.”
“Why of course!” You exclaim. Heading back into her profile, you make the change:
/SUBJECT has PERSONALITY of her current reality’s self/
Clicking ENTER again, she blinks a few times before flashing a smug smile and pulling on the edges of her jacket.
“Are you alright, Addilyn?” You ask.
“It’s Addi, thank you very much,” she says, shocking you; she hated that nickname before. “Oh I feel, like, sooooo fucking good. I can’t believe I used to be such a loser.”
“Glad I fixed that for you,” you say, heading out the door. “I’ll see you around…Addi.”
“I’ll, like, give you a call soon…when I’m not with my boyfriend, of course.”
If you didn’t intentionally keep yourself in the friend zone out of respect for your friend, that would hurt. Robbing her of her free will is good enough for one day with her.