A female rocket grunt uniform

Taking a moment to look over his options one more time, Ash eventually pulled a hanger off.

Of all the things to find in his wardrobe, a female rocket grunt uniform was not one of them. Not that the trainer really seemed to mind.

Taking the form of a dark undershirt, white short-sleeved short top, white pencil skirt and black leggings, there was something strangely intoxicating to it in the trainer's mind.

"I mean... it's certainly better than having to remain naked?" he thought and pulled off a bag containing a pair of black elbow-length gray gloves. Setting them down on the bed, his gaze came upon something else. More specifically, a pair of matching slate grey heeled boots. Coming up to his knees, they were no doubt to give the outfit that necessary bit of character. Or however that worked.

Shoving that thought away for now, Ash grabbed the boots. Bringing them over to the bed, he wasted little time in slipping on the undergarments. Once he had done so, then came the skirt and top.

Finally, that just left the boots. Oddly comfortable, they felt like something that he wore quite often. Not that Misty could remember any time that she had seen her vessel do so.

"Not worth dwelling on." Ash thought as he gracefully walked over to the mirror. Staring in, his lack of a chest was on full display. Not that the wannabe rocket grunt particularly minded.

What Ash did mind, was his spiky black locks of hair. Part of him wanted to do something about it. At the same time, that would also clue Delia in that something was off. The last thing the wannabe rocket grunt wanted to do here. Regardless of the fact of the body swap.