Poké Commando

Jenna had a secret, something not even those closest to her knew. Several years ago she had naively accepted a dare to try and steal a spoon from the Mayor's Alakazam. And unfortunately, she had succeeded.

Ever since then, she had found herself with a strong aversion to underwear of any kind, to the point where she recoiled at the sight of it and wearing it made her physically ill. Now, Jenna wasn't stupid. She had put 2 and 2 together and knew the Alakazam had messed with her head. But that spoony bastard was thorough. Every time she tried to tell someone about her problem, the words wouldn't come, couldn't come. And of course she couldn't seek help if she couldn't communicate.

Which brings us to Jenna's current problem, which was this year's dress code for beginning trainers. Trainers with at least one badge could wear anything they wanted, (or not wear anything they wanted. Kanto didn't really have any laws about public nudity), but beginners were **** to follow some arbitrary dress code for no reason that Jenna could divine. The problem was, specifically, the female dress code, and its calls for a miniskirt.

Now, Jenna tried not to wear skirts of any variety, for fear of accidentally exposing her lack of panties. A miniskirt would be 100 times worse. But unfortunately, if she wanted a Pokémon, she didn't have a choice in the matter. So, dressed in a tank top, a miniskirt, sandals, and nothing else, Jenna headed to Professor Oak's lab to get her first Pokémon.