### Chapter 1: Seeds of a New Life
âA... wish?â the young boy repeated, his innocent eyes wide with a blend of curiosity and trepidation.
The alleyway he sat in was narrow, dimly lit, and filled with the nauseating scent of decaying garbage. It was a perfect encapsulation of how he feltâdiscarded and unseen by the rest of the world. Within that bleak solitude, a strange white creature had approached him. Its round, red eyes contrasted sharply with its small, feline-like body, and what was even more bizarreâit spoke.
âYes, Matthew, a wish,â the creature chirped, its voice light yet deceptive. âFrom the depths of your heart, wish for something true, and I will make it happen.â
Matthew Brown, a boy no older than fourteen, was a fragile figure. His family had always treated him as the baby, and his slight build did little to earn him respect from other children. If only he could be seen as more mature, more confidentâperhaps then he wouldn't feel so overlooked.
After a moment of intense thought, Matthew made his decision. âKyubey, I... I want to be more mature. More confident! Someone people respect and look up to!â His voice trembled with hope and desperation, baring his deepest desire to the creature.
Without warning, a glowing yellow orb emerged from Matthew's chest, lighting up the alleyway. As the orb settled in his hands, it dispersed, leaving behind an egg-shaped gem cradled in a golden stand.
âWhatâs this, Kyubey?â Matthew asked, but the creature was nowhere to be seen. âWhere did heâOw!â
In his confusion, Matthew dropped the gem, feeling a strange, phantom pain as it hit the ground. Quickly glancing around, he saw it had rolled underneath an overfilled garbage bin. After much effort and stretching, he managed to retrieve the gem, only to realize his perspective had changed.
âIâm taller?â he muttered in disbelief, noticing that his eye level had risen significantly.
As he inspected his altered body, his limbs began to expand. However, the growth didnât result in the muscular frame he had imagined. His limbs became more slender, and his skin smoother than ever before. Panic set in as his chest started to swell, a clear sign that his transformation was not heading in the direction he had hoped.
âKyubey!â Matthew shouted, feeling helpless as his body continued to morph. âUndo my wish! I donât want to be a girl!â
Yet, there was no response. His clothes began to alter too, becoming tighter and more feminine. The once-loose pants now clung to his legs before turning into a delicate skirt. His shirt, now a blouse, emphasized the unfamiliar curves of his body.
Inside, turmoil reigned. But perhaps the final nail in the coffin was when his voice, attempting to call out to the absent Kyubey, sank into a gentle, melodious toneâa woman's voice.
### Chapter 2: The Born Mami
In the days that followed, Matthew, now Mami, grappled with an overwhelming reality. The wish had fundamentally altered her existence, leaving her trapped in the body and life of a young girlâTomoe Mami. But rather than erasing his memories, the transformation enforced a new behavior: Mami could only act as herself when alone. Around others, she was compelled to adopt the persona of a kind, cheerful, and gentle girl.
On the surface, Mami Tomoe became a paragon of grace and dignity. Though a beacon of courage to her peers, she harbored a deep loneliness and a secret longing for companionship, especially from fellow Magical Girls like herself. She always appeared strong, but her heart yearned for allies in her constant battle against Witches.
âWould you like some tea, Madoka?â Mami asked softly, pouring carefully from an ornate teapot.
âYes, thank you, Miss Mami,â Madoka Kaname replied with a gentle smile. âYou always make everything seem so elegant.â
Underneath her serene exterior, Mami felt a pang of isolation. Her new life had become centered around taking care of others, mentoring new Magical Girls, and fighting evil, cloaking her own struggles.
Yet, despite her new abilities and strengths, the isolation felt stifling. Living alone in her family's now empty mansion, the silence there was a harsh reminder of what she'd lost in the transformation. Every room echoed with fragments of a life that was never hers, and the missing warmth left a void she could never fill on her own.
### Chapter 3: Confrontation
âIs something wrong, Mami?â Kyubey asked, its sudden reappearance startling her.
Mami spun around, her hand instinctively reaching for a hidden weapon. Relaxing upon seeing her supposed ally, she forced a smile. âThere you are, Kyubey. Where did you go earlier?â
âI was scouting the area,â Kyubey answered nonchalantly. âNothing unusual.â
âI see. Iâll go look elsewhere then,â she said, her voice firm even as she turned to leave the alleyway.
But behind the facade, Mami seethed. She had been deceived by this creature, and her life had taken on a form she couldn't escape. Despite her growing resentment, a deep part of her acknowledged that the changes had brought good as well. She was now someone people admired, even if it wasnât in the way she had hoped.
As Mami walked through the quiet streets, the weight of her dual life pressed heavily on her. Though her outward demeanor was that of composure and grace, the solitude she felt was inescapable.
In the newfound quiet of her home, Mami allowed herself to be Matthew once again, if only for a fleeting moment. The reflection in the mirror showed a beautiful, poised girl, but she searched deep within the golden irises, looking for remnants of the boy she once was.
âNo matter what, I must continue,â Mami whispered to herself. She wiped a lingering tear, steadying her resolve. âI will fight, and I will protect, even if I must do it alone.â
Whether as Matthew or Mami, her wish had granted her an undeniable strength. It brought her an acceptance she had craved, but at a cost she could never have predicted. And so, often with a heavy heart, Mami Tomoe prepared to face each new day, bound by her wish yet empowered by the resilience forged in the fires of hardship.
This story was generated by user codepercy with assistance by one of OpenAIâs large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
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Prompt: Wishing for Maturity this story take place in The anime puella magi madokaâmagica so any thing about mimi is know true for the young boy. âA... wish?â the young boy repeated. He had been sitting in an alleyway, hidden from the rest of society, when a strange white animal came up to him. Whatâs more, it could talk. Apparently, it called itself Kyubey, and it was searching for unhappy people to make their wishes come true. âIndeed, Matthew,â Kyubey chirped. âWish for something from the bottom of your heart, and I will make that wish come true.â Matthew thought for a bit. If he wanted, he could become rich and famous. But was that what he really wanted? If there was one thing he really wanted to change about himself, it was that people around him never took him seriously, due to his short stature and meek personality. Even his family, from his parents to his older siblings, still talked down to him. He hated it. And so, he made up his mind. âKyubey, I... I want to be more mature. More confident! Someone people respect and look up to!â he said, baring his heart to the strange creature. Immediately after Matthew finished making his wish, a glowing yellow orb rose out of his chest, filling the alleyway with light. As it settled in his hands the orb dispersed, revealing an egg-shaped gem with a golden stand wrapping around it. âWhatâs this, Kyubey?â he asked. However, Kyubey was nowhere to be seen. âWhereâd he go... Oww!â Matthew had absentmindedly dropped the gem. But when it hit the ground, it almost felt like he was the one who had hit the ground instead, somehow. What was that thing? When the pain subsided he scanned the ground for the gem, not wanting something like that to happen again. However, he couldnât find it anywhere. Had it rolled off somewhere? The only thing it could have gone under was the large garbage bin nearby. He got on the floor and peeked under, and there it was. Worse, it had rolled all the way to the far end, right next to the wall. He got back up on his feet and tried to move the bin out of the way, but the wheels were stuck from neglect and it was filled up too full for him to push it. Going back down he held his arm out under the bin as far as he could, but it was out of reach. He tried stretching his arm out further, waving it back and forth to try and touch the gem for even a moment. It took what felt like minutes, but he finally managed to brush it with his fingers, rolling it forward into his hand. He stood back up and stretched his back, his body numb from lying on the floor for so long. However, he noticed something was off. When he walked up to the bin earlier, he had been barely taller than it. If he wanted to look inside, he would have had to stand on tiptoe to do it. But now, his upper body was well over the top of the bin. It was even a bit dizzying, viewing the ground from higher than usual. âIâm taller?â he muttered. Right, this must be his wish taking effect! He looked at his arms and legs, enjoying how much longer they were now. No wonder he was able to grab the jewel back then. With his new height, there was no way people would underestimate him anymore! He was still a bit bony, though. And heâd have to get new clothes too, his old ones were way too tight now. In the meantime he just untied his laces and popped open the button on his shorts. Heâd have to bear with the draft on his legs and stomach for now. One of his gripes was quickly addressed though, as his arms and legs began expanding slowly right before his eyes. This must be the muscles growing, he thought. But all too soon, the growth in his arms stopped much to his disappointment. It was a step up from his old scrawny self, but they still didnât look very manly. And wasnât his skin too smooth? There was barely any hair like his dad and older brother had. Did that come later? His legs, however, hadnât stopped growing at all. Rather, they were swelling up even faster than before. Not with pure muscle like he had hoped, but in a more chubby way. He frowned. Surely this wasnât what he had in mind when he wanted to be more mature? His new limbs looked somewhat familiar, though... But any rationalizations he could make were automatically shut down when he saw his chest starting to swell up. It then finally hit him where heâd seen arms and legs like this before. They looked just like his older sisterâs! âKyubey!â he yelled, panic setting in. âUndo my wish! I donât wanna be a girl!â However, there was no response from anyone. Where was Kyubey, anyway? Maybe it was just hiding somewhere, watching him panic. Why had he trusted that freaky thing in the first place? He looked down helplessly at his growing chest, bouncing about as he moved around. Desperately he tried to push them back into his body, letting out a moan at how sensitive they were. Even then he kept pressing on them, trying to ignore his rod growing firmer and firmer from the sensations he was receiving. His efforts were futile however, as flesh continued to spill out between the gaps in his fingers, forcing his hands back until they were now pushing upward rather than horizontally. Hoard3r's avatar Hoard3r Feb 28, 2023 W LITERATURE Wishing for Maturity (Tomoe Mami TG) Deviation Actions Literature Text Wishing for Maturity 1 âA... wish?â the young boy repeated. He had been sitting in an alleyway, hidden from the rest of society, when a strange white animal came up to him. Whatâs more, it could talk. Apparently, it called itself Kyubey, and it was searching for unhappy people to make their wishes come true. âIndeed, Matthew,â Kyubey chirped. âWish for something from the bottom of your heart, and I will make that wish come true.â Matthew thought for a bit. If he wanted, he could become rich and famous. But was that what he really wanted? If there was one thing he really wanted to change about himself, it was that people around him never took him seriously, due to his short stature and meek personality. Even his family, from his parents to his older siblings, still talked down to him. He hated it. And so, he made up his mind. âKyubey, I... I want to be more mature. More confident! Someone people respect and look up to!â he said, baring his heart to the strange creature. Immediately after Matthew finished making his wish, a glowing yellow orb rose out of his chest, filling the alleyway with light. As it settled in his hands the orb dispersed, revealing an egg-shaped gem with a golden stand wrapping around it. âWhatâs this, Kyubey?â he asked. However, Kyubey was nowhere to be seen. âWhereâd he go... Oww!â Matthew had absentmindedly dropped the gem. But when it hit the ground, it almost felt like he was the one who had hit the ground instead, somehow. What was that thing? When the pain subsided he scanned the ground for the gem, not wanting something like that to happen again. However, he couldnât find it anywhere. Had it rolled off somewhere? The only thing it could have gone under was the large garbage bin nearby. He got on the floor and peeked under, and there it was. Worse, it had rolled all the way to the far end, right next to the wall. He got back up on his feet and tried to move the bin out of the way, but the wheels were stuck from neglect and it was filled up too full for him to push it. Going back down he held his arm out under the bin as far as he could, but it was out of reach. He tried stretching his arm out further, waving it back and forth to try and touch the gem for even a moment. It took what felt like minutes, but he finally managed to brush it with his fingers, rolling it forward into his hand. He stood back up and stretched his back, his body numb from lying on the floor for so long. However, he noticed something was off. When he walked up to the bin earlier, he had been barely taller than it. If he wanted to look inside, he would have had to stand on tiptoe to do it. But now, his upper body was well over the top of the bin. It was even a bit dizzying, viewing the ground from higher than usual. âIâm taller?â he muttered. Right, this must be his wish taking effect! He looked at his arms and legs, enjoying how much longer they were now. No wonder he was able to grab the jewel back then. With his new height, there was no way people would underestimate him anymore! He was still a bit bony, though. And heâd have to get new clothes too, his old ones were way too tight now. In the meantime he just untied his laces and popped open the button on his shorts. Heâd have to bear with the draft on his legs and stomach for now. One of his gripes was quickly addressed though, as his arms and legs began expanding slowly right before his eyes. This must be the muscles growing, he thought. But all too soon, the growth in his arms stopped much to his disappointment. It was a step up from his old scrawny self, but they still didnât look very manly. And wasnât his skin too smooth? There was barely any hair like his dad and older brother had. Did that come later? His legs, however, hadnât stopped growing at all. Rather, they were swelling up even faster than before. Not with pure muscle like he had hoped, but in a more chubby way. He frowned. Surely this wasnât what he had in mind when he wanted to be more mature? His new limbs looked somewhat familiar, though... But any rationalizations he could make were automatically shut down when he saw his chest starting to swell up. It then finally hit him where heâd seen arms and legs like this before. They looked just like his older sisterâs! âKyubey!â he yelled, panic setting in. âUndo my wish! I donât wanna be a girl!â However, there was no response from anyone. Where was Kyubey, anyway? Maybe it was just hiding somewhere, watching him panic. Why had he trusted that freaky thing in the first place? He looked down helplessly at his growing chest, bouncing about as he moved around. Desperately he tried to push them back into his body, letting out a moan at how sensitive they were. Even then he kept pressing on them, trying to ignore his rod growing firmer and firmer from the sensations he was receiving. His efforts were futile however, as flesh continued to spill out between the gaps in his fingers, forcing his hands back until they were now pushing upward rather than horizontally. The rough texture of his shirt was getting too much for him to handle. He yanked it up, letting his breasts drop out and hang freely. To his horror, a brassiere quickly appeared around them, snugly wrapping his chest. âWhat the...â He fumbled with the clasps on his back, but was unable to remove the undergarment. âCome on, get off already!â Finally realizing he needed outside help, he gave up on trying to get the bra off and pushed his shirt down. He started heading for the alleyway entrance when a sharp pain shot through his head, bringing him to a halt. âAagh!â He clutched at his temples, this time careful not to drop the gem on the ground. As the gem touched his head it morphed into a hairclip, the yellow gem and the gold casing both taking the shape of a five-petaled flower. A bright yellow slowly flowed out from the accessory over his natural brown hair. It was cut too short for him to notice, but already it was beginning to get longer. The pain in his head was gone as quickly as it came. He tried to recall what he was trying to do earlier. Right, he had to get help! But then he hesitated. Who could he even get help from? Strangers would just think he was crazy. Mom and Dad? But they died years ago in that car crash when he was a little girl... Matthwi shook his head. No, no, no! Even his memories were becoming someone elseâs! He tried his hardest to remember himself, but everything seemed to jumble together. What did his parents look like, again? Where did he live? What school did he go to? Every question had two answers now, leaving him struggling to tell which ones were real. But then his mental turmoil was pushed aside by the more pressing matter of his rear against his shorts. He reached behind, feeling his butt swelling out and dwarfing his hands just like his front did earlier. His shorts and briefs were even starting to tear from how big it was getting, until they finally burst open with a loud snap. However, his shorts immediately reformed around his waist as a yellow miniskirt. Underneath, his briefs had also followed suit and turned into a pair of panties. Aside from the confused bulge hidden under his clothes, there was no mistaking his lower half as anything but a girlâs now. âCome on! This thing wonât come off too!â he wailed, yanking at the skirt to try and get it off him. Or at least to cover more of his legs. Even his school uniform didnât make him wear one this short! However, the skirt refused to budge in the slightest, even when he tried to tear it. He lifted it up, staring at the hard outline against his underwear. Slowly, he moved his hand down and dragged his fingers up its length, his body jolting from the sensation. It wasnât his first time touching himself, and yet somehow- âWhy does it feel so... good? ...Whoa!â Matthi was suddenly thrown off balance as his feet were lifted off the ground from behind. Stumbling around, he tried to regain his balance, but his feet wouldnât go flat on the ground no matter how hard he pushed them down. He pressed himself up against the wall to stop his wobbling, weirded out by the feeling of his boobs pressing back against him. Bending his leg up behind him, he was able to see what was messing up his footing. Spiking out from the back of his sneakers were a pair of hard white protrusions. If they could be called sneakers anymore. Parts like the tongue and laces had vanished, leaving the top of his shoes a uniform surface that went up to his calves. Their color had even changed to a striking combination of yellow and brown, matching his skirt. âI even have girl shoes now?â he complained. Beneath his boots, his socks, now mauve with white stripes, hungrily climbed up his legs. They only stopped when they were a few inches from his skirt, pushing into his thighs slightly. He turned around to lean his back against the wall, gingerly touching his new legs. Like many boys, heâd always wanted to enjoy a girl up close. Soon he was rubbing and groping them harder, feeling his fingers sink into the meat of his thighs and guiltily enjoying how nice the fabric of his stockings felt. âUrghh... Mmhh...â he grunted, biting his lips to keep his moans from leaking out in case someone was near. Matthi couldnât see it, but his face which was previously unaffected by the growth spurt was now maturing as well. His cheeks turned rosier, his lips puffed out, his nose shrank slightly. There was a faint sweetness in his mouth as it became coated with a layer of gloss. He briefly rubbed his eyes as they itched, widening and turning a brilliant golden hue. However, he barely registered any of his face changing, even as more bits of light makeup started applying itself on him. He was far too busy playing with himself. âAhh... Yes, ohhhh...â His hands had moved from his legs to his chest and his cock. He pulled and squeezed on them while shamelessly voicing his arousal, having forgotten about trying to keep quiet. Yet even after minutes of play he was unable to achieve release, his body only able to heat up more and more. He knew he shouldnât be doing this out in public. After all, heâd only played with his breasts in the privacy of his room before. But it felt way too good... âHnngg.. Oh goddd.... Wha-?â Something ticked the back of his neck and he jumped away from the wall, but there was nothing there. Even so, it was just enough to take him out of his aroused stupor. He kicked himself mentally, disgusted with how depraved he had been acting just now. Almost like he was possessed in that moment. He had failed to realize how he was standing in heels perfectly now, though. The brushing feeling returned and he reached behind, pulling out locks of wavy blonde hair which had finally grown long enough for him to notice. Even then, they were still lengthening and slipping through his fingers. His bangs and sidelocks were also growing, framing his face nicely. He tried to pull the hair off, hoping it was just a wig, but it was stuck firmly to his scalp. His hair was then whisked out of his hands, flying behind him into two bunches and tugging on the back of his head as they were wound into large coils. He poked one with his hand, bewildered at how it was staying in place. âThese things look ridiculous... Huh? My voice!â Mathiâs voice had sunk in pitch just barely enough to make him sound like someoneâs mother or older sister. It had actually happened earlier, but he had been too distracted to notice his girlish moans. He tried to force his voice to go lower, only to strain his throat and end up in a coughing fit. While clearing his throat, he realized that his wish was in fact being granted. He now looked and sounded mature, just not in the way he wanted! âKyubey! I didnât mean it like that! Come back!â As he pleaded his shirt began to undergo metamorphosis as well, turning pure white and gaining additional fabric below to cover him properly. The ends of his sleeves tightened around his arms while the rest of the sleeve puffed out, straps going around the base of his arms to prevent the rest of his shirt from loosening as well. The front of his shirt then split open and buttoned itself back together, from the bottom up to the top where a stiff collar now encircled his neck. A brown corset materialized around his waist, forcing his back straight. The buckles on the front suddenly pulled tight, knocking the wind out of him as they pinched his waist to the limit. âEep! Too tight!â he wheezed, trying to get his breath back. He attempted to loosen the corsetâs grip on his stomach, but the buckles predictably wouldnât give way. Like the rest of his clothes the corset was also stuck on him, accentuating his large breasts and hourglass figure that girls would kill to have. He knew that all too well, given all the gossiping heâd overheard from girls jealous of his figure. Wait, what? It was now time for the final touches on Mathiâs outfit. Fingerless gloves wrapped around his hands, which were then partially covered by a pair of detached sleeves that went nearly all the way to his blouse. A yellow ribbon tied itself around his neck, and a mauve cap with a ball of white fur landed on his head. His costume was complete, and soon his mind and body would follow suit. All that was left of Mahiâs original body was the one thing suggesting he was still a man. However, it was soon to be no more as well. His cock, which had been straining against his panties for long enough, began its transformation as well. Feeling the stimulus from his crotch again, he raised his skirt only to be greeted with his dick shrinking before his eyes. He frantically reached inside to grab it, but it just slid out from his fingers again. Soon the tip was all that was sticking out. âNo! Stop! Aaahh!â he cried, trying to grab hold of some part of it to pull it back out. However, he accidentally stuck his finger inside the hole, widening it into an undeniably female slit which his balls vanished into without a single trace. He reached deeper inside, trying to salvage something of his manhood, but all it did was push him further towards climax. âAhh! No! I donât wanna be a girlllllll!â He rocked his head back, grunting as his new sex gave its first discharge. His panties were soiled for an instant, then the evidence that he had done anything out of the ordinary was erased. So this was what a girlâs orgasm felt like... but it wasnât the first time heâd had one, though? Or was it? Tears began rolling down Mahiâs face, the former boy realizing his transformation was almost complete. Kyubey had tricked him! His identity had been stolen from him and he was trapped in this girlâs body. But then his head began to throb, aiming to utterly erase any lingering trace of his old mind. Memories of boyhood disappeared, replaced with ones of growing up as a girl. New information flooded his brain, covering cakes, tea, fashion, school, Puella Magi, Witches, magic and so on... âMy head... Stop... Please...â He stood still, staring blankly at the wall as the flow of tears slowly came to a halt. After several minutes, the girl was finally snapped back to reality. Mami wiped the tears off her cheeks. Even after years of doing it, working as a Puella Magi all alone was tough as always. She tried to appear strong in front of Kyubey, but when by herself the loneliness at times became too much to bear. It was selfish of her, but sometimes she wished she could have trusted friends to fight alongside. Unfortunately, sheâd already used her own wish to save her life all those years ago... âIs something wrong, Mami?â Kyubey asked. Mami spun around, ready to pull her weapon. However, she relaxed her stance upon recognizing the familiar creature. Hoard3r's avatar Hoard3r Feb 28, 2023 W LITERATURE Wishing for Maturity (Tomoe Mami TG) Deviation Actions Literature Text Wishing for Maturity 1 âA... wish?â the young boy repeated. He had been sitting in an alleyway, hidden from the rest of society, when a strange white animal came up to him. Whatâs more, it could talk. Apparently, it called itself Kyubey, and it was searching for unhappy people to make their wishes come true. âIndeed, Matthew,â Kyubey chirped. âWish for something from the bottom of your heart, and I will make that wish come true.â Matthew thought for a bit. If he wanted, he could become rich and famous. But was that what he really wanted? If there was one thing he really wanted to change about himself, it was that people around him never took him seriously, due to his short stature and meek personality. Even his family, from his parents to his older siblings, still talked down to him. He hated it. And so, he made up his mind. âKyubey, I... I want to be more mature. More confident! Someone people respect and look up to!â he said, baring his heart to the strange creature. Immediately after Matthew finished making his wish, a glowing yellow orb rose out of his chest, filling the alleyway with light. As it settled in his hands the orb dispersed, revealing an egg-shaped gem with a golden stand wrapping around it. âWhatâs this, Kyubey?â he asked. However, Kyubey was nowhere to be seen. âWhereâd he go... Oww!â Matthew had absentmindedly dropped the gem. But when it hit the ground, it almost felt like he was the one who had hit the ground instead, somehow. What was that thing? When the pain subsided he scanned the ground for the gem, not wanting something like that to happen again. However, he couldnât find it anywhere. Had it rolled off somewhere? The only thing it could have gone under was the large garbage bin nearby. He got on the floor and peeked under, and there it was. Worse, it had rolled all the way to the far end, right next to the wall. He got back up on his feet and tried to move the bin out of the way, but the wheels were stuck from neglect and it was filled up too full for him to push it. Going back down he held his arm out under the bin as far as he could, but it was out of reach. He tried stretching his arm out further, waving it back and forth to try and touch the gem for even a moment. It took what felt like minutes, but he finally managed to brush it with his fingers, rolling it forward into his hand. He stood back up and stretched his back, his body numb from lying on the floor for so long. However, he noticed something was off. When he walked up to the bin earlier, he had been barely taller than it. If he wanted to look inside, he would have had to stand on tiptoe to do it. But now, his upper body was well over the top of the bin. It was even a bit dizzying, viewing the ground from higher than usual. âIâm taller?â he muttered. Right, this must be his wish taking effect! He looked at his arms and legs, enjoying how much longer they were now. No wonder he was able to grab the jewel back then. With his new height, there was no way people would underestimate him anymore! He was still a bit bony, though. And heâd have to get new clothes too, his old ones were way too tight now. In the meantime he just untied his laces and popped open the button on his shorts. Heâd have to bear with the draft on his legs and stomach for now. One of his gripes was quickly addressed though, as his arms and legs began expanding slowly right before his eyes. This must be the muscles growing, he thought. But all too soon, the growth in his arms stopped much to his disappointment. It was a step up from his old scrawny self, but they still didnât look very manly. And wasnât his skin too smooth? There was barely any hair like his dad and older brother had. Did that come later? His legs, however, hadnât stopped growing at all. Rather, they were swelling up even faster than before. Not with pure muscle like he had hoped, but in a more chubby way. He frowned. Surely this wasnât what he had in mind when he wanted to be more mature? His new limbs looked somewhat familiar, though... But any rationalizations he could make were automatically shut down when he saw his chest starting to swell up. It then finally hit him where heâd seen arms and legs like this before. They looked just like his older sisterâs! âKyubey!â he yelled, panic setting in. âUndo my wish! I donât wanna be a girl!â However, there was no response from anyone. Where was Kyubey, anyway? Maybe it was just hiding somewhere, watching him panic. Why had he trusted that freaky thing in the first place? He looked down helplessly at his growing chest, bouncing about as he moved around. Desperately he tried to push them back into his body, letting out a moan at how sensitive they were. Even then he kept pressing on them, trying to ignore his rod growing firmer and firmer from the sensations he was receiving. His efforts were futile however, as flesh continued to spill out between the gaps in his fingers, forcing his hands back until they were now pushing upward rather than horizontally. The rough texture of his shirt was getting too much for him to handle. He yanked it up, letting his breasts drop out and hang freely. To his horror, a brassiere quickly appeared around them, snugly wrapping his chest. âWhat the...â He fumbled with the clasps on his back, but was unable to remove the undergarment. âCome on, get off already!â Finally realizing he needed outside help, he gave up on trying to get the bra off and pushed his shirt down. He started heading for the alleyway entrance when a sharp pain shot through his head, bringing him to a halt. âAagh!â He clutched at his temples, this time careful not to drop the gem on the ground. As the gem touched his head it morphed into a hairclip, the yellow gem and the gold casing both taking the shape of a five-petaled flower. A bright yellow slowly flowed out from the accessory over his natural brown hair. It was cut too short for him to notice, but already it was beginning to get longer. The pain in his head was gone as quickly as it came. He tried to recall what he was trying to do earlier. Right, he had to get help! But then he hesitated. Who could he even get help from? Strangers would just think he was crazy. Mom and Dad? But they died years ago in that car crash when he was a little girl... Matthwi shook his head. No, no, no! Even his memories were becoming someone elseâs! He tried his hardest to remember himself, but everything seemed to jumble together. What did his parents look like, again? Where did he live? What school did he go to? Every question had two answers now, leaving him struggling to tell which ones were real. But then his mental turmoil was pushed aside by the more pressing matter of his rear against his shorts. He reached behind, feeling his butt swelling out and dwarfing his hands just like his front did earlier. His shorts and briefs were even starting to tear from how big it was getting, until they finally burst open with a loud snap. However, his shorts immediately reformed around his waist as a yellow miniskirt. Underneath, his briefs had also followed suit and turned into a pair of panties. Aside from the confused bulge hidden under his clothes, there was no mistaking his lower half as anything but a girlâs now. âCome on! This thing wonât come off too!â he wailed, yanking at the skirt to try and get it off him. Or at least to cover more of his legs. Even his school uniform didnât make him wear one this short! However, the skirt refused to budge in the slightest, even when he tried to tear it. He lifted it up, staring at the hard outline against his underwear. Slowly, he moved his hand down and dragged his fingers up its length, his body jolting from the sensation. It wasnât his first time touching himself, and yet somehow- âWhy does it feel so... good? ...Whoa!â Matthi was suddenly thrown off balance as his feet were lifted off the ground from behind. Stumbling around, he tried to regain his balance, but his feet wouldnât go flat on the ground no matter how hard he pushed them down. He pressed himself up against the wall to stop his wobbling, weirded out by the feeling of his boobs pressing back against him. Bending his leg up behind him, he was able to see what was messing up his footing. Spiking out from the back of his sneakers were a pair of hard white protrusions. If they could be called sneakers anymore. Parts like the tongue and laces had vanished, leaving the top of his shoes a uniform surface that went up to his calves. Their color had even changed to a striking combination of yellow and brown, matching his skirt. âI even have girl shoes now?â he complained. Beneath his boots, his socks, now mauve with white stripes, hungrily climbed up his legs. They only stopped when they were a few inches from his skirt, pushing into his thighs slightly. He turned around to lean his back against the wall, gingerly touching his new legs. Like many boys, heâd always wanted to enjoy a girl up close. Soon he was rubbing and groping them harder, feeling his fingers sink into the meat of his thighs and guiltily enjoying how nice the fabric of his stockings felt. âUrghh... Mmhh...â he grunted, biting his lips to keep his moans from leaking out in case someone was near. Matthi couldnât see it, but his face which was previously unaffected by the growth spurt was now maturing as well. His cheeks turned rosier, his lips puffed out, his nose shrank slightly. There was a faint sweetness in his mouth as it became coated with a layer of gloss. He briefly rubbed his eyes as they itched, widening and turning a brilliant golden hue. However, he barely registered any of his face changing, even as more bits of light makeup started applying itself on him. He was far too busy playing with himself. âAhh... Yes, ohhhh...â His hands had moved from his legs to his chest and his cock. He pulled and squeezed on them while shamelessly voicing his arousal, having forgotten about trying to keep quiet. Yet even after minutes of play he was unable to achieve release, his body only able to heat up more and more. He knew he shouldnât be doing this out in public. After all, heâd only played with his breasts in the privacy of his room before. But it felt way too good... âHnngg.. Oh goddd.... Wha-?â Something ticked the back of his neck and he jumped away from the wall, but there was nothing there. Even so, it was just enough to take him out of his aroused stupor. He kicked himself mentally, disgusted with how depraved he had been acting just now. Almost like he was possessed in that moment. He had failed to realize how he was standing in heels perfectly now, though. The brushing feeling returned and he reached behind, pulling out locks of wavy blonde hair which had finally grown long enough for him to notice. Even then, they were still lengthening and slipping through his fingers. His bangs and sidelocks were also growing, framing his face nicely. He tried to pull the hair off, hoping it was just a wig, but it was stuck firmly to his scalp. His hair was then whisked out of his hands, flying behind him into two bunches and tugging on the back of his head as they were wound into large coils. He poked one with his hand, bewildered at how it was staying in place. âThese things look ridiculous... Huh? My voice!â Mathiâs voice had sunk in pitch just barely enough to make him sound like someoneâs mother or older sister. It had actually happened earlier, but he had been too distracted to notice his girlish moans. He tried to force his voice to go lower, only to strain his throat and end up in a coughing fit. While clearing his throat, he realized that his wish was in fact being granted. He now looked and sounded mature, just not in the way he wanted! âKyubey! I didnât mean it like that! Come back!â As he pleaded his shirt began to undergo metamorphosis as well, turning pure white and gaining additional fabric below to cover him properly. The ends of his sleeves tightened around his arms while the rest of the sleeve puffed out, straps going around the base of his arms to prevent the rest of his shirt from loosening as well. The front of his shirt then split open and buttoned itself back together, from the bottom up to the top where a stiff collar now encircled his neck. A brown corset materialized around his waist, forcing his back straight. The buckles on the front suddenly pulled tight, knocking the wind out of him as they pinched his waist to the limit. âEep! Too tight!â he wheezed, trying to get his breath back. He attempted to loosen the corsetâs grip on his stomach, but the buckles predictably wouldnât give way. Like the rest of his clothes the corset was also stuck on him, accentuating his large breasts and hourglass figure that girls would kill to have. He knew that all too well, given all the gossiping heâd overheard from girls jealous of his figure. Wait, what? It was now time for the final touches on Mathiâs outfit. Fingerless gloves wrapped around his hands, which were then partially covered by a pair of detached sleeves that went nearly all the way to his blouse. A yellow ribbon tied itself around his neck, and a mauve cap with a ball of white fur landed on his head. His costume was complete, and soon his mind and body would follow suit. All that was left of Mahiâs original body was the one thing suggesting he was still a man. However, it was soon to be no more as well. His cock, which had been straining against his panties for long enough, began its transformation as well. Feeling the stimulus from his crotch again, he raised his skirt only to be greeted with his dick shrinking before his eyes. He frantically reached inside to grab it, but it just slid out from his fingers again. Soon the tip was all that was sticking out. âNo! Stop! Aaahh!â he cried, trying to grab hold of some part of it to pull it back out. However, he accidentally stuck his finger inside the hole, widening it into an undeniably female slit which his balls vanished into without a single trace. He reached deeper inside, trying to salvage something of his manhood, but all it did was push him further towards climax. âAhh! No! I donât wanna be a girlllllll!â He rocked his head back, grunting as his new sex gave its first discharge. His panties were soiled for an instant, then the evidence that he had done anything out of the ordinary was erased. So this was what a girlâs orgasm felt like... but it wasnât the first time heâd had one, though? Or was it? Tears began rolling down Mahiâs face, the former boy realizing his transformation was almost complete. Kyubey had tricked him! His identity had been stolen from him and he was trapped in this girlâs body. But then his head began to throb, aiming to utterly erase any lingering trace of his old mind. Memories of boyhood disappeared, replaced with ones of growing up as a girl. New information flooded his brain, covering cakes, tea, fashion, school, Puella Magi, Witches, magic and so on... âMy head... Stop... Please...â He stood still, staring blankly at the wall as the flow of tears slowly came to a halt. After several minutes, the girl was finally snapped back to reality. Mami wiped the tears off her cheeks. Even after years of doing it, working as a Puella Magi all alone was tough as always. She tried to appear strong in front of Kyubey, but when by herself the loneliness at times became too much to bear. It was selfish of her, but sometimes she wished she could have trusted friends to fight alongside. Unfortunately, sheâd already used her own wish to save her life all those years ago... âIs something wrong, Mami?â Kyubey asked. Mami spun around, ready to pull her weapon. However, she relaxed her stance upon recognizing the familiar creature. Wishing for Maturity 2 âThere you are, Kyubey. Where did you go earlier?â she asked, putting on a smile while trying to dodge its question. âThe witch isnât here anymore, so I was scouting the area.â it explained. âI see. Please carry on, then. Iâll go look elsewhere.â Mami dispelled her transformation, then left the alleyway while Kyubey watched. No matter how much she tried to hide her true feelings, they were still too obvious to the advanced being. While it didnât understand how or why she would feel that way, it did understand that getting more Puella Magi would certainly benefit both of them. Kyubey turned and ran further into the alleyway. Mami would certainly get her next wish granted, took change this story to remove any an all memory stuff remove and make it so Instead when around othaer people the new mami Tomoe Mami act like appears to be a very kind, gentle, and cheerful girl. Though she reveals to Madoka Kaname that she is lonely and appears to be desperate for having teammates. Mami is very nice to everyone but she seems to dislike Homura Akemi. She takes pride in her actions and saving people due to mentoring other Magical Girls, since she has been fighting Witches for the longest of all. She can't act any other way around other people but when alone she can be her self also mimi live alone in her new life off of mimi died family.
Response: ### Chapter 1: Seeds of a New Life âA... wish?â the young boy repeated, his innocent eyes wide with a blend of curiosity and trepidation. The alleyway he sat in was narrow, dimly lit, and filled with the nauseating scent of decaying garbage. It was a perfect encapsulation of how he feltâdiscarded and unseen by the rest of the world. Within that bleak solitude, a strange white creature had approached him. Its round, red eyes contrasted sharply with its small, feline-like body, and what was even more bizarreâit spoke. âYes, Matthew, a wish,â the creature chirped, its voice light yet deceptive. âFrom the depths of your heart, wish for something true, and I will make it happen.â Matthew Brown, a boy no older than fourteen, was a fragile figure. His family had always treated him as the baby, and his slight build did little to earn him respect from other children. If only he could be seen as more mature, more confidentâperhaps then he wouldn't feel so overlooked. After a moment of intense thought, Matthew made his decision. âKyubey, I... I want to be more mature. More confident! Someone people respect and look up to!â His voice trembled with hope and desperation, baring his deepest desire to the creature. Without warning, a glowing yellow orb emerged from Matthew's chest, lighting up the alleyway. As the orb settled in his hands, it dispersed, leaving behind an egg-shaped gem cradled in a golden stand. âWhatâs this, Kyubey?â Matthew asked, but the creature was nowhere to be seen. âWhere did heâOw!â In his confusion, Matthew dropped the gem, feeling a strange, phantom pain as it hit the ground. Quickly glancing around, he saw it had rolled underneath an overfilled garbage bin. After much effort and stretching, he managed to retrieve the gem, only to realize his perspective had changed. âIâm taller?â he muttered in disbelief, noticing that his eye level had risen significantly. As he inspected his altered body, his limbs began to expand. However, the growth didnât result in the muscular frame he had imagined. His limbs became more slender, and his skin smoother than ever before. Panic set in as his chest started to swell, a clear sign that his transformation was not heading in the direction he had hoped. âKyubey!â Matthew shouted, feeling helpless as his body continued to morph. âUndo my wish! I donât want to be a girl!â Yet, there was no response. His clothes began to alter too, becoming tighter and more feminine. The once-loose pants now clung to his legs before turning into a delicate skirt. His shirt, now a blouse, emphasized the unfamiliar curves of his body. Inside, turmoil reigned. But perhaps the final nail in the coffin was when his voice, attempting to call out to the absent Kyubey, sank into a gentle, melodious toneâa woman's voice. ### Chapter 2: The Born Mami In the days that followed, Matthew, now Mami, grappled with an overwhelming reality. The wish had fundamentally altered her existence, leaving her trapped in the body and life of a young girlâTomoe Mami. But rather than erasing his memories, the transformation enforced a new behavior: Mami could only act as herself when alone. Around others, she was compelled to adopt the persona of a kind, cheerful, and gentle girl. On the surface, Mami Tomoe became a paragon of grace and dignity. Though a beacon of courage to her peers, she harbored a deep loneliness and a secret longing for companionship, especially from fellow Magical Girls like herself. She always appeared strong, but her heart yearned for allies in her constant battle against Witches. âWould you like some tea, Madoka?â Mami asked softly, pouring carefully from an ornate teapot. âYes, thank you, Miss Mami,â Madoka Kaname replied with a gentle smile. âYou always make everything seem so elegant.â Underneath her serene exterior, Mami felt a pang of isolation. Her new life had become centered around taking care of others, mentoring new Magical Girls, and fighting evil, cloaking her own struggles. Yet, despite her new abilities and strengths, the isolation felt stifling. Living alone in her family's now empty mansion, the silence there was a harsh reminder of what she'd lost in the transformation. Every room echoed with fragments of a life that was never hers, and the missing warmth left a void she could never fill on her own. ### Chapter 3: Confrontation âIs something wrong, Mami?â Kyubey asked, its sudden reappearance startling her. Mami spun around, her hand instinctively reaching for a hidden weapon. Relaxing upon seeing her supposed ally, she forced a smile. âThere you are, Kyubey. Where did you go earlier?â âI was scouting the area,â Kyubey answered nonchalantly. âNothing unusual.â âI see. Iâll go look elsewhere then,â she said, her voice firm even as she turned to leave the alleyway. But behind the facade, Mami seethed. She had been deceived by this creature, and her life had taken on a form she couldn't escape. Despite her growing resentment, a deep part of her acknowledged that the changes had brought good as well. She was now someone people admired, even if it wasnât in the way she had hoped. As Mami walked through the quiet streets, the weight of her dual life pressed heavily on her. Though her outward demeanor was that of composure and grace, the solitude she felt was inescapable. In the newfound quiet of her home, Mami allowed herself to be Matthew once again, if only for a fleeting moment. The reflection in the mirror showed a beautiful, poised girl, but she searched deep within the golden irises, looking for remnants of the boy she once was. âNo matter what, I must continue,â Mami whispered to herself. She wiped a lingering tear, steadying her resolve. âI will fight, and I will protect, even if I must do it alone.â Whether as Matthew or Mami, her wish had granted her an undeniable strength. It brought her an acceptance she had craved, but at a cost she could never have predicted. And so, often with a heavy heart, Mami Tomoe prepared to face each new day, bound by her wish yet empowered by the resilience forged in the fires of hardship.
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