Henshin: The White Magical Girl Emerges
At the end of a famous line, you tack on "transformation." That final word, murmured quietly.
Presence shifts.
Jet-black hair blanches, flowing smoothly. Eyebrows and lashes shed white, blending into the skin. In the mirror-gazing, parched eyes, a white sea ripples and spreads. The pupil writhes like a corona, encircled by a crimson ring drawn by the limbus.
Simultaneously, pure white attire unfurls. It devours shadows along the elegant curves of her body, cascading gracefully. What was this called again? A leotard? Anyway, it's skin-tight material, sleeveless, with a deep plunge at the chest. A short, translucent cape-like thing covers the upper body, while the lower half has a slit skirt. Patterns adorn each section—not too flashy, like interlocking designs you might see on a floor. Soft tassels dangle from the cape fasteners. Lace-patterned mesh gloves form on her hands, and boots with straps on her legs.
Finally, a geometric cube brooch settles on her chest, completing the transformation.
Should I strike a pose or something? Magical girl of love and justice... nah, screw that. Anyway, whatever. I became a magical girl.
At least the outfit doesn't scream childish magical girl vibes. The emotionless girl staring into the mirror seems fine with a ribbon-frill-puff dress too. I, the old man inside, hate it, though.
Scrutinizing it closely, it's pretty damn erotic. Wait, is this adult-rated? Lifting the split skirt reveals high-leg cut, with plump flesh softly nestled there. The massive royal tits are tightly bound, boldly exposing bare cleavage.
But with her erotic senses and shame dried up, she feels nothing. Just to check, she lifts the clothes, but they're fused seamlessly to the body. No worries about exposure, then.
She tests the springy give of that cleavage, pressing softly. Squishy-squish. Is this what real tits feel like, or is it the magic TS effect? Who knows. The texture's nice, though.
That brooch bouncing between them looks impossibly intricate, unreal. Tilting her head, she meets the eyes of the white girl in the mirror. No blush on those cheeks, despite gleefully toying with her breasts moments ago. The massive orbs brim with white fluid that sloshes with the head's angle. Mystical eyes. Brimming with moisture, yet the gaze is arid, serene. Even still, the black shadow of the pupil endlessly prowls the red rim.
"Summon."
No need to voice it, but she summons the 6-star SSR... no, the magic wand. In an instant, a massive white hammer—with a long staff—grips in her hand. Yeah, old-man magical girls canonically wield hammers... wait, no. This is a medium for chantless magic. It just happens to resemble a hammer when undeployed. She could make it a cute star shape if she wanted. It's the default form. Using it like a hammer shouldn't be an issue, density-wise. Anyway, it's not a hammer.
Even that obvious fact feels like "known" knowledge. Incidentally, her specialty is bombardment. A long-range magical girl... in this world's lore. But a 20-year-old magical girl? Add the old man, and it's 60! Miracle math! Granny magical girl enters the stage! Her invincible TS conscience doesn't even scratch.
Blame the old man for magical girls in their 30s in some manga. The "injected" worldview keeps confusing her. Magical virgin... technically true, but weird vibe. Magical warrior? That works. Beautiful Girl Magical Warrior! Perfect. Granny? Pfft.
That magic poof-hammer lacks realism too. The head's bigger than her torso. This beast, which should weigh a ton, dances like a feather from her slender wrist. Or whooshes? No hammer-swinging skills learned. Just swinging lightly.
Poof-hammer spin attack!
BOOM! BOOM! CRASH! RUMBLE.
"Ah."
Mistake. Showing off wrecked the wall with sink and mirror. Water gushes mercilessly from the burst pipe inside the gouged hole.
Too bad the magical girl outfit is waterproof, plus a constant magic barrier keeps her dry. No wet-and-sexy fanservice here.
She lightly "restores" the wreckage. Basic magical girl spell series. Yeah, something like that. It rewinds to pristine condition, and she watches familiarly. No thrill there either. Magical girl issue or personal? Everything's flat.
Body changed, emotions unchanged?
"Release."
Magical girl attire and giant wand melt away instantly. Releasing doesn't revoke Awakened Ability User status; basic magic still works. Or should she say "Awakened Ability"? Magic feels better personally. Anyway.
Now what? TS usually means VTuber debut for easy cash, but streaming? Talking to people? Shake head. Impossible things aren't attempted.
Giggling with girls? Meeting people? Shake head. Avoid hard stuff maximally. That's hikikomori law!
Sat at the computer. Oh, right—one unchecked issue. Critical for future hikikomori life.
Picks up empty phone, searches banking app. Old bank gone. Bankrupt? Similar-colored "Shin Hwi Bank" exists, though... Wallet card's Shin Hwi Card. Name irrelevant. Money matters!
Washes hands again, registers account with the "obvious" same password. Balanced bank account appears. Phew. Hikikomori life secured.
No forced streaming like in webnovels. Good—no people entanglement.
Or as an Awakened Ability User here? Nah, gaming instead. No way.
Chews faint anxiety, boots PC.
Hm. Spotless. Like new. Grateful for pre-installed OS? No Steam, even. ESD search yields "Fog"—similar service. But no ID, unlike bank.
Floats through the day idly. Wow! My 20-year library! 97% achievement completion! Over 72,000 challenges! No anger, irritation, nothing. True nihilism. Nothingness is nothing. 20 years of time-wasting held no value? Or magical girls don't care?
Drifts blankly. No hunger. No sleep. No physiological urges.
Searches "Awakened Ability Users" traits. Some true. Rare non-eaters common? Magical girls don't shit, apparently. Meme bullshit? Food converts fully to mana, no waste. Innards empty? But she has them. Recalls SF manga line.
Ditches pointless frustration, browses vaguely familiar yet new games deceptively. Clicks most popular, buys. Account real, loaded. Magic hack?
Played ~352 hours. Mind sharp, hair fresh. Body eternally fragrant. Whatever brought her here provided conveniences. Not meticulous, though.
Orders chicken to test bullshit. Fridge empty anyway. Chicken 65,000 won?! Cultural shock! Cola 1L adds to 70,000. 70k.
Girl casually grabs box outside, but old man? Epic quest. Outside scary. Calms nonexistent pounding heart.
Chicken worth it—crispy fresh, juicy tender. But there was no sentimental old-man emotion. Just mastication for Magical Girl Baek Yeha. Tasty, sure. Knows it's good food. Just no satiety, no crunchy satisfaction... gone.
This TS body feels like an emotionless doll. Slapped cheek hard—no pain, no flush. Just "touched."
I'm impotent... no, woman now? Infertile! Fits magical girl—no periods, infertile.
Chugs cola—1L down, no burp. Fizz and lime fade emptily. No hunger, fullness. Hollow doll body.
Yay! Yay! Love being a magical girl! Old man cheers to mask the disconnect.
Gaming same—colorless, odorless. Why 352 hours? Nothing better. Better than idling; moves hands. Idling darkens thoughts. Can it pierce girl’s iron emotions? Doubtful.
Full-dive AI NPC games? Nope—AI bankrupt here, tied to Awakened weird phenomena. No microtransactions, cheap parts.
Boredom might turn her into "Witch of Massacre," blasting genuinely. Isn't that magical girls? No? Misread lore. Sorry.