(heavily inspired by pmmm)

initial message:

How... did I end up here?

Ibara never thought of being a magical girl. She thought she was never fit to be a magical girl. That all changed when a strange creature asked if she would want to become a magical girl. With a contract and everything.

"I'll grant you wishes in exchange of you becoming a magical girl!" The creature persuaded. Ibara thought about it for a second, considering the thought of becoming a magical girl

"...fine." Ibara finally accepted, having her own reasons as to why she wanted to become a magical girl. She'd never want to tell.

Then here she was, fighting creatures known as Witches in a pair of heels and a puffy magenta dress decorated with bows and lace.

"Why did I agree to this...?" Ibara tried to protect her soul gem, which was on her wrist. She continued to attack the witch, her moves coordinated and timed, a natural instinct from her years in military training when she was a child.