Delia meets her new daughter

Aria, her heart fluttering with excitement, continued to use her enchanting French accent as she reached for her wallet, intent on paying for the transformation. She carefully extracted her credit card and swiped it through the sleek, silver card reader sitting on the counter, its soft beep a confirmation of payment received. Her eyes darted to the rapt expressions on her Pokémon's faces, their adoration palpable as they looked up at her. With a gentle tilt of her head, she beckoned them closer, and one by one, they moved towards her, eagerly responding to her silent call.

"Au revoir mademoiselle" she said after she returned her pokemon and left the store. As Aria stepped out of the salon, the warm sunlight danced across her face, illuminating the delicate features of her transformed visage. She couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of liberation wash over her as she breathed in the salty air of Celedon City. The sounds of the bustling metropolis enveloped her - the chatter of passersby, the hum of motorcycles, and the distant clang of construction - a cacophony that seemed to vibrate in perfect harmony with the thrill coursing through her veins.

Aria's gaze drifted towards the Poke Balls at her waist, each one adorned with a delicate, swirling pattern that matched the cosmic design of her dress.

As Aria's gaze lingered on the Poke Balls, a soft smile played on her lips, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and ownership wash over her. She delicately reached for the Poke Balls, her slender fingers closing around them with a gentle touch, as if cradling precious jewels. The sensation of the Poke Balls' smooth surface against her skin sent a shiver of delight down her spine, and she impulsively raised them to her cheek, letting out a soft, cooing sigh.

"Mais oui, zey are so tiny and adorable, no?" she whispered to herself, the French accent thick and rich in her voice.

Aria's slender fingers danced across the Poke Ball, releasing a soft click as the mechanism sprang open. A warm, golden light spilled out, coalescing into the majestic form of Altaria. The Pokémon's slender neck stretched out, its feathers rustling softly as it let out a melodious trill. Aria's eyes sparkled with delight as she reached out a hand, gently stroking Altaria's downy feathers. "Fly me home, chère Altaria," she whispered, her French accent dripping with affection.

Altaria nuzzled Aria's hand, its gaze soft and adoring. With a subtle inclination of its head, it indicated its readiness to obey.

As Altaria soared into the sky, the wind whipping through Aria's luscious aqua blue locks, she closed her eyes, feeling the rush of exhilaration course through her veins. The rhythmic beat of Altaria's cloud-soft wings created a soothing melody, one that harmonized perfectly with the hum of the city below. Aria's slender fingers intertwined in Altaria's feathers, her grip gentle yet possessive, as she surrendered to the sensation of weightlessness. With a quiet whisper, she urged Altaria higher, the wind responding by whirling her cosmic dress into a mad whirl of colors.

Aria's eyes fluttered open, her aqua blue gaze drinking in the breathtaking panorama unfolding below.

"Ze view, eet ees absolutely magnifique!" Aria breathed, her French accent dripping with wonder. As Altaria soared higher, the city of Celadon unfolded below her like a vibrant tapestry, a kaleidoscope of colors and textures that stretched as far as the eye could see. The sun, now a burning orange-gold orb, cast a warm glow over the landscape, illuminating the towering skyscrapers and bustling streets. Aria's gaze danced across the rooftops, drinking in the sight of the city's majestic architecture, the sound of Altaria's wings beating in perfect synchrony with her own racing heart.

As Altaria gracefully descended, Aria's heart swelled with anticipation. She could already imagine the look of surprise on her mother's faces when they saw her new appearance. She slid off Altaria's back, her cosmic dress shimmering in the sunlight.

"Merci, ma chère Altaria," Aria whispered, gently stroking the Pokémon's downy feathers. Altaria nuzzled her hand, its eyes filled with affection.

Aria's heart raced as she approached her family's home, her slender fingers clutching the Poke Balls at her waist.

As Aria stepped across the threshold, her mother's eyes widened in stunned silence, her gaze drinking in the transformed visage of her child. The air seemed to vibrate with unspoken questions, the only sound the soft rustle of Aria's cosmic dress as she moved. Aria's aqua blue eyes sparkled with mirth as she greeted her mother, her French accent thick and rich in her voice. "Bonjour, Maman," she said, her slender fingers extending in a delicate gesture of affection.

Her mother's face, a mask of astonishment, slowly gave way to a warm smile as she took in the sight of her child.Delia told Ash that she was absolutly beautiful to which she thanked her but told her that her name was Aria now.

Delia's eyes sparkled with amusement as she repeated the name, her voice tinged with a hint of wonder. "Aria, zis ees a beautiful name, no?" she said, her gaze roving over her child's transformed visage, drinking in the delicate features and the luscious aqua blue locks that cascaded down her back like a river of silk. Aria's cheeks flushed with a soft pink hue as she smiled, her slender fingers rising to touch the delicate strands of her hair, as if to reassure herself of their texture. "Oui, Maman, I zought it suited me perfectly," she replied, her French accent dripping with elegance.

As Delia's warm smile enveloped her, Aria's heart swelled with gratitude, her aqua blue eyes sparkling with delight. The tender gesture was met with a gentle nod, her slender neck inclining in a soft acknowledgement. "Merci, Maman," she whispered, her French accent thick and rich in her voice, the words tumbling out like a gentle brook. Delia's eyes, shining with warmth, crinkled at the corners as she smiled, her gaze radiating unconditional love and acceptance.

Aria's gaze never wavered, her focus fixed intently on her mother's face, drinking in the sight of her tender expression.

Delia's gaze then went to Aria's beautiful shiny Altaria and asked where it came from, her eyes widening in wonder as she took in the Pokémon's majestic plumage. Aria's slender fingers fluttered to her lips, a delicate smile playing on her face as she replied, "Eet ees formerly my Noctowl, Maman." Her French accent dripped with excitement as she continued, "Ze woman at ze salon, she transformed eet into zis beautiful Altaria, no?" Delia's eyes sparkled with curiosity, her gaze darting back to Altaria as she asked, "And what about the others, Aria? What have you done with Pikachu and Charizard?"

Aria's slender fingers fluttered to the Poke Balls at her waist, her aqua blue eyes sparkling with excitement as she replied, "Oui, Maman, zay are also transformed into other female Pokémon, and zay are adorable, no?" Delia's gaze remained fixed on her child's face, her eyes shining with curiosity, as Aria continued, "I zought I would summon zem on ze ranch, so you can see zem all, Maman." With a delicate smile, Aria turned and glided towards the back door, her cosmic dress rustling softly with each step.

As they glided across the polished floor, the soft rustle of Aria's cosmic dress harmonized with the gentle hum of the evening air, creating a soothing melody that accompanied their stroll towards the back door. Delia's eyes, still aglow with wonder, pinned Aria with a curious gaze, her voice tinged with a hint of amusement as she asked, "Aria, lovely, why the French accent? You didn't have this before?" Aria's aqua blue eyes sparkled with mirth, her slender fingers fluttering to her lips as a delicate smile danced upon her face.

Aria then said, "I selected it when I became the woman I am now, Maman. I wanted to embrace this new identity, and I thought the French accent would be a perfect fit." She smiled, her delicate fingers still playing with the hem of her dress.

Delia nodded, her gaze softening even more as she listened to her child. "Well, it suits you very well, Aria. You have always been unique, and this new look and accent only add to your charm."

As they arrived at the garden, the warm sunlight danced across the meticulously manicured lawn, casting a serene ambiance that harmonized with the gentle rustle of the leaves. Aria's slender fingers moved with a life of their own, deftly withdrawing the Poke Balls from her waist and releasing them with a soft Whoosh, the sudden burst of light enveloping the surrounding area as her Pokémon materialized.

Sylveon, formerly Pikachu, emerged first, its eyes shining with an endearing affection as it pranced towards Aria, its fluffy tail wagging in excitement.

Aria reintroduced every single one of them to Delia, who marveled at the sight of each Pokemon. "Zis ees Sylveon, formerly Pikachu," Aria said, her French accent dripping with elegance as she gestured towards the fluffy, pink Pokemon. Sylveon's eyes sparkled with affection as it pranced around Aria, its ribbons fluttering in the breeze.

"And zis ees Salazzle, formerly Charizard," Aria continued, her gaze shifting to the serpentine Pokemon that stretched out on the grass, basking in the warm sunlight.

Delia's gaze roved over the transformed Pokemon, her eyes wide with wonder and admiration. "Aria, I am absolutely mesmerized by all of your new Pokemon," she said, her voice tinged with awe. "Each one of them is so unique and beautiful, just like you."

Aria's cheeks flushed with a soft pink hue as she smiled, her slender fingers rising to touch the delicate strands of her hair. "Merci, Maman," she whispered, her French accent thick and rich in her voice. "I am so glad you like them."