Azuma-chan magical girl fan fic part 2

The little girl that was formerly the young man stood dumbfounded by the road side.  “Now what?” she thought to herself.

She took a long look at her car, and hopped into the driver’s side seat.  What else was she going to do?  She had faithfully maintained it according to the instructions in the owner’s manual for the past ten years, and was not about to abandon it by the side of the road like this.  Stubbornly she adjusted the car seat to try to accommodate for her new smaller size.

Luckily the road was deserted and she was close to home.  Awkwardly she drove the car back to the apartment complex where she had lived, and parked it.  Nevermind the dent and the blood stain on its front side, she figured trouble was unavoidable at this point and she would deal with it in the morning.  For now she just wanted to be home.

She walked up to the door to her apartment, and realized that the keys to her apartment did not fit in the key holes at all.  “Fuck!” she screamed in her pathetically juvenile voice.  Out of frustration she started banging on the doors to her own home, and to her surprise the door was opened after a minute of knocking.  A middle aged housewife looked at her suspiciously from the crack in the door.

“What do ya want?” the housewife groggily demanded.

Once again, something unreasonable had presented itself.  The young girl stared at the housewife, and peeked briefly at the inside of the apartment.  Despite having lived there for close to the past ten years, the apartment was now furnished completely differently.  It did not look like her home at all.  The girl looked around to make sure that she was in the right building.  Indeed, she was definitely in the right building, the tasteless decorations that her neighbors hung on their doors had confirmed it.

As she felt utterly hopeless and unable to cope with yet another disruption to her precious routines, she screamed out “Fuck, fuck you! Fuck this shit, fuck fuck fuck!” and ran out of the building.

With no place else to go, the girl went back inside her car in the parking lot.  At this point she felt completely defeated, and simply wanted to crawl into some place safe to hide.  To her surprise, she found herself suddenly transported inside what appeared to be a small studio apartment.  It was sparsely furnished, similar to what one might expect a college student’s home to look like.  A small bed was placed in one corner of the room, while a table with a few chairs around it was in the opposite corner.  A big glass window showed a sleek, futuristic city outside.   A small bathroom and a very modest kitchen were also present, but strangely there were no visible exits.  A crude painting of a door was drawn on the wall in a location where one might expect the exit to be.  It looked out of place to the sleek and efficient décor the rest of the apartment had.

The girl walked tentatively around the place, and opted to sit down on the bed to gather her thoughts.  Some of her strange new instincts surfaced in her mind, and she understood that this space was a safe place, and it belonged to her.  With this understanding she proceeded to the bathroom, and had a good look at herself in the mirror.

She was now a very young girl, and appeared to be no older than ten.  Dark colored hair hung messily over her forehead, giving her a slightly unfashionable look.  The little girl in the mirror is not the type that she would have found cute or endearing in her old life.  Her dark blue eyes were no longer red and bloodshot the way they were with her old male self.  However the same brooding and angry expression in them remained.

She lifted one of her hands up, and marveled at how much smaller it had gotten.  Out of curiosity she lifted her dress up.  Her underdeveloped body did not appear to have any womanly shape at all.  Two small pink nipples adorned a completely flat chest.  She wore a pair of blue and white striped panties around her waist.  She reached a hand down to the space between her legs and laid it firmly on her crotch.  She felt nothing.  The familiar bulge is no more.  Another nagging new instinct popped up.  This is now her body.  Forever.