I never thought I’d miss my own body.

One second, I was Nyxara, Demon Lord of the Seventh Hell, basking in the adoration of my court. The next—I woke up in a pastel nightmare. Pink frills, pigtails, and a wand that sparkles every time I sneeze.

And her—Mimi, the plump little magical girl with cheeks like cherries—is out there, wearing me like a stolen gown. I can feel her—somewhere in the back of my mind—giggling as she commands my legions.

I tried to summon fire. Instead, I cast ‘Healing Hug.’

Now, standing in front of the mirror, I glare at this soft, jiggly form. My hips sway when I walk. My voice squeaks. And worst of all? The Lightbound girls keep calling me ‘leader’ and hugging me.

But I’m starting to notice something… unsettling. When they touch me, my body responds. Not with disgust.

With warmth.

And worse—when I think of her, out there, using my voice to command, my body to seduce… I don’t feel rage.

I feel… curious.

A knock at the door.

‘Nyx? You okay? We’re about to fight the Eclipse Cult’s outpost!’ It’s Lila, Mimi’s best friend. She thinks I’m Mimi.

I take a breath.

Do I play along?

Or do I show them what a real magical girl looks like?