Pokemorphed (Current)

Gone

I shut the door behind me and attempted to take off my coat. It slid perfectly off my shoulders.

"Jenny?" I heard my mom's voice from the living room, "Is that you?"

"Yeah mom," I said, hiding my coat underneath my wing. I then realized that I was still wearing the bright pink PTC uniform.

If they find out where I was, I'm dead.

I wrapped myself in my wings in an attempt to hide my shirt.

I walked nervously into the living room. My mom was sitting on the couch, watching the news.

The headline caught my eye. Pokemomorph rates have increased by 20% in the last four years, and Pokemorph Training Center burned by rioters.

Not the one I was just at, I thought.

My mom turned off the TV. She didn't look happy. Usually, she'd be saying something hurtful about Pokemorphs right about now. Probably something about how 'they're taking over our region' or 'they're converting all of us! Soon there won't be any normal people left!'

I stared uncomfortably down at myself. I still had my wings wrapped around my chest, so my mom wouldn't see the PTC shirt.

I know this is probably going to be controversial , but I wish I still had boobs. I used to have C-D cups (Like everyone in the pokemon universe), and they don't even have to be close to A. I just want something there. My bras don't fit, and wearing nothing to school actually made me super self conscious.

"Where were you?" My mom asked, snapping me back to reality, "Your note didn't tell me much."

"Where's dad?" I asked, avoiding the question.

"He's out with some friends," My mom said. "They had a meeting today."

"You mean-"

"Yes, he was at the Anti-Pokemorph convention," My mom said. "He's considering whether or not to leave the organization."

Considering? What's there to consider?

"Where were you?" My mom asked again.

I could feel my anger rising up in my stomach. "With some friends." I said coldly.

My mom gave me a look. "Who? Dani and the others?"

"Sure," I shrugged, squeezing my sides. My dad, my dad, is choosing to stay in an organization that hates everything about me just for existing?

"Jenny," my mom said annoyedly, "Who were you with?"

"David Cunningham," I said. My mom gave me a startled look. "If dad can hang out with his people, I can hang out with mine."

I could feel the pokemon side of me rising to the surface. It's not like I could use any of my moves. I'm not going to Tackle my mother, Screech would just be awkward, and Supersonic is out of the question.

I wish I could Teleport like David. Then I could just phase up to my room.

My mom was speechless.

I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I just- David was showing me how to use my powers, and we had a really good time." I unfolded my wings to show her the uniform.

She looked at me shamefully, like she was embarrassed that I was wearing something that went so totally against her beliefs.

"So that's how it is?" She asked. "This is your choice?" she cut off my reply. "That's how it's going to be? You'd rather choose them than your own family?" I tried to respond, but she cut me off again, "If that's how it is, the leave. Get out. We don't need you here." She shook her head. "My own daughter, choosing them over us. Well you know what? If that's really how you feel about us normal people, then just leave."