Misty

"Starmie, use swift" called out Misty. Her star unleashed it's attack, knocking out the opposing Pikachu.

"No, Pikachu" called out it's trainer, a young boy, who knelt down in defeat.

"I don't understand. I used grass and electric type Pokemon" he said. A 20 year old Misty walked up to him, wearing a yellow shirt and jean shorts.

"Pokemon battling is more than just type matchups" she said as she held out her hand.

"I guess so. I'll get you next time" he said as she pulled him up. She smiled as he ran outside, Pikachu in his arms. Misty sighed, another easy challenger. Starmie swept through all 3 of his Pokemon.

"Good job Starmie. Why don't you go play with the others" she said. Starmie saluted her and ran off. Misty sighed again, as the boy reminded her of Ash.

"Oh Ash" she said as she walked into the living area of the gym. After disbanding Team Rocket and fighting literal god, Ash has taken it easy, going on simple adventures without the rush of Gym Battles. He's stopping by the day after tomorrow, and Misty can't wait.

"I wonder how mature he's gotten" she said to herself as she sat on her sofa. She felt a familiar warmth in her loins as she thought of him. Her thoughts were much more sexual than usual, although she didn't seem to mind.

"Gosh, I'm really pent up" she said, not noticing the bimbofication has started.