Magical Girl Violet

	Let me guess: you want to know what everyone wants to know? How I became a magical girl? Figures. That’s the only thing people want to talk to me about now. I guess I should start at the beginning.

	Before I start, I must confess… I’m losing my memory of my old life, so my details might not be entirely accurate. I think they are, but I’m not sure. I know that I used to love a girl, but I cannot recall her name, or the color of her hair. I know I had a home and a family, but I don’t remember the street I lived on, and I fear that I could not pick my family out of a crowd. They wouldn’t recognize me anyway.

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	I was visiting a friend’s house when it all happened. My friend lived on land, and he told me I could go out and shoot there if I wanted, and even camp. Of course I agreed. I packed up all my equipment, tent guns and all, and headed out for his land. The drive was a few hours, but I didn’t mind.

	I got there in the late afternoon, and spent a little while setting up my little camp. I put up a few metal gongs, and then got my M39 out, and began plinking. The sound of the bullets hitting the gong was so satisfying, that I remember. As the sun began to dip from the sky, I set up my tent, and started chopping wood for a campfire. My friend was supposed to meet me later the next day. Soon, it became dark and I entertained myself by listening to my little crank radio and roasting food over the fire. I was tired from all the chopping, so I put out my fire and climbed into my tent.

	I don’t know how much time had passed, but I was woken by something in the middle of the night. I heard movement… something big… and voices. It couldn’t be my friend. What was it?

	I crawled out of my tent and grabbed one of my guns, a Kel-tec Sub 2000. I shoved in a stick mag. I positioned myself on the left side of my fire pit, directly across from the movement.

	“Hello!?” I called out. No response, just movement.

	I couldn’t have been hogs, I heard voices.

	I chambered a round. “Hello?! Who’s there?!”

	Nothing. No- suddenly, a large bush came crashing down, and it sounding like something was running towards me. I raised my gun. “Pop pop pop!” A short pause, and then I fired again, squeezing the trigger hard. “Pop pop pop!”

	Then I finally heard the voices again. “NoooooOOOOO!”

	There was something like an explosion of light. I dropped my gun, trying to shield my eyes. The light was so bright that it hitting my eyes actually nearly knocked me down, dropping me to my knees.

	“Look what you have done!”

	Some of the light died a little. I was able see across the little clearing. Before me stood some strange little creature, and next to it, a girl lay on the ground, in a twisted position.

	She was maybe fifteen, with a flouncy pink and white dress covered in frills. It was now torn and smeared with mud and blood. Her face was likewise streaked with blood, and her eyes open and unblinking, staring at the night sky. She had long pink hair in pigtails. She was dead.

	The strange little creature was speaking to me, accusing me. It was an odd little thing, with an odd little voice. From the voice, I could not tell whether the creature was male or female. The closet thing that it looked like, that I could describe it as would be an owl, although it did not entirely resemble one. It was mainly a dark earthy brown, and a few feathers at the end of its wingtips were green.

	 “You now must pay for this. You ended her life, so now I will give you a new one. Puchuuu!” A beam of pink energy barreled towards me, and I found that I was unable to dodge or move out of the way. It hit me in the chest with some force, and it was warm. I immediately felt the warmth spread over my body.

	My clothes melted away, and disappeared. I felt myself shrinking rapidly. I must have lost at least two feet in height, and maybe 80 pounds! I looked down at myself… my body slimming and thinning down. I looked sickly! My skin lost its hair, and became smooth. My throat tingled, and it my felt weird… My features were moving and shifting. My hands and feet also slimmed down, becoming dainty. My scalp tingled. Suddenly, long hair shot down, falling down my back and shoulders, and getting in my eyes. I brushed it aside with a dainty hand. I looked down, and saw something that was the worst of all… My dick was fading, disappearing, replaced by a slit…

	“Would you like to see yourself? Pchuuu.”

	A mirror suddenly appeared before me, long and shining. In the mirror was a young girl, no more than ten. The girl was me. My muscles and body had shrank, my facial features changed. My hair had grown out, and turned a dark chestnut color. My eyes seemed to be a purple color.

	“Now we need to get you fixed up. You need an outfit!”

	More beams of energy, of all sorts of colors: Green, pink, and others. They flowed around my body, and I felt things on my body… Clothes were forming! Across my chest, a slinky material… Soon my body (or at least my torso and lower area) was covered in a leotard, which was a soft green color. It wasn’t finished, however, as pink frills were added about the chest and near my legs and crotch. Boots appeared on my legs, going up to just below my knees. On my arms, elbow length gloves, a green color matching my leotard, with similar pink trim. The pink energy turned into glowing pink brushes, which tidied my hair. One of the brushes morphed into a pair of scissors, which then moved across my forehead. “Snip, snip.” I now had bangs. Their jobs finished, the brushes and scissors disappeared. Finally, something landed on my head. It was a large, floppy brimmed hat, made of green felt. It had a large cone on the end, which was slightly crumpled. Across it was a band of pink fabric, held in place by a big bow. It looked sort of like Gandalf’s hat, or a witches’.

	“Don’t you look cute! Pchhhuuu!”

	After the light from the energy had faded, I was able to get a glimpse of where the girl I shot was laying… or rather, where she had laid. Now, her body had disappeared.

	“Now we just need to get you a name, puchuu… Oh, I know! From now on, you’re going to be Violet Tansy Wildroot! Puuchhuuuu!”

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	What?! Yes, yes. Tansy is my middle name. Stop laughing! Shut up! Let me get back to the story. It’s not much longer. Anyways…
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	When the creature said that- my name- it felt like I was hit in the head with a sledge hammer. All sorts of knowledge entered my head… all about plants, and flowers, and gardens. I had a green thumb! I loved learning about nature! I loved trees. Cedar, cypress, willow, rowan. I loved flowers. Sunflowers, marigolds, edelweiss… and violets!

	“Come over this way Violet. We aren’t through yet. You need a weapon!”

	I found myself walking over to my tent, the little creature alongside of me.

	It searched through my tent, before finally finding my M39. “This will do!” The rifle floated in the air, and with a great cracking sound, the bolt, magazine, and barrel were ripped out of it. “Don’t worry, we only need the wood.” The wood glowed and spun in around. I had to avert my eyes.

	When I was able to look upon the rifle again, it was no longer a rifle. Instead, it was a beautiful looking wand, seemingly finely carved. It had the beautiful stripes of Artic Birch. Towards the top, there were thorns wrapped around it, and at the very tip, a beautiful flower. The creature floated the wand over to my hand, and I took it, wrapping my gloved hand around the smooth wood. When I held it, another wave of information took over my mind: I knew spells. With a word, and a little toss of my wand, I could shoot shards of bamboo. I could grow hedges, vines, and thorns. I could move roots, and I knew that with a single kiss, I could deliver deadly poison.

	“Do you like it, Violet?”

	I smiled and nodded.

	“I guess I should tell you a little about me. I’m a Puchuu. I- and others like me- are responsible for creating magical girls, like yourself. We’ll have a lot of time to get to know one another. We need to save the talk though; we have a mission to go on! It’s what we were doing before you interrupted us…” The Puchuu seemed a little upset, but then it sounded happy again. “But it’s all better now! Come on!”

	The Puchuu took to its wings and flew off slowly and low to the ground, at the perfect height for my now short stature. “Where are we going?”

	“You’ll see!”

	So, yeah. That’s how I ended up like this. If you want to know what happened after that, it wasn’t much. Basically we found this like, pagan cult doing stuff in the woods. They were trying to awaken Mother Earth, or Gaia, because they wanted to destroy all men or something. Yeah, some crazy feminist cult. We beat them without much effort. Not much more to say about it.

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	So is that what you wanted to hear? Like I said, everyone wants to hear it. No, my Puchuu isn’t here right now. Sorry.
 	Oh, you want me to sign something? If I do that will you leave me alone? What the- where did you get this poster of me?! Right there, sign it right there? Okaaay… You’re welcome…