You admire your visage in the mirror. You can still see your old self staring back at you from behind the insectoid exterior you've crafted for yourself. Now, it's time to make the alien changes that will make you just like the character you had created.
"This hermaphrodite hybrid fantasizes about the power to change her own DNA and her progeny."
You have an orgasm as you change the word "the" to "her".
All at once you experience a litany of changes as your entire reproductive system is altered as organs shift and new ones grow to accommodate her new power. You are overwhelmed by the information of your own DNA and the structure of your body. You notice hundreds of little changes that need to be seen to. Small inaccuracies, tendencies towards certain diseases, and even fuck-ups from the changes you've made with the app. Your blood oxygen content is horrendous due to the changes to your blood, if you ever wanted to run without being winded you'd need to change that.
However, not yet. You had a few more changes with the app to go before you "molted". You would need time to change your DNA and body structure and a lot of energy and food. You'd need to prepare.
"This hermaphrodite hybrid is aroused at the idea of becoming the queen of a hivemind race of her making."
You change the word "becoming" to "being" and hit enter.
Your brain explodes in a kaleidoscope of sensations as new ganglia form along your spine creating sub-brains that will help you communicate and command your brood subconsciously. New instincts flare as you find yourself driven to hide away from the world and create guards to protect you, workers to build you a hive, and even soldiers to create your own domain.
But not yet. You're to weak you realize, what kind of queen would you be if you can't defend yourself. You scan yourself again.
"This Insectoid Queen is disappointed in her weak chitin."
You change "weak" to "impervious" and you watch as your chitinous skin weaves back together. It closes up the vibrant blue sections, though it does leave your more articulated sections with a tint of blue, and becomes more skin-like as well as becoming more lustrous almost like metal. Still not done you reload again.
"This Insectoid Queen appraises her toned physique."
You change toned to muscular and feel as power enters your being. Muscles swell as your arms, legs, and midsection gain definition. You are nowhere near a bodybuilder, but you are definitely stronger than before.
"This Insectoid Queen isn't satisfied with her height of 5'6"."
You can't be small if you're a queen, especially since insect queens must be larger than their drones. You change 5'6" to 8" and you watch as your body stretches to that height and swells to keep its perfect proportions.
Perfect.
You're perfect.
You exit the bathroom, the door of which has altered to match your now massive height, and come back to the sleeping form of Consuela.