Wavy Light-Green Hair → Royal Pink Hair

I really must be going mad. I see visions, too strange and visceral to come from my own imagination outside the realms of dreams.

An empty nothing, as far as I can see. My body and form warping and twisting at the whims of an unseen actor, as it takes my thoughts and my desires and usurps them, for its own ends. As we---

---part in a moment of benediction. I see now a complete stranger, and yet know it is myself. Adorned with feathered wings, absurdly curvaceous form, and a salacious smile, but bereft of dark intent. I feel something there's a tickle of warmth, as if I've been pat upon the head and --

I see myself, in this cursed mirror in my hands. The same...? blue and white dress. The same royal pink hair as my family. No strange appendages, no unwanted desires, just... just me. Startled and desperately wishing my heart would beat.

What... what was... what was I panicking about? Whatever it was, I feel it's passed. Only the anxiety remains, and that also fades, dulled by the frozen time.

(princess' sister, royal pink hair, corset, princess' dress, surprised expression, medium breasts, tiara, stockings, modest skirt, standing in a castle bedroom)

[Phrases changed: 5 / 10. Current track: we're at 50% Princess' Sister, 50% baseline Cheryl.]

[AN: Idk how this turned into a vision quest for a moment. I guess I just wanted to break up the usual format a bit. Trying to steer Cheryl's thoughts to her hair felt off: probably because the matter of her station and social standing have already been resolved and she's not very vain? Seems about right.]