Life from a Flying Squirrel to an Heiress

I'm a timid and gentle flying squirrel, and one day I found myself in the body of a true heiress. The fake heiress orders me around.

"Pick up the socks on the floor."

I comply, "Where should I put them?"

"Put them in my mouth."

I stuffed them in.

"Pour the foot bath water for me."

"Sure, where should I pour it?"

"Pour it on my face."

I tipped the whole basin over.

"What are we having for lunch?"

"What do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat poop."

Alright, just wait, I quickly shut the bathroom door.