Wavy Light-Green Hair ---> Long Straight Purple Shiny Hair

I muse and fantasize about the possibilities of harnessing the mirror, or at least the fallout from tricking the 'princess' whose whoring got me into this wretched state to begin with, when the world shifts and my thoughts skip in place again--

-I'm not sure what happened. It would be just my luck if this cursed tool is defective.

There's no sense in dwelling on it, although I've little else to do but daydream, plot, and admire my reflection in the mirror... and even I'm not so vain as to consider this last a hobby although... something seems off about it. Was my hair always so long? Why wouldn't it be? Wasn't it supposed to be... some other color? Red, perhaps? Nonsense thoughts. I've clearly been standing here too long... how long has it been, anyway?

At this rate I might just cry of relief when I'm freed. Cheh. How pathetic am I?

Deep - imaginary - breaths Cheryl: You'll be free soon. Definitely. Surely...

(dominatrix, long straight shiny purple hair, apron, loyal witch's attire, evil expression, medium breasts, hairband, stockings, modest skirt, standing in a castle bedroom)