If anyone heard those transformation words, he felt he might have to silence them.
The transformation incantation took effect.
Light enveloped his body, his height shrank drastically, and his male underwear slid to the ground.
His hair grew wildly down to his thighs.
A black dress covered his skin.
The wand transformed into a two-handed model.
The light faded, and Song Wuli was gone, replaced by the magical girl Yinlin.
The first thing after transforming was to check her crotch again—no “bird” there.
She checked more carefully, confirming what she hadn’t last time.
Holy crap, the transformation was thorough—there was a seam.
New questions popped up, and she asked, “Do magical girls need to poop or pee?”
She didn’t feel any urge now.
Diamond: “No need.”
She continued, “If there’s no need, why do I have these organs?”
Diamond: “I don’t know.”
She asked a question every magical girl fan was curious about: “Can magical girls get pregnant?”
Diamond paused: “Yes.”
“What?” Yinlin was shocked. “I thought you’d say you don’t know, but you said yes? Any examples?”
Diamond: “There are.”
Yinlin: “Who?”
Diamond: “It’s a secret.”
Yinlin: “A secret from me? Treating me like an outsider?”
Diamond: “A secret. Can’t tell.”
Yinlin touched her chest—soft, a great feeling.
For academic purposes, she asked, “If I get injured now, like a hole punched through my chest, what happens when I revert? My male body doesn’t have these organs.”
Diamond: “Injuries carry over. Your original body and magical girl body are essentially the same.”
“What about organs my original body has but this one doesn’t? Like, my ‘thing.’ If it gets injured or, say, gets cauliflower, what happens to my magical girl body?”
“Uh… that’s beyond my knowledge,” Diamond admitted, stumped.
“One more question. If my original body—”
“Shut up already,” Diamond snapped, getting emotional.
“As a magical girl, can you stop being so vulgar?”
Yinlin shrugged: “It’s a scientific inquiry. How is that vulgar? Why are you seeing academic research through dirty lenses?”
Seeing Diamond didn’t want to continue, Yinlin dropped it for now, planning to revisit later.
The priority was flying—the most basic magical girl skill, one she had to master.
Diamond began explaining flight.
Magical girls had two flight methods.
One used the wand, ideal for those who couldn’t fly with magic or wanted to save energy.
Wand flight didn’t consume the magical girl’s magic.
The second method was self-powered flight, using their own magic, not relying on the wand.
This was the basis for aerial combat.
Only self-flying magical girls could excel in air battles; otherwise, they were grounded chickens.
Diamond started guiding her.
It relied on imagination—picturing herself flying.
Diamond set high expectations, believing she could handle the tougher method.
Sadly, Yinlin failed to fly on her own.
After an hour of trying, she gave up and switched to wand-based flight.
She placed the elongated wand between her legs, like riding a bike.
Diamond hesitated but didn’t warn her, letting her proceed.
Within a minute, the wand reacted, surging forward.
Yinlin’s lower body got caught, dragged a few meters before she lost her grip and fell.
Now she understood why witches sat sideways on brooms—experience from predecessors.
She got up, brushed off the dirt, and fixed her hair and appearance.
This time, she sat sideways on the wand, holding both sides firmly, and took off, flying a few seconds at one meter high.
She fell again, this time backward.
One major downside of wand flight was balance—both side-to-side and front-to-back.
Diamond kept teaching, holding back some intentions it didn’t voice.
It was testing Yinlin’s abilities.
Watching Yinlin grow accustomed to wand flight, maintaining balance at two meters high, Diamond felt pleased.
It coughed a few times, spitting blood.
After half an hour of practice, Yinlin could fly at human running speed in low altitude, nearly falling but always catching her balance.
Another half hour, and she was flying fairly normally.
She scooped up Diamond, and they soared to a few hundred meters above the city.
A breeze brushed her cheeks, lifting her silver hair.
Her dress fluttered in the wind.
As she flew, she even pulled off stunts, rolling in the air.
She could jump off, let the wand catch her, and resume flying.
Like a free silver fairy or a dolphin tumbling in the sea.
Once she stabilized, Diamond finally spoke.
“Actually, normal flight training doesn’t work like this. You’re supposed to learn to control the wand in the air first, then learn to fly.”
Yinlin: “So what’s my deal?”
Diamond: “You’re a genius, perfect for being a magical girl. I had you learn flight and wand control at the same time, and you mastered both in no time.”
Yinlin: “Is that hard? It didn’t feel that tough.”
Diamond: “It’s very hard. Most magical girls take days to learn, and some never do.”
They flew a bit more before landing.
She wasn’t ready to stop, but it was getting late.
After landing, Yinlin tested something, tossing the wand a few meters away.
With a thought and a gesture, the wand flew back to her hand.
She threw it again, stepped back nearly a hundred meters, and with another thought and gesture, the wand took longer but returned.
Any farther, and it didn’t work.
This was the “wand control” Diamond mentioned.
Normally, magical girls first learned to manipulate their wand in the air, controlling its movements freely.
Only then did they learn to fly on it.
Diamond had tested her by combining both, and she nailed it in one go.
Truly the innate holy body of a magical girl.
Even Yinlin started to wonder—was it true?
Was she really suited to be a magical girl?
A once-in-a-millennium genius?