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What is Feminine?
It was not until 1987 that the American Academy of Pediatrics formally declared that anesthetics must be used on babies during surgery. Prior to this, a choice few individuals, despite screams and cries of the sweet infant, insisted that the reactions were just reflex. It was no more meaningful than the classic reflex hammer plus kneecap movement. Merely just a little quirk that could be written off as just a kink of being human. Furthermore, it was not until two-thousand never that humanity ceased putting a maiden's heart through the works. It is an odd paradox of gross things of duel nature.
Wear too much? Wear too little? Far too thin? Much too fat? Perhaps far too black? Or maybe just a pinch too white?
In some way, you, my precious maiden, are either lacking something or have too much of an abundance of something.
It was not until 2041 that the American Academy of Pediatrics formally declared that anesthetics must be used on the maiden's heart. Prior to this, a choice few individuals, despite screams and cries of the sweet maiden, insisted that the reaction was just reflex - or so the tall man said. The tall man is the gospel in your life and is all you have known. He, a man, granted you a sisterhood and it is all you have known. He abducts them young and stupid so they can be easily shaped because The Tall Man knows maidenhood best.
The Tall Man made you a proper girl: A Magical Girl!
You never physically left The Tall Man's abode, but a transformation inducing pill later, and you morph into the ideal form of purity who wields the very powers of reality. Furthermore, one pill later, The Tall Man sheds his ugliness and becomes the powerful, enigmatic, leader of the Magical Hit Squad known as Cutie Queen! The little succubus has been responsible for toppling twelve Anti-American terrorist cells, two communist-communes, four up and coming radical socialist fascist progressives, sixty-nine loud mouth vloggers, two social media giants, and fifty-four and a half e-girls.
Needless to say, The Tall Man's alter ego, Cutie Queen, has a clear political agenda for The Magical Hit Squad, but in her infinite words of wisdom...
It was not until 2143 that the American Academy of Pediatrics formally declared that anesthetics must be used on my broken heart. Prior to this, a choice few individuals, despite my screams and cries, insisted that my pain was just reflex - or so The Tall Man told me.
So what year is it? One magical trip saw you in the 80's along-side the big-haired trend and the other saw you on a broken husk of a world inhabited by things not quite human. Cutie Queen, as always, led the Magical Hit Squad with purpose to eliminate their target with maximum prejudice. Your developing young mind never registered the "why" of these missions, but merely reveled in being a proper maiden. Part vicious, part beauty, and absolutely Tall Man approved - or so The Tall Man says.
Now, as The Tall Man never anticipated, increased maidenhood led to increased reason. With reason came questions...
Why am I here? Who is this man? What is his goal? What happened to my parents?
One very typical day spent in the serviceable basement of The Tall Man's residence suddenly turned into shootout that would make the Waco Siege proud. With force, and much prejudice, The Tall Man forced all his maidens to swallow a belly full of his special pills before, in a very Waco-esque manner, police negligence caused his compound to go up in flames as you went under.
When you came to the world was a very different place...
You, and your fellow sisters, all former members of The Magical Hit Squad, now are entering their freshman year of high-school. All of you have loving families, the usual girl problems, and have the normal teenage experience. The memories of The Tall Man exist, and all related experiences of his... control... are very deep-rooted memories, but no one dared speak of it. After-all, the world was nice now, right? News was normal, no magical girls, space monsters, or any of that trippy non-sense from the days of The Tall Man.
Until the cliché mysterious transfer student showed up at your high-school. The girl looked similar to your memories of Cutie Queen, except missing the horns, wings, and tail of the tiny succubus Magical Girl. No matter how much you want to bring this up to those of similar experience silence overcomes your being. You would sound crazy if this was not some alter-ego of Cutie Queen, who by extension, was The Tall Man.
A month passes, and the Cutie Queen look alike has demonstrated them self to be an uncanny caricature of femininity. All girls wanted to reach her unobtainable level of femininity...
And so she did present the opportunity...
One sun-kissed afternoon, she took you and others behind the bleachers and handed each of you a bottle of pills...
"Let's make the world beautiful..." and one pill later, you, an unassuming girl tormented by a phantom past, were a Magical Girl once more.
What even is real?
Maybe the drugs are inducing psychosis; therefore, giving the illusion of a Magical Girl reality. Yet, how does one explain the world being shaped by supernatural abilities? The countless dead? Does the delusion extend so far that even those not under the influence experience a false truth? Perhaps the drugs actually have mystical transforming properties? That begs the question how The Tall Man had so many in ready supply? Why him? Why some creepy political deviant? How does an overdose of pills allow for one to escape a police raid?
Your Role...
Those pills, with all their Magical Girl goodness, are quite addictive. You thought that you were beyond those memories of choking down pills, but just seeing the little blue capsule ignited hidden desire. One would not hurt, right? It was just to relieve nostalgia of a time where you felt like your real self. Staying transformed made everything so much easier, so why not keep a few on your person? Cutie Queen was just handing them out willy-nilly anyways. Snared in her little honey trap - you soon begin to recall how it feels to not be on the pill: uncontrollable rage, fever, hallucinations, and eventually heart failure.
So what the hell does the Cutie Queen want?
She wants to take all of you on a road trip across the United States to kidnap the president. All while travelling town to town raising hell and interacting with odd beings only now visible due to the pills influence. Soon you will be pursued by all sorts of private interest groups. Maybe you enjoy the thrill, or maybe you are only doing this so you do not kill over from withdrawals (perhaps a combination of both).
It was not until yesterday that the American Academy of Pediatrics declared that anesthetic is a substitute for what I am missing
or so The Tall Man told me....
It was not until 1987 that the American Academy of Pediatrics formally declared that anesthetics must be used on babies during surgery. Prior to this, a choice few individuals, despite screams and cries of the sweet infant, insisted that the reactions were just reflex. It was no more meaningful than the classic reflex hammer plus kneecap movement. Merely just a little quirk that could be written off as just a kink of being human. Furthermore, it was not until two-thousand never that humanity ceased putting a maiden's heart through the works. It is an odd paradox of gross things of duel nature.
Wear too much? Wear too little? Far too thin? Much too fat? Perhaps far too black? Or maybe just a pinch too white?
In some way, you, my precious maiden, are either lacking something or have too much of an abundance of something.
It was not until 2041 that the American Academy of Pediatrics formally declared that anesthetics must be used on the maiden's heart. Prior to this, a choice few individuals, despite screams and cries of the sweet maiden, insisted that the reaction was just reflex - or so the tall man said. The tall man is the gospel in your life and is all you have known. He, a man, granted you a sisterhood and it is all you have known. He abducts them young and stupid so they can be easily shaped because The Tall Man knows maidenhood best.
The Tall Man made you a proper girl: A Magical Girl!
You never physically left The Tall Man's abode, but a transformation inducing pill later, and you morph into the ideal form of purity who wields the very powers of reality. Furthermore, one pill later, The Tall Man sheds his ugliness and becomes the powerful, enigmatic, leader of the Magical Hit Squad known as Cutie Queen! The little succubus has been responsible for toppling twelve Anti-American terrorist cells, two communist-communes, four up and coming radical socialist fascist progressives, sixty-nine loud mouth vloggers, two social media giants, and fifty-four and a half e-girls.
Needless to say, The Tall Man's alter ego, Cutie Queen, has a clear political agenda for The Magical Hit Squad, but in her infinite words of wisdom...
It was not until 2143 that the American Academy of Pediatrics formally declared that anesthetics must be used on my broken heart. Prior to this, a choice few individuals, despite my screams and cries, insisted that my pain was just reflex - or so The Tall Man told me.
So what year is it? One magical trip saw you in the 80's along-side the big-haired trend and the other saw you on a broken husk of a world inhabited by things not quite human. Cutie Queen, as always, led the Magical Hit Squad with purpose to eliminate their target with maximum prejudice. Your developing young mind never registered the "why" of these missions, but merely reveled in being a proper maiden. Part vicious, part beauty, and absolutely Tall Man approved - or so The Tall Man says.
Now, as The Tall Man never anticipated, increased maidenhood led to increased reason. With reason came questions...
Why am I here? Who is this man? What is his goal? What happened to my parents?
One very typical day spent in the serviceable basement of The Tall Man's residence suddenly turned into shootout that would make the Waco Siege proud. With force, and much prejudice, The Tall Man forced all his maidens to swallow a belly full of his special pills before, in a very Waco-esque manner, police negligence caused his compound to go up in flames as you went under.
When you came to the world was a very different place...
You, and your fellow sisters, all former members of The Magical Hit Squad, now are entering their freshman year of high-school. All of you have loving families, the usual girl problems, and have the normal teenage experience. The memories of The Tall Man exist, and all related experiences of his... control... are very deep-rooted memories, but no one dared speak of it. After-all, the world was nice now, right? News was normal, no magical girls, space monsters, or any of that trippy non-sense from the days of The Tall Man.
Until the cliché mysterious transfer student showed up at your high-school. The girl looked similar to your memories of Cutie Queen, except missing the horns, wings, and tail of the tiny succubus Magical Girl. No matter how much you want to bring this up to those of similar experience silence overcomes your being. You would sound crazy if this was not some alter-ego of Cutie Queen, who by extension, was The Tall Man.
A month passes, and the Cutie Queen look alike has demonstrated them self to be an uncanny caricature of femininity. All girls wanted to reach her unobtainable level of femininity...
And so she did present the opportunity...
One sun-kissed afternoon, she took you and others behind the bleachers and handed each of you a bottle of pills...
"Let's make the world beautiful..." and one pill later, you, an unassuming girl tormented by a phantom past, were a Magical Girl once more.
What even is real?
Maybe the drugs are inducing psychosis; therefore, giving the illusion of a Magical Girl reality. Yet, how does one explain the world being shaped by supernatural abilities? The countless dead? Does the delusion extend so far that even those not under the influence experience a false truth? Perhaps the drugs actually have mystical transforming properties? That begs the question how The Tall Man had so many in ready supply? Why him? Why some creepy political deviant? How does an overdose of pills allow for one to escape a police raid?
Your Role...
Those pills, with all their Magical Girl goodness, are quite addictive. You thought that you were beyond those memories of choking down pills, but just seeing the little blue capsule ignited hidden desire. One would not hurt, right? It was just to relieve nostalgia of a time where you felt like your real self. Staying transformed made everything so much easier, so why not keep a few on your person? Cutie Queen was just handing them out willy-nilly anyways. Snared in her little honey trap - you soon begin to recall how it feels to not be on the pill: uncontrollable rage, fever, hallucinations, and eventually heart failure.
So what the hell does the Cutie Queen want?
She wants to take all of you on a road trip across the United States to kidnap the president. All while travelling town to town raising hell and interacting with odd beings only now visible due to the pills influence. Soon you will be pursued by all sorts of private interest groups. Maybe you enjoy the thrill, or maybe you are only doing this so you do not kill over from withdrawals (perhaps a combination of both).
It was not until yesterday that the American Academy of Pediatrics declared that anesthetic is a substitute for what I am missing
or so The Tall Man told me....
