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Pojo exhaled a smirk of satisfaction, relishing the sweet taste of power as she whispered, "This is true power, time for my next victim...ASH!"
With a snap of her fingers, the very fabric of reality rippled, echoing her command across dimensions. In one universe, nestled among countless others, something peculiar unfolded.
Ash stirred from slumber, disoriented and weary. Confusion clouded their senses as they took in their surroundings. Yet, it wasn't the disarray of their room that caught Ash's attention; it was the presence of something entirely unexpected—long, flowing hair cascading beside them.
Heart pounding, Ash stumbled to the wardrobe, a beacon of normalcy in a world suddenly turned askew. But as the door swung open, their breath caught in their throat. Rows of dresses and skirts greeted them, a stark departure from the familiar array of shirts and jeans.
"No, no, no," Ash muttered, the words escaping in a frantic whisper. "What happened?"
A knock at the door shattered the silence, and Ash hesitantly turned the knob, unsure of what awaited on the other side.
"Hey, Serena," Ash greeted, attempting to maintain composure despite the whirlwind of confusion raging within.
"Hey, Ashley," Serena responded with a warm smile, oblivious to the storm brewing in Ash's mind.
Ashley? The name echoed in Ash's thoughts, foreign yet strangely familiar.
"That is your name, did you forget?" Serena's voice broke through the haze of uncertainty, drawing Ash back to the present.
"N... never mind," Ash replied, the weight of their newfound identity pressing down like a heavy shroud.
In this chapter, the boundaries of reality blur and identities shift, leaving Ash—now Ashley—adrift in a world turned upside down. As they grapple with the repercussions of Pojo's intervention, the true extent of her power looms ominously on the horizon, casting a shadow over their fragile existence.

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Pojo exhaled a smirk of satisfaction, relishing the sweet taste of power as she whispered, "This is true power, time for my next victim...ASH!"
With a snap of her fingers, the very fabric of reality rippled, echoing her command across dimensions. In one universe, nestled among countless others, something peculiar unfolded.
Ash stirred from slumber, disoriented and weary. Confusion clouded their senses as they took in their surroundings. Yet, it wasn't the disarray of their room that caught Ash's attention; it was the presence of something entirely unexpected—long, flowing hair cascading beside them.
Heart pounding, Ash stumbled to the wardrobe, a beacon of normalcy in a world suddenly turned askew. But as the door swung open, their breath caught in their throat. Rows of dresses and skirts greeted them, a stark departure from the familiar array of shirts and jeans.
"No, no, no," Ash muttered, the words escaping in a frantic whisper. "What happened?"
A knock at the door shattered the silence, and Ash hesitantly turned the knob, unsure of what awaited on the other side.
"Hey, Serena," Ash greeted, attempting to maintain composure despite the whirlwind of confusion raging within.
"Hey, Ashley," Serena responded with a warm smile, oblivious to the storm brewing in Ash's mind.
Ashley? The name echoed in Ash's thoughts, foreign yet strangely familiar.
"That is your name, did you forget?" Serena's voice broke through the haze of uncertainty, drawing Ash back to the present.
"N... never mind," Ash replied, the weight of their newfound identity pressing down like a heavy shroud.
In this chapter, the boundaries of reality blur and identities shift, leaving Ash—now Ashley—adrift in a world turned upside down. As they grapple with the repercussions of Pojo's intervention, the true extent of her power looms ominously on the horizon, casting a shadow over their fragile existence.