“88…”
“88…”
“88…
Ah, here it is.”
After walking for a few minutes, Arcana finally arrived in front of Transformation Room 88.
She pushed the door open, stepped inside, and after closing the door, it locked automatically.
At the same time, a broadcast voice rang out within the room.
“Student No.
133, please lie down directly into the container in the center of the room; there is no need to take off your clothes or shoes.”
“Please place the clothes your parents prepared for you on the table nearby; do not bring them into the container, unless you want to move into the dormitory naked after the transformation is over.”
The broadcast repeated twice.
Arcana placed the gift box on the table.
There was a stool under the table, and a full-length mirror stood beside it.
Arcana looked at himself in the full-length mirror.
Staring into his own eyes in the mirror, he whispered, “Goodbye…”
Then he turned around and lay directly into the black ‘coffin.’
The container slowly sealed shut, and as he lay there, a buzzing sound began to fill his ears, accompanied by the beeping of mechanical equipment.
An intense drowsiness gradually washed over him, bringing him into a drunken dreamland.
…
He was walking down a pitch-black corridor.
He was very dazed, walking aimlessly through the long hallway.
Gradually, he felt his body become light, lighter and lighter, and his speed grew faster and faster, as if he were flying.
‘Maybe…
I’ve become Superman?
A body of steel?’
But the pitch-black corridor seemed to have no end; no matter how fast he flew, he couldn’t see the finish, only a bottomless darkness.
‘How much longer is this corridor?’
‘When will I reach the end?’
Doubt began to sprout in his heart.
Suddenly, he felt his weightless body abruptly grow heavy, and his entire being slammed into the ground under the inertia of his rapid flight.
‘What happened?’
‘Just now…
what was that?’
Just as he was wondering, a golden light suddenly pierced through the darkness ahead.
He raised his head and looked toward the darkness; a tall and majestic figure walked slowly out from that piercing golden light.
But for some reason, a different thought crossed his mind.
‘No, that’s not golden light; that’s darkness.’
‘That is a profound, bottomless darkness.’
In the next second, the golden light covered that majestic figure and also obscured his vision.
…
The hum of the equipment.
A rapid, rhythmic beeping.
And…
a heavy body.
Is the transformation…
over?
Waking up, Arcana wanted to get up, but her body felt so heavy that she didn’t want to move…
“Student No.
133, please take note: the transformation has ended.
The transformation has ended.
The transformation has ended.”
“A heavy body and fatigue are normal phenomena; please strive to overcome them and leave the container.”
It’s over…
the transformation.
So, am I a Witch now?
A…
girl now.
Arcana struggled to overcome the heaviness of her body and sat up in the container, grabbing its edge and using her hands to push herself up.
She stood up with great effort, using the edge of the container for support as she stumbled out, then leaned against the table and stood before the full-length mirror.
She raised her head and looked into the mirror.
A girl with long wine-red hair and crimson eyes as bright as fire appeared.
Part of the girl’s long hair draped down, covering that handful of snowy white.
She examined herself in the mirror; her figure was slightly youthful but already showing potential, her face was exquisite and cute, and her cheeks were flushed red.
“This is…
me?”
She stood barefoot before the mirror for a long time until a breeze from nowhere brushed against her delicate body.
Only then did she suddenly realize she was naked.
Thus, she struggled to overcome the heaviness of her body, opened the gift box on the table, and took out the items of clothing Mother Starshine had prepared.
A white long-sleeved shirt and a black long-sleeved lady’s blazer.
A red pleated mini-skirt with dark stripes that divided it into a grid pattern.
Also…
a pair of black stockings and a pair of black round-toed leather shoes.
Finally, a pure white camisole and a pair of pure white cotton panties.
Arcana took a deep breath and, following the way her mother had taught her in her Remembrance, put on the white camisole.
Arcana struggled a bit when reaching behind her back to fasten the buttons, but after several attempts, she successfully secured them.
Next came the panties, followed by the rest of the clothes one by one.
After finally pulling on the stockings and stepping into the leather shoes, Arcana stood before the mirror again, looking at her refreshed self in the new clothes.
So beautiful…
so cute.
Moreover, the combination of this hair and eye color reminded her of a certain Mageworlder from an online game in her past life.
Except for the chest, it was practically a one-to-one replica.
Looking down, she could barely see the tips of her toes.
She felt very curious.
How did her mother know her measurements and body size?
All the underwear and clothing fit exceptionally well, especially the upper body underwear.
The wide band encircling her underbust, the two straps crossing her shoulders, and the gentle sense of being enveloped by the soft fabric on her chest.
Not too tight, not too loose—just right.
This feeling gave her an inexplicable sense of security and comfort.
Then there were the thigh-high black stockings that extended to the upper-middle part of her thighs.
The sensation of this delicate fabric tightly wrapping her legs was something she had never experienced, yet it was strangely comfortable.
The fabric of the shirt and the short skirt were also so fine and soft; to her, they felt far more comfortable than the men’s clothing she used to wear.
Girls’ clothes…
are so comfortable to wear.
Arcana couldn’t help but think.
She tried raising her right hand to tuck the long hair beside her cheek behind her ear.
Performing this feminine action made Arcana’s cheeks flush slightly.
She noticed that the gift box Mother Starshine prepared didn’t contain any hair ties or hair accessories, but it did have a comb.
Perhaps Mother Starshine preferred the look of her with her hair down?
Looking at the comb in her hand, Arcana tried to comb her hair.
Ugh…
she didn’t know how, not at all!
Sitting on the stool, Arcana looked helpless; she didn’t know how to comb hair…
She would just wait for her mother to come.
For the time that followed, Arcana sat on the stool, staring blankly at herself in the mirror.
She completely forgot what her mother had mentioned earlier about using these 15 minutes to explore and familiarize herself with her body.
When Arcana heard the door open, she turned her head and saw her mother entering the room.
Before she could speak, Luna said first, “When you sit down wearing a short skirt, you should tuck the skirt under you.”
“If you sit directly on the stool with only your panties in between, be careful not to catch a cold.”
“Ah?
Oh…
okay!”
Arcana immediately stood up, smoothed the hem of the skirt behind her with both hands, and sat on it.
Luna walked up behind her daughter and took the comb from her hand, her smile very bright.
This was the second time her mother, Luna, had shown such a brilliant and happy smile.
The first time was when her mother heard her decision to become a Witch.
“So beautiful.”
Luna praised, “Your mother’s taste in picking clothes is just better than mine.”
“You inherited your mother’s hair color and my eye color.
Heh, your development is also very good; remember to wear a dedicated sports bra when you exercise in the future.”
“Um…”
Arcana blushed and softly agreed, watching her mother comb through her hair with great speed.
Then, Luna patted her on the back.
“Alright, let’s go.
We can’t stay in the Transformation Room for too long.”
“Okay!”
Arcana put the comb back in the gift box, closed it, held the box to her chest with both hands, and walked out of the Transformation Room with her mother.
Next…
was moving into the Academy Dormitory.
From now on, she was a Witch.
So, could she start learning magic now?
Suddenly, she was filled with anticipation for her future life.