Sure, why not?

"Hm, why not?"

Why not indeed! What could possibly go wrong?
You hated your boss as well, and Leah as a full-fledged dominatrix, punishing her mother, that could be quite a sight.

"I will grant you your deepest desires. I will make your dream come true!"

"Oh god, thank you Jakob, thank you!"

'Oh god'. You liked that sound. You are a god, and you could do anything, couldn't you?
You focus on Leah, on her thoughts, on her dream, on her deepest desires.
On her idea of turning into and becoming a dominatrix.

• You recalled the image of Leah's naked body from when you vanished her clothes, and reformed the reality, so that she liked to present it proudly and without shame.
• You made her wear black knee-high heeled plateau boots, to offset the fact that Leah wasn't very tall.
• Her crotch would be covered with a huge and thick black strapon, like the one in her dreams.
• She would stand proudly and aggressively, with her hands pressed into her thin waist.
• Her black bra would be pulled down below her ample and bewitching breasts, which you improved to stand firm even without proper support.
• Her face framed by her long hair, that reached down almost to her waist, as her green eyes pierced right into her victim's souls.
• You would give her a massive boost in confidence and take away all her inhibitions, so that she could give into all of her darkest desires.
• You would give her a feeling of total superiority, and that she would do anything to pursue her own pleasure, taking away the limitations of her good girl attitude.
• The more she humiliated and dominated other people, the more aroused she would become. She should even be able to reach orgasm just from punishing other people.
• You would give her an aura of sexiness and intimidation, that nobody would be able to resist, especially not her mother.
• You would give her voice a compelling tone, that would **** anyone to obey her orders.
• You also made sure that everyone, including Leah, would remember the old reality. You didn't want to take away the fun and spoil the surprise.

You focus on bringing all these changes together, and on bending the reality to your will, and without delay you can see how Leah's clothes start to vanish. First her white blouse and her skirt, then her white lace bra and panties. And for the briefest moment in time she is completely naked again, before your thoughts spill over and form the new reality.

There indeed seems to be no limit to your godly powers.
And Leah the dominatrix is born: