Limited..

The sound of her fingers tapping away at the coffee table echoed through the living room. None of the options she'd gotten were any better than what she'd gotten previously. Agreeableness had once again shown it's nasty face, in addition another option which seemed to be extremely similar had made it's way in there. Submissiveness. One began to wonder, what kind of creep had made these options? It was as though they all carried some degree of sexual undertones.

It's the third day of your new life! Please select up to two non-overlapping traits from each of the subjects. All options are based off of your initial preferred options.

David Chestnut:
Submissiveness
Intelligence
Agreeableness
Class

Dung Phan:
Style
BM
Submissiveness
Language

BM was still a mystery to Minh. Submissiveness and agreeableness were almost completely out of the question as well. The consequences of her previous selections were too grave to ignore. If she became any more submissive and agreeable now, surely her boss would get her to agree to things she REALLY didn't want to do. Picking any of the two was basically synonymous with cheating on her husband at this point. This left her with only two options from her father. Intelligence and Class. She'd deduced previously that the estimated loss of IQ would be around 20. She hadn't taken a test since last time however, so that estimate was a very rough guess. She could feel her thoughts moving slower, some things felt out of reach entirely. As a previously proud member of mensa, at 137 IQ Minh believed to have fallen down to about 120. With another hit like that she'd lose any intellectual edge she possessed over the "common person". Surely a person like that would never have made it as far as her.

She'd come to a cross road. Even before looking at the options from her grandmother a life altering crisis had presented itself, now it'd become a question of values. Which did she value more, her career or marriage? The former Minh would probably have picked the career, but after a few rounds of changes already? The choice seemed infinitely harder. On one hand she figured that since this thing showed no signs of stopping any time soon she'd probably end up losing her job anyways. Her marriage could be held on to for longer though, and it'd probably by important for her sanity to have at least one anchor tethering her to reality. That anchor should probably be her husband, though completely unaware and unable to help her with the predicament, she could always ask him questions to better ease her into each reality shift.

With her mind mostly made up about her dad, she moved on to her grandmother
Submissiveness appeared once again, which basically locked her down to two of the three other options. Language could be dangerous, but also a perk. Either she'd learn Vietnamese in addition to her English, or it'd replace her English. BM was still an unknown, she'd prefer have at least some idea what the different options meant before picking. She would however pick it over submissiveness and agreeableness any day of the week. And if she did pick intelligence this time around she'd probably want to refrain from doing so again later, making BM climb another spot on the "potential scapegoats list". Style was a no-brainer. She'd picked it last time around and not noticed anything different.

The clock had already rounded one, meaning she'd spent the better part of an hour pondering her options. She could always head to bed and do it in the morning, but the thought of waking up to a changed world was slightly more comforting than reality rewriting itself around her.

"Alright, that seems to be the best course of action" She was in no way sure about her list, but it didn't matter. Something had to be selected and she was not keen on postponing any longer. Minh figured this was the least intrusive list of changes she could make.
With her options already selected, she went on into the bedroom and got undressed. Right as she laid her head on the pillow she hit submit, making sure that her eyes were closed until she fell asleep, barely able to resist the urge to look around to see if anything had actually changed yet.