A visit to the medical center

Successfully leaving the clothing store with no used condoms attached to your shorts (but still with a roll of unused ones very visible, tucked into your waistband), you head for the next most important venue on your mental list of tasks to do: the medical center. No, not the Pokecenter, the health center for human beings.

You've realized that the instruction that the psychic woman Sabrina gave you to follow about condoms only applies, if you need to carry condoms around with you.

And so it's less than an hour later, after enduring what feels like countless judging stares, that you're sitting in front of a doctor, explaining to him that you wish to go on birth control immediately.

"I see." The man says, peering down at you from over his glasses. "Well, if you have the funds, you can of course go on the paid plan, but most women nowadays are being **** to use the free option."

This feels reminiscent of the nude photo request that was made of you just a short while ago in the Pokecenter.

"...What's the paid plan?" You ask, suspicious.

"That's your traditional one-pill-per-day system that completely prevents pregnancy, with essentially 100% success." The doctor explains. "But what with the shortage, price has skyrocketed. Pun unintended."

"Shortage? Pun?" You're so confused.

"You must have seen the news. Team Rocket have disrupted the entire supply line of several important chemicals. Stealing it to create magic super Pokeballs or something, apparently. Anyway, that means that these little magic pills have gone from costing essentially nothing to costing, well, 1,000,000 PokeCredits."

"WHAT?!"

"Per month."

"You've got to be kidding."

"I'm afraid not. Only the richest of women are able to continue using the birth control pill."

You sigh and cradle your head in your hands. "What's the free option?" You mumble.

The doctor awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, and gives a cheeky grin.

"The free option is... anal."

You scowl at him, but it quickly fades and is replaced with a sad pout. It seems you'll be needing that condom roll hanging out of your shorts, for the foreseeable future.