The orange-haired girl sighed. The once mighty trio of Pokemon trainers had shrank to two, with Brock leaving on his own journey. When she had first joined up with Ash Ketchum, she only did it to get payment for her bike, but after awhile, she became friends with him, and his Pikachu.
She ran a hand through her single ponytail, still lost in her thoughts. They had stopped for the night in a small bed and breakfast, each of them taking a room for themselves.
She sat on her bed, thinking about her relationship with Ash. As time had gone by, she had started to acquire a fondness for Ash, but didn’t seem to be getting any in return. More than a couple years had passed now, but she had found that she really hadn’t changed in her looks. Before it didn’t bother her, but as her interest in Ash grew, so did her desire to look better for him, and to finally get his attention.
‘Maybe if I had a better body, he would notice me.’ She glanced down at herself, and then glanced into the full-length mirror in the room. Looking back was a cute, thin young girl. She wore short jean shorts held up by red suspenders over a yellow tank top. It showed off her stomach…but that was it. She had no curves really, and no chest to speak of.
She sighed, this time in sadness, resigning herself to the fact that she’ll probably never develop, especially not like that girl on Team Rocket, Jessie.
Outside, an unknown flying Pokemon left a trail of glittering sparkles in its wake, casting a shimmering trail behind it. As the sparkles landed, they would be absorbed by whatever they fell on. The effects usually weren’t bad, as they landed on inanimate objects, or plant life. Usually they would give more life to plants (more…)