"It all began yesterday when I was heading to school... That's when I met Cuppy, and he started harassing me about becoming a magical girl."
"Interesting. Tell me more about this... Cuppy."
"I'm right here, you know!"
Miharu was lying on her bed, hands on her stomach, with her red-headed friend Carrie sitting cross-legged on a chair next to her, notepad in hand. Sitting on the desk, Cuppy the talking Cupcake watched the two. It was also probably worth mentioning that the wall now had a large sheet of plywood duct taped to it, more or less managing to cover the huge hole in it. Carrie shot the sentient cupcake a dark look.
"You shouldn't interrupt my patient while she's talking. Hell, I'm not even sure why you're here at all."
"Carrie..." Miharu sat up, shaking her head, "I really appreciate what you're trying to do and all, but I'm really not sure it'll help that I tell you everything a second time. I'm happy enough that you believe me at all." Her American-born friend was planning to major in psychology, and with what Miharu had learned earlier today, it seemed like a good idea to let her in on her secret. She just got... a little carried away sometimes.
"Fine!" The redhead sighed and tossed her notepad over her shoulder. "Honestly, I wasn't sure about this until the cupcake started to speak." She thumbed at Cuppy behind her. "That convinced me quickly enough."
"Gee..." Miharu's eyes narrowed a bit.
"And while magic would help fix that wall and I admittedly wanna see what it looks like, you're not transforming because you can't control yourself in that form... which is pretty fair. ...Hmmm. Wait. Maybe dissociative disord--" She began to reach for her notepad, then stopped. "Never mind. Still, though. I can't believe you titfucked Akagi."
Miharu was crestfallen. Why did she remind her? Carrie went on.
"...Sheesh, don't look so down. He forgot about the whole thing, you said. What worries me more is that other thing you said, about leaking magic all over the place. I still don't really get that. Cupp, can you field that one?"
"Um..." The one she called "Cupp" broke his silence, "I'm no specialist, but the Princess' powers are based on her passions and desires. If she has some unresolved feelings, she might inadvertently use magic to try and solve them... Much like how that Akagi came to you when you were looking for stimulation."
"Right," Carrie nodded, a plan already figured out, "so to stop it, we just need to take care of those unresolved feelings. I can't understand what you see in that blandosaurus, but here's my suggestion..." she pointed at Miharu, "I'll be the first to say it probably wouldn't be the healthiest thing to do... but before your magic blows up the planet or whatever, you should turn into the Princess, go find Akagi, and fuck his brains out. I mean, if he wants. And AFTER that, you can worry about going to the movies together like normal human beings."
Miharu had remained silent at the outrageous idea; it seemed too silly to even protest... But still, a part of her had to admit it could solve a few problems, and, well... it's not like she wouldn't enjoy it...
"Miharu?"
"--Huh?"
"Your lips are getting all... big and pink and stuff?"
Miharu set a finger on her lips, and they felt strangely plump, moist and sensitive. Her vision blurred for a second as her glasses disappeared, and Carrie could see her best friend's blue eyes turning much lighter... no, sparklier than usual! As it had before, the transformation was about to kick in... but not this time. Miharu had thought of that before she came home.
She simply removed the pendant. In a second, her glasses poofed back into existence, and her glossy, bubble-gum pink lipstick vanished.
"This takes care of that," she breathed out in relief, "I guess that way, I can avoid transforming when I don't want to." A pause. "Carrie, what you suggested. Are these... doctor's orders?"
Carrie sort of shrugged. There was another moment of silence before Miharu spoke up.
"...I'll do it." She out the pendant back on, and in a flash, the Princess took her place.
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