A proper gym battle. And a wardrobe change.

You awaken to the sound of chatter and footsteps. You yawn, wipe the sleep from your eyes, and quickly come to realize two facts: One, you’re in the middle of the Pokemon Center which is full of people. And two, you’re stark naked for everyone to see. “EEEE!” you screech, which immediately attracts all of the attention you wanted to avoid. Where’s your backpack? You need to change right now! As you scan your surroundings while covering yourself up, Nurse Joy turns around to “greet” you.

“Morning, Sleepyslut! Your backpack’s in your room, if that’s what you’re looking for.” That’s all you needed to hear. You streak through the lobby and upstairs to your room, face burning crimson at the visitors’ remarks the whole way, and slam the door shut behind you.

Sure enough, your backpack sits on your bed, and you open it to reveal… that your clothes from yesterday aren’t there. You look under your bed, in the bathroom, you look anywhere and everywhere in your room but can’t find them. Great. You’d left them in a locker at the gym, and they’re probably long gone by now. Guess you’re down to 2 outfits now, and neither of them are terribly modest. With a sigh of resignation, you put on your loose tank top and criminally short skirt, and depart.

On your way out, Nurse Joy has some more advice for you. “By the way, we usually can’t pull people out of gyms because Gym Leaders have total authority inside. This was a special exception because the Gym Leader wasn’t there, so try not to make a habit of getting railed in gyms, okay~?”

You clear your throat. “Thanks, Nurse Joy, but it was a special exception in more ways than one. I am NOT ending up on one of those stretchers again and that’s that.”

The same smug smile creeps across her face as last time. “You are just the gift that keeps on giving.”

You arrive at the Cerulean Gym and brazenly march inside, determined not to be taken advantage of a second time. On the other side of the pool stands a redheaded girl who’s doing some sort of stretch routine. She looks very similar in age to you, maybe a bit younger. She wears a blue bikini that’s way less exposing than the one you wore, and her red hair hangs down to her shoulders. That’s who you’re looking for, she stands out like a sore thumb. You call out to her, “Hey you! I’m Emilia! Your gym is full of a bunch of perverts and I’m here to challenge you to a pokemon battle!” A little more aggressive than you planned, but you’re upset about the way you’ve been treated and are somewhat eager to take it out on her.

“You? Are you sure you’re not here to get fucked? Those are definitely ‘fuck me’ clothes,” she calls back. You emit a low growl. “Well, if you say you’re here to lose then I won’t argue. My name’s Misty, and you’re fish food!”

Swimmers evacuate from the pool to make room for the battle. Now’s your chance! It’s finally your time to shine!