"This disgusted woman wishes the interview was earlier."
It was the best that Teri could come up with under such short notice, but as she glanced up from her phone, she saw the result was as she wanted. With the reality changing effects only set to semi-personal, that meant that only she was mostly aware of the alteration.
"Any more early and you'd be too early," Mr. Forester said, stepping back out of the way of the doorway to let her inside. By setting the desire of herself to wishing the meeting being earlier, Teri'd apparently set the meeting to later thus making herself punctual.
Teri stepped into the foyer and felt a twinge of regret. The curtains were somewhat drawn, and she could already see the dining room table with candelabra and placemats and—Oh! I see, Teri reflected, Even though I changes his prominent desire that I 'dress' instead of 'fuck' how he wants... he still kind'a wants to fuck me, the slime.
Internally she screamed at herself for having let it get this far. It was a massive change to her life with Terry becoming Teri. Not in the present-day sense, but in all the ripple effects. Apparently she was a woman willing to degrade herself to get a job, and wasn't that sort of sexist against herself having been a man to resort to this?
Indeed, it was only when Mr. Forester took her thick coat and revealed her red sequined dress that her changing what he wanted her to wear was retroactive. Indeed, with semi-personal awareness, that meant she did now remember him gifting her the dress and her willingly putting it on.
"You seem distracted, Teri," said Mr. Forester. "I don't imagine this is your first time in an employer's home." He smiled.
She stared at him for almost a moment too long. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? she wondered, though quickly searched her memories. No, she wasn't a slut. She'd remember that. She'd just fallen on hard times, and so, yes, even for this version of herself, this whole thing was a first.
"Might I ask... where's your lavatory?" That might have been the first time she used that word. "I just... I need to freshen up."
Mr. Forester grinned. Perfect, in this reality. She was a little bit nervous. He liked that. Lifting his arm, he motioned up the nearby hallway opposite the kitchen. "Second door on your left... just before the master bedroom."
Of course. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Thank you," she smiled and gave a short nod before turning to head that direction.
Closing the door behind her, she also locked it. Staring into the mirror, Teri did some soul-searching. OK, she thought, making sure not to speak in case the walls or door were thin, What're your options?
Putting her hands together in front of her plump lips, she contemplated some options:
I could walk out, try to turn my life around some other way. I could just hit refresh on myself in the app until I could write in a job I'd want and be good at. Maybe that would work?
Maybe I should give myself a dick again? Would I still be perfect? Oh! I could give him a vagina, she realized. I mean, I am comfortable being a woman, but is that how I want to loose my virginity? Maybe sex with him wouldn't be so bad if I reversed our roles...
Maybe if I made him more submissive? Maybe if I just made him a woman? she grumbled. This is why having all this power is empowering and useless! Terri was angry. She looked at her phone. All this to say, I'm at the mercy of whatever sentences I get. She sighed. At least I can select the target.
And with that, Teri generated a sentence for herself. Currently the reality changes were set to semi-personal which clearly meant all of reality changed and her new memories were more additive rather than destructive. But if she set it to personal by itself, then reality would change and she wouldn't have any changes to her mind at all. Maybe she wanted that? Would that let her think more clearly?
Looking down at the sentence on the app, it read: "This beautiful woman of Foster's desire is undecided in a course of action while standing in his bathroom."
Thanks, app, she sighed. Though, you're not wrong.