Add: 'possessed by viewer'

Despite my rapidly-acquired disdain for Lilian, Cheryl's ominous warnings was still in my mind. How that maid knew about the phone and its capabilities, I have no clue. While she didn't look the part, I knew that she was more than capable of twisting me into a pretzel. A possible side effect of my changes to this world and the situation the kingdom is in, with the lack of able-bodied men to maintain military strength. I could still feel phantom pains from where that green-haired maid squeezed a bit too hard. No doubt Cheryl is not only physically strong, but fast enough to stop me from drawing my phone out should it come to that.

Still, some petty part of me really wanted to ruin this soulless blonde in front of me, threat or no threat from the maid. The potential new keyphrase still sat in the text box, ready to be implemented at a press of a button. I hadn't hesitated to type it in, before I remembered Cheryl's warning. It was something I remembered before I ended up here, back on Earth - the porn I consumed sometimes involved girls getting possessed and doing things they normally wouldn't do.

More often than not, some of them were people getting back at girls that treated them badly. I couldn't think of any perfect way to humiliate - nay, ruin - Lilian than to make her do things she wouldn't do. After all, if she wanted to denigrate the fine hard-working women of this castle (and especially the princess and queen), then it was more than fair to turn her into one of those supposed "disgraceful broodmares"

Putting the maid's intimidating warning aside, I input the addition and-

Something-

-didn't feel right.

I... I'm not sure what happened. I could see - myself? Amber red eyes stared back at... me? Or was it Lilian? I can't... I know that I'm James but I also know that the woman in front of me is also... me. I still have my phone in my hands - at least, I think they're my hands. I can't make them out, my mind blanks trying to describe the limbs holding the phone, but I could feel the weight of the phone so I haven't been wiped out of existence or something. Regardless... there was a waging war of dichotomy in my mind as parts of me clashed against each other.

I let out a hiss as a headache hit my - or was it Lilian's, or not? - head, the sound decidedly not masculine anymore. I... my Lilian self doesn't know how to feel about this. If anything, my Lilian self is alarmed and concerned, the warning from Cheryl in the forefront of my, her, ugh, their mind. My James self could care less, already loathing our, my, um, her body thanks to a less than stellar first impression.

Shaking my head, I take a closer look at what had changed, the woman in front of my effectively my - our? - reflection for the time being. Other than my eyes turning a shade of red amber, undoubtedly representing my James self's possession of Lilian's body and mind, the necklace looks to be now tinted in a reddish tone of gold. Everything else... still looks as they did before the change.

(noblewoman, direct angle, austere blonde hair, stuck-up and arrogant, slender elegant build, wry and callous grin, standing straight, arms crossed, ostentatious and wealthy apparel, posh castle bedroom, possessed by viewer)

[AN: Hi, just making a story branch off of Ai-R's stuff. Don't mind me, I'm just experimenting with stuff via civitai.com though I might try and use openart.ai should civitai give me trouble. In particular, using the img2img workflow, the models can't seem to drastically change the base image subject's pose - I can do things like adjust face stuff like smiling or eye colors, but trying to do things like make them hold a smartphone or even change body features like the chest rarely stick. We'll see what happens as I can try to continue on this storyline of mine.]