Mega Lolita [slight!Alain x Reader]

Mega Lolita

A/N: I wrote this story months ago, so I thought I'd just bring this story over to my wattpad account.

  [Name] stared at herself in the mirror as she did a quick once-over of her outfit. She had all the necessary pieces or as [Name] liked to call them,' ingredients' to build the perfect Lolita outfit: headwear, blouse, bell-shaped skirt, bloomers, over knee socks, and a pair of Mary Janes. Each piece of [Name]'s outfit was intricately designed to coordinate and flow together, and she was rather impressed with how her outfit turned out.

"So, Gengar, what do you think?" [Name] asked her partner as she did a small twirl in her skirt.

"Gen," Gengar gave a nod of approval at its trainer's choice of attire.

"All right, let's head out." [Name] returned Gengar back to its pokeball, grabbed her purse and keys and locked up her apartment before she headed downstairs to the Mauville Food Court.

...

"Hey, Boss," [Name] held up a hand in greeting towards her boss, Kevin. Kevin simply gave a small grunt in reply, his arms folded across his chest with a look of disapproval. Most people would've been rather intimidated by Kevin's glare or by his thickset build that resembled that of a street or biker thug, but [Name] was unaffected. [Name] knew despite his tough looking demeanor and mannerisms, he was a bit of a softie, if the choice of his partner who was floating beside him, Flabébé, was any indication.

"Running a little late this mornin', I see."

"S-Sorry, it took me a little bit longer than expected to put on this outfit." [Name] smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head.

"I keep tellin' ya if you'd lose the damn outfits this wouldn't be happenin'. You're gonna wind up out of a job sooner or later if this continues to happen."

"Yes, sir," [Name] stared down at her shoes with a crestfallen look. "It won't happen again."

As proud as [Name] was of the clothes she designed, it didn't come without its drawbacks: people refusing to take her or her work seriously, experience criticism, and have her opinions or thoughts trivialized. Despite the pitfalls of wearing Lolita, [Name] refused to compromise who she was just because someone else had a problem with it. With any luck, [Name] would be able to quit her job at the Mauville Food Court and become a full-time Pokémon Stylist to design cute clothes for Pokémon and people. But until she had the funds to get her business off the ground, she was stuck working at a food court designing clothes in her studio apartment in Mauville City.

Geez, I really did it this time...

[Name] looked up when Kevin clasped a large hand on her shoulder, pulling her from her reverie.

"But, since it's been bringin' in a few new customers I'm willing to let it slide."

"Aw, thank you; you're a doll, Kevin." [Name] smiled and curtsied in mock fashion.

"Yeah, and you're certainly one to talk with that outfit of yours." Kevin rolled his eyes and handed her a stack of flyers advertising the Magnemite Croquettes. "Anyway, just get started with passin' out these flyers I made."

"You got it."

...

"Steven, Alain, it's this way! Let's hurry to the food court before it gets too crowded! I'm starving!"

"Slow down, Mairin," Alain warned as he walked beside Steven. "The food will still be there when we get to the food court."

"But I'm starving!" Mairin stopped running and turned to face Alain, puffing her cheeks in a pout. Her partner, Chespin, whined and rubbed its belly for emphasis at how hungry it was.