Add: Remembers Previous Timeline's Changes

I can already feel my mind slipping - memories of my 'modest' skirt and the average derriere it once protected fading away beneath a tide of my pride regarding my most notable feature. I don't miss them, of course, but it'll be hard to master this phenomenon if I can barely recall what's even changed to begin with so... It's not exactly my specialty to focus, but perhaps if I treat it something like edging?

'Remember.' I need to 'Remember the Previous Timeline.' My 'Changes—'

Time spools and shifts through my memories. Seven different iterations of Cheryl stack and layer themselves over one another to stand at this one point in time, in a bedroom that itself has changed six times over. Panic that became outrage, then indigance which cured into loyal concern and - finally - confidence as my self-image was twisted around the concept of self-objectification and bedroom dominance at the Princess' behest.

I don't 'turn back' into that hapless maid. That's perhaps for the better, she'd likely be utterly mortified and then we'd get absolutely nothing productive done. Things were close - I nearly turned from a close confidant into a viper at her highness' back - but somehow I've managed to claw my way back into metastability.

Alright.

This device is indeed reading my mind, but not so simply. It's picky and choosey; fussy like a self-important nobleman who thinks my service is his pleasure rather than her highness' generosity. When I lack focus, it tends to change me - rather, to transpose me over a 'new' me - in wild and often perverse ways. With focus, I can shape my own destiny.

...But perhaps the best thing to do would be to find out how to stop. At the moment, it seems like it's operating off of some kind of desire for saturation. I feel like maybe there'd be a way out if I were using it properly but... well. The maid Cheryl had no idea what she's doing, and now I must live with the consequences.

Then, I must paint over myself to escape its grip. Thankfully, I'm no longer that timid, easily intimidated girl.

Where to start? I feel there are four or five more concepts keeping me pinned here. Yet, perhaps if I focus hard enough, it will recognize my desire to escape...

(composed court sex-witch, dominatrix, wavy light-green hair, apron, loyal witch's attire, intrigued confident sultry smirk, medium breasts, hairband, stockings, tight skirt covering enormous dumptruck, remembers previous timeline's changes, standing in a castle bedroom)