Hazel

Your name is Hazel. You've been eighteen for a few months. You're sexually frustrated.

Dating is hard in Pallet Town. Nearly all the boys your age are off catching pokemon. The ones who are left are mostly looking for romance and marriage, meaning they're super taken. Last month you had a wonderful fling with a six-badge trainer who was passing through -- he had some sort of question for Professor Oak -- but that lasted all of three days, and since then it's pretty much been you and your hand.

(You did try seducing an older man, but all you got was a few headpats and a hideously embarrassing lecture from your dad later that evening.)

But soon that's going to change! You went and studied pokemon, and you managed to pass the trainer exam! Today is your first day as a pokemon trainer!

Pokemon trainer sex lives are the stuff of legend. If a woman loses a challenge, she owes her partner a forfeit, which is usually sexual. Gym battles are recorded and broadcast; you've spent many nights watching the battle reruns with the most exciting forfeits, wishing you were them. And you've heard that some of the impromptu forfeits on the pokemon routes can be even wilder!

As a pokemon trainer, you're going to travel the world and meet so many boys! And girls too, hopefully! And maybe you'll even catch some pokemon!

You wake up five minutes before the alarm. You stretch big and roll out of bed naked. You check yourself out in the mirror before you get dressed: brown hair, green eyes, five-foot-ten. Slim but not skinny. C-cup breasts, carefully shaved pussy, cute butt.

You smile. You'll be a great trainer! You're sure of it! You strike a cute pose and take a few selfies. You upload the clothed version to your trainer profile, and you keep a naked version on your phone, just in case.

Your parents are downstairs to see you off over breakfast.

Your dad is tall and thin and just a bit nerdy. He has a whole travel plan sketched out for you, annotated with the best routes to explore and the best pokemon to catch, and he spends the first half of breakfast telling you all about it. You listen politely and do your best to seem interested.

Your mom is short and curvy, with a smile that lights up the room. Her advice is of a different nature. "There are rules to the chase, more or less," she says. "High-level trainers mostly don't prey on lowbies. Pokemon centers are mostly safe. But for anyone with two badges or less, you can expect them to challenge anything female. They'll group together to catch higher-level trainers, especially just after a gym battle when your pokemon are weak."

You nod, trying not to look too eager. "I know the risks, Mom," you say. "I'll be careful!" you lie.

"But men like women, mostly," she continues. "They'll help you out or do you favors for free, once they've gotten their challenge in. Offering them a blowjob doesn't hurt, of course."

You try not to blush. "Mom!"

"Anyway, I looked through your pack," she continues. "You packed deodorant and a toothbrush, but you forgot the sunscreen, you'll need a washcloth if you're going to be camping, and I packed you a bottle of lube, just in case."

You're definitely blushing now. "Mom! That's private!" You've heard there are women who need lube to have good sex, but you've never found it difficult to get properly wet. More the opposite, really.

"You feel that way now," she says, "but the first time you lose to someone who wants anal, you'll be really glad you have good lube..."

Oh. Anal lube. "Whoops look at the time!" you say. "I have to go right now! Love you both! Goodbye!" You give them both a quick hug, scoop up your pack, and run out the door before your parents can say anything else about your sex life.

You keep the lube, though.