Evie starts losing Pokemon and clothes

“N-not bad,” Evie admitted, standing barefoot in the room, just like Amanda. Unlike Amanda, she was flaunting her panties, having just slid her beige shorts out of her lengthy legs. As befitting a Pokémon champion like her, they were stamped with the image of a Charizard.

In just five minutes, the rest of Evie’s neighbors had already christened her a couple of new nicknames, like “Poke-maniac” or “Turbonerd”. “Charizard, huh? How… cliché,” Amanda joined the circle of mockery with a snide comment. Another dagger straight into Evie’s back.

The losing champion nonchalantly sat on the bed and crossed her smooth legs, trying to play it cool. “L-laugh it up. Soon, it will be your turn to show us your panties. Close Combat!... oh, you had a Counter, r-ready, huh?”

Evie’s fingers trembled as her fourth Pokémon fainted. Swallowing, she meekly lifted her shirt and tossed it at her smirking opponent. To the disappointment of the room, the bra holding her firm breasts was plain white, nothing like her amusing panties.

Evie was starting to sweat. Standing in a stranger’s room in nothing but her undies felt weird. A bit naughty too. That would have been bad enough on its own, but the teasing from her neighbors made it worse. Breakfast was going to be a bit awkward in the coming days. And why were they staring so much? They were all girls! She had nothing they hadn’t seen before!

“Oof, Earthquake, my girl? Don’t you know that my Pokémon has Levitate? So much for a Pokémon Champion,” Amanda laughed. Evie’s nerves were getting to her, she made a rookie mistake and now she had to pay with her underwear. She quickly unclasped her bra and tossed it aside.

“WOOOOOOOOO!” one of the girls yelled, grabbing Evie’s bra out of her fingers and spinning it around, the other roomies also hollering at the sight of Evie’s breasts. They were round, firm, and crowned by puffy brown nipples. Evie let them hang free, as a way to show fake bravado, trying to intimidate her opponent by making her think that she wasn’t feeling as **** as a Charmander on a bathtub.

The game went on. 4 vs 1, it seemed like a foregone conclusion, but Evie clung to hope. “Yes!” She yelled, standing up from the bed and punching the air, breasts swaying back and forth. “A critical hit! Take that.”

“Literally a lucky shot.” Amanda scoffed as she pulled her shirt away from her body. A boring grey bra supported her modest chest; It certainly didn’t have the spectacle of Evie’s underwear selection. “But I think your luck has run out. Hidden Power!”