After Being Defeated by the Magical Girls, I Became a Girl

—2014 marked a rare period of peace for the world and its magical girls. All because they finally managed to lock me in their basement. I’ve been called many things: Master of Monsters, The Faceless Villain, Demon King, Savior of Evil. I, Nekokawa Gin, had finally lost the war against the magical girls. “So justice really does triumph over evil in the end. Congratulations,” I said, facing my captors. “Just kill me and be done with it.” I accepted my defeat with dignity. If anyone had the right to end my life, it was them. After all, I’d defeated them three times before and had pushed them to the edge of sanity more times than I could count. Just look at them. The pink-haired girl, whose body now flickers between light and darkness—my handiwork. The red-haired girl, whose eyes have gone as lifeless as cold ashes—another trophy of mine. The blue-haired girl with her missing right arm—permanent proof of our battle. My crimes against them were unforgivable. Death was the only fitting punishment. But instead of execution, those girls just smiled at me with unsettling grins, pulled out their wands—heavy as crowbars—and thwacked them against my skull. …Now I go by Nekokawa Shiro. And I’m… a “special” magical girl under their supervision. “Wait! Don’t you dare use that purple wand on me again!!!”