[@sharksama][@King Tai][@Rhythmloid]

It was a mild autumn evening where there remnants of the orange sun began to fade with the encroaching darkness. The heavenly stars began to poke through that night sky as evening began and the city lights lit up to rival them. If there was one thing the stars didn't have, it was the many neon hues throughout the streets that made them envy. It was both beautiful and bright. The streets were littered with people walking about, heading towards after work activities of drinking or karaoke. One would wonder if this city ever sleeps with all the booming music, the bustling noises of people, and traffic going to and fro. 

Luster found himself alone atop of a hill at one of surrounding parks in his area, looking down at the city. He had just gotten done with his heavy workload for the military and enjoyed a cool hard apple cider as victory and took of the edge off. He loved spending time looking down at the modern marvels of Japan's city lights and streets in the evenings. There was always something to do. Good food. Good company. Good bars. Good entertainment. He decided to hit up a cheap street vendor who sold ramen for dinner. It wasn't his usual go to. Without company of his own, it would be boring to go to a sit in restaurant. After dinner, he decided to walk back into his apartment to catch up with his usual rituals. 
At the apartment, he tossed his keys on the counter and immediately sat down on his expensive gaming chair. He laid back as he waited for this computer to boot up. He took a deep breath and dreamed himself a hero battling a monster terrorizing the people around him. He decided on a catch phrase spoken before every fight that was about to break. With that simple smirk, that confidence in taking down that best, he lunged forward as he drove his fist straight into the gut of the best. He was like the anime character, “One Punch Man.” The beast fell. Its life was fading. With its dying breath it spoke out in a loud tone. 

“Congratulations! You have been specially chosen to become a magical girl! Do you accept?” 

Luster shot up back into reality. What in the world was that? The voice. The tone of the fallen beast did not match the voice over the phone. He took out his vibrating phone from his pocket. There was a notification on the screen with two options. “Yes or No.” His mind raced. Where did this come from? How did he get this message? Who sent this message to him? Become a magical girl? How can that even be possible? He was quite stern about the process, analyzing the situation. Was this a harmless prank? Was this a virus? A game, perhaps? However he was feeling, before he even realized what happened, his thumb press the “yes” key on the display. It was as if someone had guided his finger to hit that button. With that confirmation, rainbow colored lights lit the dark room and a star appeared from the phone, like a hologram. 

"Hello! My name is Orion! I am here to help you become a magical girl! But first we need to give you this!" The introduction seem rather automated, but suddenly from out of the aether, an old relic shaped like a phone appeared in his other hand. Without a moment's pause, it instructed. “To become a magical girl, we need to give you magic, of course! Tap the case of your new phone to transform!” 

[i]”What the hell is this?”[/i] He thought and shook his head. 

Was he still dreaming? A magical girl? A guy? A male being a magical girl? He couldn't help but chuckle. This had to have been a joke. A game. He was intrigued by the notion and decided to play along. With his thumb, he pressed the case of the phone. Lights shot out of the phone. He could feel his body being altered deformed. The genetics also rearranged themselves. It was a tingling sensation. However brutal this process was with altering his genes and body structure, it was pleasant, gentle, and warm. Such processes were miracles in the making for those seeking to traverse the opposite sex. This process lasted roughly a second before the transformation was complete. Luster stood in the middle of the room, barefoot. The first thing he noticed was this long golden hair, bare feet, and soft skin. His center of gravity was off a bit. He felt the air swept past him. It didn't seem like he was wearing much clothing. For someone who could tolerate a minor chill, this chill was surprisingly colder. He shivered and folded his arms. That was when he noticed, this soft sensation. He looked down as he grabbed his breasts and immediately turned red with embarrassment. But, that wasn't all he noticed. Something was missing from between his legs. What mystic dragon that was there fled from its territory. He gasped and shouted out. “WHAT IN THE FUCK!?”

His voice was no longer his usual deep tone, but a more feminine one. “What is this? What happened?” Testing out his newly acquired voice. From all the events leading up to this moment, he finally drew the conclusion that he became a magical girl. The result was overwhelming as the circuits in his mind and body were also altered to amplify his emotions. He began to cry for no apparent reason. It was a mixture of joy and shock as he wiped his tears away. He had to see for himself what happened and raced towards a bathroom mirror. It was no jest. He truly was a girl now, a very beautiful one at that. He looked down at his attire. It was very revealing with how little clothes he was wearing. It was a robe no less with ties to Christianity or the Church in some form or fashion. Was he a healer of sorts? He didn't think much about it at this point. He was still examining himself closely, blushing at the same time as he was checking his assets. 

“This has to be karma at work. I play as dark magical girl characters on MMOs that wear next to nothing and here I am barely clothed like a stripper and embarrassed. How in the world is this possible? I'm like an anime Catholic nun stripper. God, I'm such a pervert.” He commented and sighed. One would wonder why he was called Lust by his friends from time to time. He did enjoy his sweet, soft voice talking to himself.  

"Now that we have given you magic and your costume, go to your new phone and join the group chat!This is where you communicate with other magical girls just like you! Your username on that chat is your magical girl name! Understand? Now say hello! Don't be shy!"

He entered the chat with the old relic of a phone. His chibi character appeared in a lobby room. There were already three characters. 

[i]”Designa. Ebony Jewel. Milky Star Melodia.”[/i] 

They must be other magical girls. He looked at his username on the chat. 

[i]”Evening Star, Eve”[/i] 

His name was now Eve, which means life in many cultures. It would be a fitting name for your standard healer character. He hesitated for a second before finally responding to the others in the room. 

“Hello? How is everyone doing this evening? It seems a little surreal to be here, doesn't it?” 

He led with an open ended question to strike up a conversation and to start figuring out who the other girls are. He felt that since they were going to be teammates to save the world from evil monsters, he should try to get to know them at least and possibly learn about their abilities. Though, he hasn't realized his own abilities yet. Everything was going by so fast. He still can't believe that he is a girl now. He still can't believe he's soft. He still stop feeling embarrassed about this experience. He still can't stop his lingering, perverted thoughts. His mind was still racing between answers, pleasures, joy, and shock. How can women deal with these overwhelming thoughts circulating about in their heads?