Fey Writes

The Magic Girl Union Recruiter raised an eyebrow. "So are you sure want to be a magical girl?"

The petite pale woman's eyes glowed large. "Yes! At first at like 'cowardly ol' Carmilla the Third could never be a magical girl' but then I realized- what if I believed in myself really hard? I've been on this earth for over a 100 years! I can do this! I have the power of Satan and anime on my side!" The tiny woman posed triumphantly. After a moment of holding that pose, she got tired, produced a juice box, and drank red liquid from it.

The Recruiter nodded coldly, "Sure- sure. Do you have any special abilities?"

Carmilla III snapped to attention. "I'm extremely durable! Watch this!"

The gremlin woman set down her backpack. She pulled a heavy box and some tongs out. Opening the box carefully, she revealed a silver cross on a necklace. She slowly lowered the necklace onto her with the tongs.

There was an immediate crackling noise, followed by the smell of burning skin. "Fuck!" cried Carmilla III.

"Bitch!"

"Satan Allmighty!"

"Devil Take Me!"

This went on for about 2 minutes. The recruiter silently watched as the woman suffered with the bravest face she could. After some truly creative curses involving lesbian sex acts, the names of demons, and anime girls, Carmilla slowly removed the necklace from her with the tongs. She wiped a tear from her eye, and puffed up her chest proudly.

"I could survive another five minutes of that without any scarring!" Carmilla declared triumphantly "I can go 20 minutes in the sun without burning- and over an hour with sunscreen!"

The recruiter was unsure how to respond. "Uhm congratulations? Errrrr- your outfit is already quite fancy but- do you have a magical girl transformation?"

Carmilla III's ears perked up. "Of course!"

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH" Carmila screamed as she tensed every part of her body, her muscles bulging and twitching as an aura of energy collected around her.

POOF

In a puff of smoke, a chubby, circular purple creature appeared in the woman's place. It had giant anime eyes, and a face-spanning stupid grin. Miniscule wings flapped to keep the thing afloat. It looked like a cross between a bat and an imp if the recruiter squinted hard enough.

"Well- are you impressed bite?" The thing spoke! "I bet you're chomping at the bit to recruit me now! Take in the fangtastic glory of my ultimate form!"

"Y-yeah sure..." the recruiter adjusted her glasses "Uhm. Is there anything else you want me to take into consideration Miss Camilla?"

With another poof, Camilla III reappeared. She looked pensive "Weeeeellll.... Uhm, this is super embarrassing but its obvious enough that I should just get it out of the way." She drank more red liquid from her juice box.

"You may have already guessed this..." Carmilla III looked almost sad "But I have autism. I mean, I only think so- I've never been officially diagnosed but I'm kinda self-conscious about it."

The recruiter blinked. "You shouldn't worry about that. Plenty of magical girls are neurodivergent. You'll fit in just fine."

A private room, in a private bar, in a magical guardian friendly part of a neutral city- a perfect place for two magical girls from very different walks of life to meet.

"Why are you independent magical girls so- showy?" the normally tight-lipped Global Freedom Defender Jessica complained, "I swear our uniform gets stricter every time CAT News runs a segment on how panty shots are corrupting today's youth."

Ebony Void sipped on her martini, "This again? They're independent! Even if I disagree, which I don't, who am I to tell them what to do?" Ebony giggled at her old roommate "Funny hearing this from Little Miss Corporate Sellout. How many brands are on your power suit nowadays? I'm surprised you have room for a visor."

Jessica slammed down her beer mug. This was a challenge. "Don't you have your little magical giel union thing to keep each other in line? With each new group the skirts are shorter, the midrifts are higher, and the tops leave less room the imagination! You all are abusing your magic and extended lives to create unrealistic body expectations." Jessica took a sip of her beer before blurting out another line, "Then the women aren't enough! You gotta put the men in those outfits too!"