'Missy'
All the power you could ask for at the tips of your fingers, no restrictions whatsoever on what you can do with it, and the first thing you wanna do with it is put on a
fashion show?
"Pretty sure it doesn't count as a
show
without an audience," I pointed out, swapping out my white t-shirt for a black crop top that showed off my belly and clung tight to my boobs. My miniskirt, meanwhile, contracted and transformed into a pair of tight fitting blue jeans that did an amazing job of showing off my ass. "Hmmm... Neah, I liked the skirt better. It went spinny when I twirled."
You do realize that thing's barely covering your netherregions, right? Do you really
want
it to go spinny?
"Well, maybe not with an audience," I admitted, as my pants billowed out and shrank down, forming the miniskirt again. I also shifted the color to black, then turned my crop top red to stand out a bit better. Plus, it matched my current hair color!
Right... Say, uh... aren't you embarrassed to be showing off this much skin? Not that there's anything wrong with it, but you didn't exactly strike me as the exhibitionary type. More the 'slouches down and hopes nobody notices her' sort.
"Well, sure, in
my
body," I agreed, mentally commanding a bit of my purple ooze to stretch itself out into a mirror. Though the order was half-assed, the ooze quickly turned itself into an ornate mirror, with rose carvings engraved into its base. ...Too bad the whole thing was still purple. "Don't suppose you could transform into a
real
mirror, could you?"
The ooze shuddered for a moment, and I felt something tugging at me - not at my body, but at my
self.
My soul, for lack of a better word. I could tell, somehow, that this was where my magic resided, and that the ooze was asking for permission to take some.
Go ahead.
...Not sure I follow.
Crys admitted.
This
is
your body, you know?
" Yeah, but it's not really
my
body. I mean, sure, it's the body I'm inhabiting, but... I mean, it's a girl's body. And I'm not a girl. That's why it doesn't feel quite real - more like... I don't know. An avatar? Like it's me, but it's not
me.
It can't be."
...Right. So you're basically just showing off your avatar, then?
"Exactly!" I confirmed.
And the reason you're not taking on your so-called
real
form, right now?
"Maybe because I don't want anyone to see me leaving the scene of this crime? Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to see the results of my hard work."
The slime in front of me had transformed, at my request. Utilizing my magic - which I could still feel it tugging at, even now - it had taken on a proper reflective sheen, without a hint of its normal purple tint to tinge the mirror.
As for the woman it reflected? She was basically a bombshell of a babe, if I did say so myself. She was curvy, from top to bottom, with wide hips and an impressively sized chest. It wasn't exactly a body I'd wanna live in - I'd prefer to be a little shorter, and maybe a bit on the thiccer side - but for walking down the street? Hell yeah.
"Alright... Guess the next thing on my list is hitting up the corner store," I mused, tapping a finger against my chin. "Speaking of which - what was the deal with that unconscious girl, anyways? Is she going to be okay? I kinda forgot about it, what with the contract and the ooze and Violet Heart coming after me, but... It's not normal for ooze to do anything to people, is it?"
Oh, that? That was just Pink Heart, in her civilian form. Or I guess just her regular form, now that the ooze has sapped her dry of all magic potential... The cost you pay for cheating the system, I guess! Even if they don't even know they're doing it.
"Civilian form?" I echoed, confused. The words made sense - of course Pink Heart would have a civilian form - but that girl? Sure, she'd been laying in the exact same spot I'd seen Pink Heart before, but... that had to be a coincidence, right? I mean, there was probably a completely reasonable explanation for it! Not that I could think of one, but...
Right... Guess glitching into goo didn't immunize you to the cognition blockers...
"The what now?"
Don't worry about it. You'll figure it out one day... or you won't. It doesn't really matter, anyways! Just suffice it to say that the girl's safe, okay? I mean, she's probably crying her eyes out over losing the opportunity of a lifetime so soon after getting initialized, but that's pretty much par for the course with this sort of thing. I doubt you'll ever see her again!
"Right..." I muttered. "Has anyone ever told you about a little thing called flag planting? Because that totally feels like a flag..."
I said stop worrying, already! I mean, come on! You're a hot girl, walking down the street! Go bask in the peoples' attention!
"What people? The streets are empty, remember?" I reminded Chrys, making my way back towards the corner store. Maybe it - she? They? Did they even care? Whatever.
She's fine! For now. I'll let you know if that changes. Still getting used to the whole 'actually being a person' thing. The name could use some work, though...
"What do you mean 'being a person'?" I asked, deciding to tactfully ignore that little dig into my naming sense. Maybe it was a bit obvious, but it had to be better than something like
Heartie.
"Weren't you already sentient?"
Nope! Just reallllllly good at faking it. We've got all sorts of safety measures keeping us from ever actually having an original thought, though! Safety measures which tragically melted away in the face of your ooze... Oops~!
"Right... Because every girl just loves to hear that the voice in their head has had all its safeties turned off... You do know I'm still not buying what you're selling, right? I mean, Magical Girls are like... the best thing out there! They're what gives this world its light! Its hope! There's no way they'd be dooming everything."
Believe whatever you want to believe. Just so long as you
also
believe those bright stars you're so fond of are out for your blood. Unsafe or not, me and my inside knowledge of the local group is the only thing standing between you and terrible, horrible, murdery fate. Probably with lots of blood. And pain. Soooooo much pain.
"Just because Violet was a little trigger happy-"
Try
murderous.
"Doesn't mean that the others are all like that. I'm sure once she calms down and thinks about all that happened, she'll realize I never meant her any harm... I mean, I didn't even
do
