Lorri is a Leafeon, because you know, everyone needs a Pokémorph or three.
PG-13, because she's naked? I'll make her not naked later.
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1: How Jason Happened
Her awakening was an interesting one. How do you go from a sub-level mind to a genius one? How do you go from a simple existence, never knowing the world, to seeing everything and understanding it in a completely different way?
Lorri was alone already, away from any others of her kind. One of those Pokémon that had found an evolve stone naturally. She doesn't remember finding it. She doesn't remember using it. Indeed she hardly even remembers yesterday, because it was this morning that everything became interesting. A man had come into her life. Different from the others, for one, because he didn't walk through the tall grass and find her, but instead he appeared beside her, in her little hidey-hole.
She had reacted oddly enough, squeaking and leaping out of the hole, preparing to attack. But the man had just waved his hand and she was unable to move. He approached her and grabbed her neck. She tried to hit him but couldn’t move. Then he did something, that she wasn’t sure about, if anyone had watched, it would look like his hand moving into her head, and at the same time, his form appearing like that of a ghost.
Her eyes had widened and she’d let out a scream as her body changed. Her element shifted and she felt as though every move was being used on her. And then she fell asleep. The strange man took a device off his wrist and slipped it onto her one; sealing it tight with another phase of his and then he left.
1: Upon Waking
Lorri woke from her sleep and exhaled sharply. Dreams upon dreams. She'd hoped that that's all it was.. A dream. But after she moved the hair from her eyes she knew it wasn't. Before she wouldn't have done such a thing. That strange man had given her a new understanding of the world, and a new form. She was similar, but not exactly the same, to the 'trainers' that roamed the world with her.
She pulled at the branch on her side and stood up slowly, testing out standing on her hind legs and getting used to the hands that had previously been feet. She stroked over her body slowly, noticing the differences, and more importantly, noticing that she could notice the differences. She leaped out of the tree and landed steadily, her instinct kicking in to tell her body what to do.
She was naked, but she didn't know she was naked. She didn't know what the word was, but wondered why the 'trainers' always had pieces around them that weren't skin. She understood vaguely that some Pokémon put on stuff to cover themselves, but never as a vanity or fear thing. She pondered and decided to investigate the nearest town.
