A Magical Halloween - Part 3

Two hooded figures walked through the graveyard, one a bit taller than the other. “Well, that was a total disaster”, said the smaller one. “What exactly were you thinking, turning someone into a magical girl in a confined space like that?”
The taller one sighed. “I’m sorry, all right! Next one I’ll at least lure outside.”
The smaller one stopped walking. “Why don’t you just accept your fate and move on?”
The taller one laughed. “Why accept it when I can avoid it? Come, we have our next target.”
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I sat in silence in the car. This was just too much at once. I lost my friends, I lost my parents, had hope of regaining them, only to find out that no matter who my parents are, they were now dead.
Homura sat next to me quietly. What could she say to me to make me feel better, after all? I had lost everything, and was stuck in a life that could be eternal in a body that wasn’t mine. She at least had remained her original gender.
The old man pulled the car off the highway onto the median. I was about to be all goody-two-shoes and tell him it was illegal, but then I remembered that he was a cop. Of course.
“I guess you want to know a little bit about magical girls,” he said.
I nodded. I had played along due to the shock, but I honestly had no idea what was going on.
He sighed. “As the changes have finished, you are no longer in risk of this, but I thought I should tell you. An alien, named Kyubei, came and changed many girls into magical girls. They were granted a wish, but had to fight with their powers against witches. Except soon, they discovered that their powers corrupted unless they cleansed it via witches. And if they corrupted far enough, they turned into witches themselves.”
He pointed to us. “Had you known about that before you fell under my curse, you would be subject to the same fate. But, since you didn’t, you are simply girls with magical powers.”
He sighed. “The problem is, you girls are the only people I changed. The fact that there are more magical girls out there means that there is a Kyubei out there.” But then he smiled at me. “While it’s a bad thing for us in that we have a lot more work to do, it is good for you. It means your friends may indeed be alive still. As long as they didn’t do something stupid like use up all their powers that night.”
I nodded, followed by an awkward silence.
“Wait…” said Homura. “If we are magical girls, why didn’t we get wishes?”
The old man laughed. “Even I don’t know how my powers work. Curses are strange things at times. I wish I had studied charms instead.”
Silence followed again.
“Can we visit my parents’ grave?” I asked. “I’d at least like to tell them my goodbyes.”
The old man nodded, and turned the car around. “The Sakuras were actually clients of mine back in the day. We were pretty close, so I know where they were buried. Of course, you didn’t exist back then, and just got placed into their household after reality shifted. It’d be nice for you to meet them, because whether they are your real parents or not, they are definitely your biological parents now.”
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A security guard sat in a stone booth in the center of the graveyard, snoring. A literal graveyard shift had to be one of the most boring things in the world. But at least it was easy. This graveyard had nobody famous or rich buried in it, so grave robbers never showed up. It was a good excuse to catch up on a little sleep from his daytime job.
Even if he had been awake, he wouldn’t have noticed the two hooded figures approaching him. In his old age, his eyesight had started to fail him, as well as his senses.
A swirl of ribbons appeared out of thin air and thrust him airborne out of the booth. Immense pain jolted through his body as his arthritis flared from this sudden movement.
“Careful!” said the shorter figure. “You don’t want to break him before we get to harvest him!”
The taller figure said nothing, as if she was holding in her silence.
“So,” said the shorter figure. “What is your name?”
The man gasped. His heart was racing. This wasn’t good. Even if the girls spared his life, he’d still probably have a heart attack and die. “Collin…” he said softly.
“Collin, eh?” asked the shorter one. “Well, Collin, do you have any last wishes you want?”
Collin chuckled. “Well, since my life seems to be forfeit, I guess I could always wish for a peaceful death. It’s not like I have any friends or family.”
The younger girl laughed. “If I told you we could spare your life if you wished for it, would you wish for that instead?”
Collin smiled. “Well, of course. I do wish you would put me down though. Staying in this condition is going to kill me painfully regardless.” He closed his eyes.
“That’s all I needed to hear,” she said. The ribbons disappeared, and the smaller girl put her hand on the man’s chest. There was no heartbeat anymore, but the smaller girl knew he still had some life. And with a sudden yank, she pulled out a red crystal from his chest.
The man’s eyes shot open. “What the… what did you do?” he asked.
The taller girl lowered her hood just enough so that the moonlight could reflect off her golden eye. “Just welcomed you to the club.
“Here,” said the shorter girl, pushing the gem into his hand. “You’ll want this in the future. It sort of is your soul. We’ll be back tomorrow, either to collect you or to welcome you to our team.”
She and the other girl jumped away into the night.
The man looked down at the gem in his fingers. He curled his fingers around it. But it was strange. Where was that typical pain from the arthritis? He tried bending his knees, but there was no creaking. No pain. No age.
His eyesight got blurry. He took off his glasses and tried to rub his eyes to clear them up, but it wasn’t the eyes that were the problem. When he opened his eyes again, things that never had been clear to him before were totally clear. He tried on the glasses again, and everything seemed blurry. Did they fix his vision too?
Though his glasses seemed a bit big now anyways, so he tossed them aside. And that was when he noticed his reflection in the glasses. His normally cloudy grey eyes had turned a vibrant shade of red. And his grey hair had red roots now, and was growing at a rapid rate. He watched as the red too over his hair, and it stretched down his back, longer and longer, until it reached about the nape of his back.
The wrinkles on his face started to fill in, becoming smoother, as his eyes slightly grew and his cheeks pushed up. His mouth became more firm and smaller on his face, and he also could feel his adam’s apple shrinking.
He heard something drop to the floor. He looked down, and there was his pants and underwear, around his ankles. He tried to lift them back up, but that was when he noticed that his arms and legs had lost all the grey hair they used to have. When he did lift them up, they just simply fell again. There wasn’t enough fat around the legs to hold them up anymore.
Actually, he though, there isn’t as much of me at all anymore. Collin used to be a really tall man, almost 6 foot 5. He could easily touch the ceiling standing up. But now, that ceiling looked so far away. He put his hands up and jumped, but didn’t even get close to hitting the ceiling. Even worse, the force of the jump pulled the shirt right off his body.
Oh if only the management saw this… Here he was butt naked on the job, looking nothing like he did before. But this height thing was an issue. He pulled out the tape measure from his drawer. A hasty measure showed him just how much he had shrunk (was it just him, or did his arms look thinner, and his hands, well, almost dainty?) 4’9 read the measure. More than a foot and a half of height lost, no wonder none of his clothes fit him anymore.
God, how was he going to explain this to anyone? Sure, he didn’t have family or friends, but he had business relationships with others. But that was when the pain hit.
It felt like fire was pulsating through his body. The fat that had accumulated over the years on his waist seemed to magically disappear. His man boobs began to shrink in size, pulling closer and closer to his chest, and actually seemed to perk up a bit. He could live with this gift. A more slender and young body for the price of having to carry a stupid gem around and having red eyes? Not really much of a problem.
The pain shifted to his groin. Wait a minute. His face, wasn’t it a female face? And those were female arms… And the legs…
He didn’t have a chance to think before pain won him over. His hips expanded, and a soft layer of fat formed on his rear. His member, he notices, was currently in a throbbing erection. He tried to cover it, but it just started to shrink. And as it shrunk, waves of pleasure washed over him, stronger than any sex he had ever had. Soon, there was nothing left as it disappeared into his body, rendering him completely female. He hadn’t even noticed the scrotum being sucked inside at the same time.
“What the hell…” he said. “What is going on?” But he clasped his hands to his mouth. His voice, which was usually a bass, had turned into a soprano, at least 2 octaves higher. His church was not going to be happy about this. He, no, she, was the only bass their choir had left.
The clothes on the floor lit of fire, swarming her body. A white cap formed on her head, dangling off to either side. A purple gown covered her body, exposing her A-cup breasts and stomach, which a black glove formed on her left hand.
Words and spells began to flood into her mind. She snapped her fingers, and a bolt of flame erupted.
Cassandra laughed at her newfound power. “A wish to be put down,” she said. “Should have wished for more than that if I knew this was what I was going to get.” She tossed her soulgem up, and a spellbook formed in its place. “And I don’t want to be anyone else.” She put her hand on the book and chanted a spell. Her old memories began to fade. She was never Collin. She had always been Cassandra, and always would be.
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Our car drove down the road of the graveyard. Countless tombs rose up on each end. When we reached the far end, we saw someone sitting in from of the grave.
“And who may you be at this hour?” asked the old man. “And why are you wearing something like that at this time at night?”
The girl stood up and smiled. She pulled out an ID out of her purse that showed her name and duty. Security Guard – Cassandra Mallie. After confirming it, the old man sighed.
“They really have gotten lapse about security nowadays. I honestly don’t think you would serve too well against a potential threat.”
Cassandra kept smiling. “Sorry sir, but I’m just doing my job. But don’t worry, I do pack a good punch if a bad guy actually does come along.” The old man put his hands up to test her, and she threw an almost comically light punch onto them.
“At least carry a gun…” said the old man.
I had enough, so I went to the grave. There were two names, both with Sakura as the last name, though I could not figure out what their first names were. And there was Momo underneath, but she didn’t have a death date. They never did find her.
I bowed my head. “I know I never met you, but I’m sure you were great parents. And I hope you made your way to heaven easily.”
I tapped the tombstone twice, just like everyone in my past life’s family had always done, and then turned back to the car. Homura and the old man got into the car. The girl smiled at me. “I know you shouldn’t exist. Neither should I.” I startled back, and the old man and Homura jumped back at the car.
“What did you just say?” I asked.
“Nothing~” said the girl. “Must have been your imagination.”
Suspicious, I got back into the car, and we drove back home to a restless sleep.
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“So, you survived,” said the taller hooded girl.
Cassandra nodded. “Why wouldn’t I?” She smiled. “And I never got a chance to thank you anyways. This body is amazing.”
The taller hooded girl nodded. Both the hooded girls pulled a cloudy gem out of their pockets.
“We have one fight left,” said the shorter one. “As do you, being a fresh magical girl. You’re welcome to come with us, so long as you understand that if you turn into a witch, we will kill you and purify ourselves with you.”
Cassandra laughed. “Of course,” she said. The taller one took out a pointy black object and threw it away.
“So long, Sayaka,” said the taller girl.