A lot less training than you had planned

Your tank top and skirt have had a rough time, so it’s into the washing machine with them. In the meantime, you’ll wear… sigh. It was expensive, so it’d be a waste not to wear it sometimes, right? You slip into the skimpy dress Samantha picked out for you, complete with the delightfully labeled panties and bra. Or rather, just the panties, because you didn’t even get a bra.

You briefly consider asking Stump what to do after your loss, but you decide against it. You can’t ask her for advice at every setback. Besides, she seemed to have her own problems to deal with. The solution is easy. You just have to train to get stronger! Strong enough to break magnets. But if Magnemite is suddenly allowed to fly now, and Electric’s only weakness is Ground, then… Do you just have to win without type advantage?

You step outside the Pokemon Center, intent on finding a good place to train. Maybe by the docks there will be some trainers? Or you could hit the beach. There would probably be some Water-types to train on. But you’d need some sunscreen lotion, or your porcelain skin would be cursing you for days afterwards. And what else…

You’ve decided it’s Beach Day! After asking for directions only two times, you arrive at the PokeMart with a mental list of all the things you’ll need to make your solo day of relaxation a success. You should also train at some point, but a girl has to unwind sometimes, right? Yet, as the doors to the mart slide open, you find yourself face to face with the last person you wanted to see.

“Ohhh, isn’t this interesting. It’s the world’s most ambitious carpet cleaner. You get that badge you were looking for?” It’s Gina. Of course. You can’t even bear to make eye contact, instead staring down at the ground silently.

“Hmph. That’s what I thought. Girls like you are a dime a dozen, lining the stretchers of every Pokemon Center. Why don’t you quit while you’re behind and become my personal pet instead? I’ll keep you fed and loved,” she offers with a wink.

You snap out of your slump in an instant. “No way!” you reply, blood boiling at the insult. “I’ll show you! Battle me, right now! I’ll win for sure!” How dare she take you so lightly!

“*snrk* You, you’re going *pfft*” Gina manages before erupting in a fit of laughter. After a good thirty seconds, she regains the ability to speak. “You can’t even handle that midget Surge, and you’re going to beat me? Do you even know who I am?”

Seemingly from nowhere, a cheerleading troupe slides into view. “Gina, Gina, she’s our bitch! If she can’t do it, nerf that shit!” After a few minor feats of acrobatics, they disappear from sight.

You’re stunned. And not in a good way. “That’s their cheer?” you ask.

“They’re volunteers, you can’t expect much. Anyway, I have a schedule to keep so I can’t play with hookers right now. Maybe another time. Smell ya later!” She carries on her way without a second glance.

Beach Day is cancelled! It’s now Stalk Gina and Mess Up Her Day… Day! You wait until she’s a sufficient distance ahead of you, then start tailing her like a professional stealthtician, determined to mess up whatever part of her schedule was more important than battling you.

Sneaking Checked: Passed!

Gina is totally unaware as you follow along, watching like a hawk for any golden opportunities like knocking ice cream out of her hand, or scaring away birds when she tries to feed them.