Pokemorphed (Current)

I Fall to my Death.

Jenny's POV

So weird.

So weird.

I can't help it.

I just have to keep touching the spot where my ears used to be.

So weird.

Every time I touch it my brain hurts, trying to compute the fact that my ears are where my hair used to be.

I don't have hair anymore.

And the fur! Oh my goodness I don't know wether to hate it or love it.

On one hand, it makes clothing so much harder.

On the other hand, it kept me relatively warm when Shannon was trying to adjust my clothes.

They told me I could shave it.

My brain was very against that. At the mention of the word 'shave' I got so nervous I screamed.

Or 'screeched' or whatever the move is called. Apparently I can use screech and supersonic. Apparently those are the moves for a level three noibat.

Level three. It makes me feel so... worthless. Me and Dani used to joke about how Pokémon under level six weren't worth catching. My parents don't help me either.

My mother cried. My dad was in denial. The doctors and nurses were the only ones who didn't react in a negative way.

Well, and Dani. She's a good friend. That's why I'm gonna give her my pokeball. So, every Pokemorph has a pokeball. It's not widely publicized, for, you know, obvious reasons. I'm gonna trust Dani with mine.

I haven't told my parents yet. I'm worried what they might do if they have it. I never want to go into my pokeball again.

It's very strange on the inside of a pokeball. Everything is still and peaceful and quiet. Also white. Very white. I honestly can't properly describe it. It's kind of like being asleep, but not. Confused? Welcome to the club.

Life sucks, but at least my pokeball is safe. It's downsized in my pocket right now. I know where to put it. I have this box of secrets inside of a box of school supplies. It's pretty empty. I don't have many secrets. It's all stuff I would be embarrassed if someone found out about, like lipstick I stole from this popular girl in third grade. Or a candy bar that I stole from a gas station that I still feel guilty about taking. I'm gonna hide the pokeball in there until Dani comes over to my house tomorrow.

Dani's taking this a lot better than my parents, which is what I expected. Dani looked me up and down a couple times, mostly to get adjusted to my appearance. My mother would barely glance at me and my dad looked only when he had to.

My parents are very against Pokemorphs. They were the people who were biased against Pokemorphs in schools, Pokemorphs in public places, and just Pokemorphs in general.

As their kid I've always been a little nervous around David and Craig, the resident Pokemorphs at our school.

Speaking of kids, I am a kid. Again. I'm not a teenager. Most importantly I'm two and a half inches shorter. According to the doctors, I'm going to have to wait a little under two years before I get any height back. They said I should hit the growth spurt again around the same time.

Two years. Breath in, breath out. Try to keep it positive like Dani was. I could be made out of lava. I could be a spider, or... some other creepy thing people are afraid up that lives in dark caves.

Oh wait.

Well, at least my night vision is good. I can see a lot more outside the car window. I'm the backseat of our family's car, heading back to my house. It was after diner time, but I wasn't hungry. Byproduct of having your intestines shifted around I guess. The first thing I'm gonna do when I get home is take a shower, get into bed, and hope this is all just a bad dream.