She had changed her appearance a little, but was anxious to change too much worrying that it would somehow look weird. She had traded some fat for muscle and while she was at it gave her hair a make-over. When personality, traits, and skills came up, she started clicking like a Morse transmitter. Gregarious, witty, energetic, an affinity to animals, Arch-Enchantress-Level Make-up Appliance skills, all that she needed to know for school for the next five years, fluency in every language known to man and the ability to scratch the middle of her back with her own arm, as she hated that itch so very very much.
Her pointer hovered over the sync button, checking to see if there was more she wanted to change.
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