It's been a productive morning, so far. She granted transformations to a pair of trans girls through offers in their dreams, sent warning nightmares to a trio of politicians, and gathered blackmail material on a a few business moguls. 

It's been a few decades since she woke up as a tentacular mess of ink at the bottom of a river. She had no idea how humans worked, at first, but between lots of telepathy and sneaky observation, she figured out that the weird sounds they were making with their mouths were language, and things have been getting steadily easier since then. Eventually, she started to notice that the humans weren't as kind to each other as one might hope, and seemed to suffer a lot from not having bodies that suited them, and made a lot of mistakes with taking care of their world. That was sad. 

So she started to meddle.

She's been operating in secret, using mental magic and trickery and dreams to make changes, because while it seems like she's basically immortal, and her intuition says so, she doesn't know, and it's the kind of thing she'd really prefer not to get an unpleasant surprise about.

She always keeps her mortal disguise up when she's moving through the mortal world, always keeps her aura pulled in tight, because she doesn't want to break anyone or attract any attention.

It's a little lonely, because no one really knows her. She can't safely be truly open with anyone unless she twists their mind to never reveal her nature. But that's okay. She's changing lives and and improving the world, and that's absolutely worth it.

She's getting more powerful, too, because she figured out how to gradually grant only a single form, rather than an extension of her own transforming nature, and how to share minor powers in the form of magic tattoos. 

So she meddles, and practices, and peoplewatches. 

It's a pretty nice life.