Amber tried first to defuse this situation without the use of the app. Thankfully she still had some residual knowledge about the egyptian gods. “I can't be Thoth. Obviously I am a woman.”
Isis gasped. “Oh no, forgive me my insolence. How could I mistake you for your father, oh great Seshat?”
Amber sighed, this led to nowhere. Another sentence on her phone didn't help much either.
“Isis believes Amber to be Seshat, the Egyptian goddess of writing, language, and knowledge."
“That’s nearly the same!” Seeing Isis flinch from her small outburst made her decide to calm down. It helped as she suddenly got an epiphany. Why didn't she just become the goddess Isis saw her as? She replaced ‘believes’ with ‘knows’. She hovered over the enter-button for a moment, ruminating what such a change would do to her, but decided to do it anyway.
The moment she did her head was assaulted by thousands of years of memories and knowledge flooding into her mind. The powers she wielded, the godly assignments she had fulfilled, the hundreds of lives she lived. Once it was done it took her several moments to gather her bearings, standing hunched over in the middle of the room while clutching her head, though those were nothing compared to her true age.
She was Amber, 26 year old, bisexual secretary at a gynecologist office, who accidentally downloaded the app and since then used it to fool-around and fuel her various fetishes.
She was Seshat, age-old egyptian goddess and daughter to Thoth, who has secretly lived countless lives hidden between the humans, Amber just being her most recent secret identity, while following her divine task of transcribing history.
Probably because as the user of the app she’s immune to reality shifts, but she could perfectly recall both lives. Amber wanted to play around with the app more and hopefully do it with the cute, little egyptian woman at some point. Seshat wanted to find out the origins of this app that could give a human godly powers and took pity on the young servant, who had been robbed of her life due to outdated traditions.
“Are you in good health, oh great Seshat?” Isis asked, concern apparent on her face.
“Yes, I’m fine.” Yeah, maybe she should focus on one matter at a time until she could fully sort out her mind. “I concede, Isis.” Amber/Seshat held out her hand, only for a long palm stem to appear in it. At the same time a headband with a seven-pointed emblem materialized around her head. Her normal clothes disappeared and were swiftly replaced. Though as a goddess that went with the times, instead of a pelt she now wore a skintight cheetah-patterned bodysuit (of course with a hole for her 50-feet penis). Those were the symbols of the egyptian goddess Seshat.
At seeing her goddess in her true form, Isis immediately bowed again. “This is not necessary,” Amber/Seshat told her. “You were right, I am the goddess Seshat. The reason I brought you, Isis, here into this modern time is…”