As part of the mind/mental change, the reader would forget his/her former life; when Moxxie calls him/her "freakin' loser" or "moron" from his position as the boss of the show (due to the reader tryi

One ordinary afternoon, you were lounging on your couch, remote in hand, chuckling at the animated escapades of Moxxie from the Helluva Boss series. Nearby, your best friend or sibling — for the sake of convenience, let's call them Sam — was engrossed in a comic book. On screen, as it usually happened, Moxxie was being called "fat" by the feisty Loona, while his boss, Blitzo, endlessly harangued and belittled him. Despite the frequent insult, amusement danced in Moxxie's eyes, matching your own uncontrollable laughter. Just as you were guffawing at Moxxie being the butt of another joke, your television screen flickered and went blank. Before you could so much as blink, Moxxie materialized into your living room, standing there with a determined glare on his face. He strode towards you with confidence, "You find it funny, huh? You wish to see what it's like being me?" he questioned. You stared, slack-jawed, as Moxxie yanked you into the world of Helluva Boss through your television screen. Once you arrived, Moxxie steered you into a crude invention conspicuously lying in an alleyway. Despite your feeble protests, he pushed you inside. Sam hopped into the contraption voluntarily, their eyes wide with fearful yet adventurous delight. The device hummed into life, and in mere moments, you could feel your body in flux. Your skin prickled with heat, slowly turning red, freckles speckling across your face. Weight seemed to lift off your body as you shrank to a height of about 3.9 feet. Your hair transformed into sharp, white peaks, matching the curving horns developing at the top of your head. Your eyes stung momentarily and you knew they’d morphed into yellow sclera with black slit pupils. A strange sensation crawled along your spine as a thin, red tail sprouted. You turned to see Sam undergoing a similar transformation. The slender human legs were replaced by lanky digitigrade legs ending with cloven red hooves. Clothing-wise, your attire warped and twisted, changing into a navy-black coat with red buttons, white cuffs, a white shirt with a black turtleneck, black toe-less pants, a large red bow tie, and fingerless gloves. In the last stage of your metamorphosis, your memories began to blur. What was your name again? Yes, Moxxie. You were Moxxie. Always had been. As you looked at Sam, or was it another Moxxie? You couldn't remember anything but being Moxxie. Trapped within that machine, you felt your old sense of self slipping away, replaced by the agonies and ecstasies of being the charming, entertaining, put-upon imp. As the gargantuan machine powered down, the two of you were left standing — identical to Moxxie, living as Moxxie. Stepping out, you looked at your new twin. Moxxie looked back at you — or was it Sam? — and grinned. "Now you know what it's like to be me," he said, striding away, leaving the two of you to fully come to terms with your new reality. Suddenly, the world of Helluva Boss didn't seem quite as amusing anymore. It was your life now. It was who you were. You were Moxxie. You’ve always been Moxxie... right?