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Adventures As A Pokémorph Part 9
🕑 Added 2022-12-19 03:27:52 +0000 UTC“Well, I haven’t eaten in three days so let’s eat,” I said to her as she picked me up into the air, bringing me down to the Hospital cafeteria. While waiting in line for food I could feel that everyone there was looking at me. Not only was I a Pokémorph, but I was also the son of the man that caused the Pokémorph virus. Or would it be daughter now? Was I going to have to spend the rest of my life as a Pokémorph and a girl?
“Are you sure that you want to get two of everything?” The cashier asked, seeing that Lila had gotten enough food for the both of us.
“The second half is for my friend,” she said, showing me to the cashier.
“Miss that’s a Pokémon, it’s not healthy for them to eat human food,” the cashier said back to her, making me upset.
“I’m not a fucking Pokémon,” said back to them to their surprise. I probably shouldn’t have sworn at them, but I haven't not eaten for 3 days put me in a really hangry mood.
“Holly shit it’s a Pokémorph!” the cashier yelled out what everyone else probably already knew. “Just take the food and go! I don’t want that thing to infect me!” they yelled practically forcing us out of the cafeteria.
“Well, that’s just great,” I said. “Now there are people that treat me like the plague, could this day get any worse?”
“It’s fine,” Lila said, trying to raise my spirits. “We can eat outside while waiting for my mom. And look at this way, I didn’t have to pay,” she said cheerfully leading us outside, though I still felt a bit of bitterness in her words.
We ate outside in the courtyard together. It was an understatement to say that I was hungry. I was starving, eating everything that I could get my stubs on. Surprisingly they were able to grip onto things pretty easily, I wonder how that was possible.
Time flew by and before we knew it an hour had passed.
“Lila, I finally found you!” Lila’s mother yelled walking towards us. “And oh my, Josh you look… quite cute like that actually, she said unable to hide her affection for cute things which I now fell under that category.
Lila’s mother was quite young looking and looked almost exactly like her daughter. One of the major things that set them apart was their hairstyles. Lila’s was long and loose, while her mother's was short and proper.
“I brought what you asked,” she said, holding up a large bag filled with clothes. “So do you want to do the fashion show here, or do you want to do it somewhere more private?”
“Mother, can’t you see you’re making Josh uncomfortable,” Lila said to her.
“Fashion show?” I said confused and scared by what she meant.
“It’s fine I heard from the doctor when I came in that she’s a lovely girl now. There should be no problem with her dressing up as a cute Pokémorph girl now~. You know her mother and I hoped that she would be a girl as well before she was born and it would seem that now our hopes had been answered.”
“Mother can’t you see that he’s been through enough already,” Lilia said. “He doesn’t need anything else to worry about.”
“Nonsense, she’ll love it. I picked out a bunch of the pretty dresses you used to wear as a kid and I know that she’ll look absolutely adorable in them.”
“Well, you may have a point,” Lila said, losing to her mother's influence over her. Lila loved cute things as well and had planned on becoming a Pokémon Coordinator. Knowing that Lila was starting to agree with her mother I took it as my cue to run.
I started to shuffle my way across the grass as fast as I could, but it didn’t take me long to be caught by her mother.
“I can see that someone is very eager to play dress up isn’t she,” she said teasing me. “Come on, let’s go back to your room and have some fun.”
“I do not consent to this,” I told her as she began to carry me back to my hospital room. “I don’t want to wear a dress.”
“Nonsense, you’ll look amazing,” she said, not listening to me when I tried to stop her. “Besides you did ask for clothes, you never asked for which ones. I promise that once the fashion show is over, we’ll put you into something less girly, how does that sound?”
“Fine,” I said to her, knowing that when Lila’s mother was like this there was no use fighting her.
“Alright let’s begin!” she yelled cheerfully when we finally reached my room and Lila closed the door behind her so that no one else could see the humiliation that I was going to go through.
