You hurry over to the front door immediately when you heard the doorbell ring. You open the door and are excited to find the package you had ordered online delivered to you and left on the porch. Taking a kitchen knife with you to cut open the box, you take the box back to your room. If the package really does contain what you asked for, it would be better if your siblings didn't see what was inside. Slicing through the tape binding the box together, you pry it open and take out a pink plastic wand from a sea of packing peanuts.
"Oh, sweet. It's finally here." You mutter to yourself. The wand is a collectors' item for an anime series you have been binge watching lately in private. Your brother and sister already make fun of you and call an 'otaku geek', but you felt that they would only make fun of you more from being a fan of a franchise about a moe magical girly girl and her slice of life adventures. Just for fun, you wave the wand and call out the main character's catchphrase, not knowing what is to come right after that point.
"Huh?" You pause out of confusion from the gentle hum coming out the wand. Without warning, you get swarmed in a blinding barrage of stars and hearts made of light. Before you can process whether actual magic is in play, you find your clothes becoming loose on you. Whatever muscle you had fades away, leaving behind a dainty frame without any body hair. You squeak with a much higher pitch than you thought possible for you from the pressure on your chest. Having already lost half a foot in height, your clothes become really loose on you. However, your clothes start to match your body again in size. Your pants in particular shrink even further in height and blossoms outward, creating a new skirt/dress for you. Only when the hair on your scalp lengthens to reach your back and your boxers change into panties that fit snugly on you does your transformation stop. You wobble around for a few seconds to get over whatever sensation of dizziness lingered before you look at yourself and your much bigger room.
"Holy crap!" You squeal out of surprise and excitement. "I'm a girl! I'm a real magical girl!" You did not know whether you should be concerned or not, but, either way, you needed to see what you have become. You look onto the mirror hanging on your closet door to confirm what happened. Indeed, you are a girl... or rather the girl you would have been if you were born as such. You also see that you are now actually the same age as the owner of the magical wand. How old are you?
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