Liz walked back to her new house. She was still angry but looked over the memories she now had. She was quite a slut. She thought of the guys she had been with, and thought of the other problems she now had to deal with. A sharp pain brought her attention to her shoulder, she probed her skin feeling the remnants of a particularly harsh bruise.
A memory came back to her of Sam Gennell, a particularly rough drug pusher. Who accepted payments in the form of sex. Now anger flaired up in Liz, she didn't have to take that shit anymore...'wait, wait' she thought. Part of Liz's personality was infecting her mind. She wasn't that person anymore. Time to change into someone totally new...