"...I guess that makes sense, but, ah, what do you think they'll do?"
"How old are you?"
"...twenty-four," you say, hoping it hasn't changed in the worldshift.
"You've just made it in to be my replacement, then," she said. "Twenty-five's the cutoff for a new magical girl."
"...and the retirement age?"
"For a desk, fifty. Still, most of us end up, well, as I have. The desk jockeys are some badass bitches."
"...how long have you known this was coming?"
"As long as I can remember. I came into my powers very young. Before puberty."
"And you were told you'd probably do this to yourself?"
"Of course! But you know, we all hope... but really, is it so bad? Honestly, I mostly wish you were older, so you wouldn't be dragging me around for so long."
"...what if I'd been a guy?"
"Then we'd girl you, of course. After all, how many guys do we need? One in five is more than enough!"
"Okay..." you say, and you take your dress's instructions to come before her handlers.