Your private thoughts

You take a moment to think while Lacy rapidly puts her clothes back on. Your first thoughts drift to how nice her little bubble butt and perky tits are. Then your mind returns to what just happened.

Your mind races as you make some deductions, your studies at school and your work with the professor giving you the knowledge and experience necessary to figure out what exactly is going on. First of all, it appears that these pokeballs are functional, only they capture humans, not pokemon. Second, it appears that their clothes do not go in the pokeball with them. Third, it seems like being captured means that she is now capable to speaking directly to pokemon, like a middle ground between pokemon and humans.

On a whim, you scan her with your pokedex.

Species: Unknown

Name: Lacy

Gender: Female

Type: Normal

Level: 1

Moves: Tackle

Your head is spinning. You look at Lacy. She has adjusted faster than you apparently, her inital shock giving way to total acceptance quickly. "What now master?" Lacy asks.

"Err, you don't need to call me that," you say, awkwardly.

"Why not? He does," she said, pointing to your Charmander, who nods.

"I think you should just stick to Max," for now, you think internally. You spy a Rattata appear out of the corner of your eye and decide to run a test. "Hey Lacy, if I told you to fight that Rattata what would you do?"

"Well fight it, of course," she says instantly. It appears that she, while still retaining her human shape and intelligence, will act like any other pokemon, if you ask her to.

"Lacy, use tackle!" you order. Without hesitation, she rushes the rat pokemon and tackles it. She manages to tackle it into a rock, knocking it out instantly. You check your pokedex. She now reads as level 2. "Good job," you tell her, ruffling her hair. She gives you a cute smile.