Wavy Light-Green hair → Cthulhu Tentacle Hair

The friction caused by my influence and change upon 'my' body is somewhat... I search 'my' memories. Yes, I suppose 'annoying' is sufficient. It is somewhat annoying. 'My' body is superior to its original, human form, and yet - and yet - 'my' mind holds such anxiety and even self-loathing. Very well, perhaps if I make 'my' body better reflect my form, then 'I' will become more assured of my goodwill? Oh dear, another anxiety spike. Hush now: We will only improve.

With another perusal of memory and some... creative liberties, I replace 'Wavy Light-Green Hair' with 'Cthulhu Tentacle Hair,' ignoring the surely momentary distress from 'my' body's side of our consciousness. Quite noisy 'I' have been recently, when so 'quiet' I was before...

Ah, I digressed.

The change takes hold with some resistance, but nevertheless takes hold. 'My' hair turns a deep blue, and toward the ends it slowly but assuredly shifts from hair to the sort of tentacles my true form is often perceived to have by mortals such as 'myself.' As it does, the anxiety and fear of 'my' half of our consciousness reaches its peak and then - like an overdrawn string - abruptly snaps, leaving behind only a dull acceptance. A near lack of awareness, even.

I humph. Why is a mortal mind so fragile and unpredictable? Nevermind, it is easy enough to write appreciation into this empty space, so as to prevent the personality from completely shattering. Again.

Now...

(dark blue skin, maid possessed by an eldritch creature, cthulhu tentacle hair, apron, maid uniform, vampire fangs, medium breasts, hairband, stockings, modest skirt, floating in space)

[AN: I supposed that Mr/Ms. Non-Cthulhu here would have to be becoming somewhat impatient to make that sort of change. As for Cheryl's half of the equation, the more the being goes looking through her head the more aware she's been becoming, with a side of vampire minds being marginally less fragile than a normal human's.]