She’s amazing!

I wake up for the first time in my new bedroom. I know it’s only until I find a place of my own, but it already feels wonderful. A knock on my door is what woke me, so I begin to rub my eyes and call out. “Come in!”

Professor enters the room, but immediately looks away. “I just… um, wanted to let you know I am making breakfast. Eggs and toast. It will be ready in about ten minutes.” She walks out before I can respond.

Strange. Oh well. I get up to change, and only then realize my Eevee onesie came unzipped during the night, exposing my naked chest. I’m not flat, but I don’t have much. I hurriedly close the onesie, fearing the worst. Okay… it stills zips up. Kind of scared I had broken it in my sleep. Ordering a new one in my size… is depressingly easy. But I don’t have the money for it if I’m going to find an apartment. Not that I have the money for it now. I really need to grow up and get a job… or at least grow up and ask my parents for more money.

Realizing I need to stop worrying, I stand up and carefully remove my onesie. After my zipper scare I don’t want to take risks. Then I find a brown bra and panty set with a tiny tan ribbon on each. It’s one of the few non-Pokémon clothes I brought to college… because they reminded me of Lopunny. If the flat bunny lady can become a sexy icon, so can I! I look around my clothes and decide to dress comfy, so I put on my pink Jigglypuff shorts, a white shirt with all of the Eevee evolutions on it except for the most recent one since it didn’t exist when the shirt was made, and I pulled out my yellow Pikachu sweater jacket with hood to put on top. Keeping it unzipped, I felt perfectly comfy. The shirt was a bit tight, being one of the few Pokémon clothes I got before my ill advised descent into Pokémon obsession, but was one of my favorites for the same reason.

I walk out and smell breakfast. Entering the kitchen I am able to better take in Professor Hemlock. She is wearing a clean pressed light blue camisole, brown slacks with an incongruously white apron. She apparently took cooking even eggs very seriously. I don’t think my family even owns an apron. She sees me and finishes putting eggs on a plate as the toaster pops up.

“Perfect timing. Have a seat.”

“Okay.” I take my seat and she places a plate in front of me with scrambled eggs and toast. She puts out ketchup and pours two glasses of orange juice, then grabs her own plate filled with eggs over easy. I’m momentarily impressed she knew how I like my eggs without asking, until I remember most kids prefer scrambled with ketchup too. I eat my eggs and toast, silently reminding myself not to forget to tell her thanks after I’ve finished.

“So, how was your first week of college.”

“Um, most of the classes haven’t assigned anything yet, so school is still pretty easy.”

“That’s good… found any friends to play Pokémon with?”

I’m a little surprised she knows what Pokémon are… but then I feel silly. Just because she has a professional career doesn’t mean she would be ignorant of one of the largest media franchises on the planet.

“Uh, no. Not yet. I’ve been busy with other things.”

“I guess the housing problem has made it hard to focus. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll make lots of friends. And also don’t worry too much about leaving. You can’t stay forever but I wouldn’t invite you just to kick you out a day later.”

I can’t help but smile. Professor Hemlock is the best! “Thank you Professor.”

“Oh at home please call me Lillian. I have to be stern at school, but at home I can relax.”

Every fiber of my being rejects calling an authority figure by their first name… but she also told me to do it… “okay, Lillian.”

“Good. Actually speaking of making friends, there is a little anime convention in a few days. I bet you’ll be able to meet lots of new people there, and many of them will probably go to our college.”

“I don’t know… I don’t handle crowds very well. I was hoping to meet people one on one.”

“Don’t worry about that. You may meet people at conventions in crowds, but that doesn’t mean you meet the crowd itself. You just meet a few people, and the rest is background.”

“I mostly just like Pokémon, and I wouldn’t feel comfortable going alone.”

“Well then we can just go together. I was planning on attending before we met.”

I almost **** on my last slice of toast. Professor Hemlock goes to anime conventions?! I need more information. “W, what type of things do you usually do at conventions?”

“Oh lots of things. This is just a small convention in a college town, so it’s not like any company is going to make a big announcement. But lots of people will be there in cosplay, and if you are interested in doujinshi you can probably find some mixed in with the official merchandise.”

I don’t know what doujinshi is, but it’s not official, got it. That’s fine, some knockoff items can be pretty high quality. “But what do YOU usually do?”

“I’m a cosplayer.”

My brain freezes. Then catches on fire. I must know more. I could be shot right now and I would insist the ambulance left me until this conversation ended. But I have to play it cool, don’t seem too interested. “You cosplay? Can I see what you have? Do you have pictures? Do you make your own or buy?” I’ve never cosplayed, but my obsessive brain can imagine nothing cooler than having a full Pokémon cosplay. I wouldn’t even care much who. I would never show anyone, it would be my private treasure. I try and remember to blink as I await her answer.

She chuckles, “oh, I prefer to make them but I’m not above buying. I do have pictures but I think you’d rather see my collection in person. I haven’t fully organized it yet, but the room across from yours is going to be my little workshop.”

I have to grab the table to keep myself from bolting to that door and tackling it open. Professor Hemlock is the coolest person ever. But wait. Temper expectations. It may be terrible quality for all I know. Still, even if it’s terrible how cool is she?! I must see! “Can I see it? If you have time.” Please show me!

“Absolutely. I kind of figured you’d want to see it as soon as you found out about it. Just let me clear the table and I’ll show you.”

I downed my orange juice instantly and helped her bring it all to the sink. Then we went back towards my room, but opened the door across the hall instead. It wasn’t just cosplay. It was Pokémon cosplay. She had a Team Rocket shirt on a chair. Ashe Ketchum’s hat sat on top. And Professor Oaks lab coat was on a coat hanger. Most of the room was still closed boxes, but everything that I could see was Pokémon and of pretty good quality.

“Why don’t we find something for you to wear to the convention.”

Whoa whoa whoa lady, you may be my hero now but let’s not talk crazy here. “I don’t think I could wear something like these in public.”

“Then don’t. We can just play dress up. Come on, let’s see what fits you. You’re not really my size but some of these have pretty easy fits.”

I should flee. Dress up in front of my Professor who saved my homeless butt and is quickly becoming my idol? Absolutely not… but she does want me to, and it would only be the two of us. “Okay.” I stare at my feet as I can’t believe I managed to skip playing dress up my whole childhood, only to do it now in college with my Professor.

We begin digging through boxes to see what might fit me. But we run into a pretty consistent problem for most of them. Professor Hemlock is just plain taller and bustier than I am. And since all the costumes were meant for her it didn’t matter who it was, Jesse, Misty, Nurse Joy, the shirt is always too big by a noticeable amount. She even has a female Ashe Ketchum shirt that is too big for me. Professor looks at me for a while.

“You know, I do have a costume that was too small for me. I was meaning to adjust it, but never got around to it since I couldn’t find extra fabric. For you, if anything I would need to pull it in, but not by much. But… I’m not sure how you feel about dressing up as a Pokémon.”

She pulls out a brown and tan outfit. And a mask with ears… my face feels like it might be redder than my hair. It’s a full body Lopunny outfit. Unlike many other such costumes it clearly aims more for accuracy instead of leaning into the pretty blatant bunny girl design that makes Lopunny so popular. Even so… Lopunny!

Professor sees my panic and concern. “You don’t have to try it if you don’t want to. But no one will see but us, and I think it would fit you really well. It’s always bothered me that I bought this and could never get it to fit. I’d be happy to see it worn.”

I don’t know if it’s the implication that I could pull off being Lopunny, or just the idea of being a Pokémon. But helping Professor suddenly seems like justification enough to try it. “Okay.”

“Okay then, first let’s just have you try it on. You can put your clothes on that table.” Blushing, I go ahead and strip down to my underwear… which I now remember matches what I’m about to wear. Thankfully, if she notices she doesn’t mention it.

“Okay, now the good news is that it’s very similar to your pajamas, but the zipper is in back. So step in and get your arms in, then turn around so I can zip you up.”

I do as she says, and sure enough it feels almost exactly like I’m in my pajamas, except it’s a little less baggy up top, and I don’t have a hood to make me feel safe. The sleeves also end in fluffy gloves instead of an opening. I turn around and see my cute little fluffy tail. The neck also is tighter and is a high neck, coming up to just below my chin.

Professor starts to grope my butt… and I freeze. I don’t know what’s happening. She then moves up to my stomach and feels around there. Her hands begin to go higher and higher and, “Professor?!” I try to politely ask what she’s doing, but I can’t keep the panic out of my voice.

“Oh sorry. I’m just trying to feel where I need to take in the cloth. Don’t worry.” Her hands continue up. She does pull the cloth tight, but then she uses the other hand to slowly rub each of my breasts. After she’s done that for a little while, she moves on to my neck but quickly moves on to my arms. She feels them all the way down to my wrists before releasing them and going back down to my ass. Going one leg at a time, she gropes her way slowly down my thighs to my feet. Finally she steps back. “Hold still for a bit, I need to get my tape measure and a note pad.” She doesn’t sound bothered by what she’s doing… so I guess it’s fine? She returns and measures my waist, hips, neck, biceps, forceps, wrist. She then seems to take longer with my thighs, before measuring the distance from the ground to my crotch area. I keep wondering if I should object, but I never get anywhere beyond “um.” Finally she measures my breasts, and again she very carefully lays out the measurement tape by running her hands slowly across my breasts with the tape underneath.

“There, give me a day or two and it will fit like a glove. Now we just need to make sure the mask sits on your head correctly.” Professor pulls up the mask. Up close and from underneath, it was clearly some kind of small and light motorcycle helmet. The back looks like it was partially removed and the front of course has Lopunny’s face on it. Although it looks like the helmet had its glass replaced with a non-moving plastic plate, seamlessly inset. The plate has a whole bunch of tiny holes drilled in it, I guess to let the wearer see. Most of the holes are where the eyes are painted on, which makes sense with Lopunny’s big black and brown eyes. On top are attached what I think are correctly sized Lopunny ears.

I’m a little nervous, but I’ve come this far. So I slip my head inside. At first I can’t see much, the sight holes don’t seem to help much. Then Professor adjusts the helmet to sit correctly, and the holes line up much better. I still have some blind spots, but I don’t feel like I’m going to run into walls constantly. The weight of the ears will probably take some getting used to, but with the back partly cut away and the holes in the front, it’s not nearly as hot as I had imagined. Although I would probably still sweat in a room filled with people. Professor turns me towards a mirror, and I swear I might almost be looking at an official Lopunny model. The body is still too baggy, but everything else is practically perfect. I hold my arms up in front of my chest in the classic Lopunny pose, and it almost feels like I just became one of my Pokémon.

“It looks good. I think the padding on top might need to be shaved down so it sits just a tad lower. That wont take any time at all. So what do you think?”

I can’t think of what to say. I start hopping on the balls of my feet in excitement, I’m Lopunny! I never thought I could look so cute! I want to grab my Lopunny plushy and hug it like I was its big sister! Which… I can do right now. I turn around and skip out of the room giggling like a drunk girl, across the hall and into my Pokémon sanctuary. I quickly find Lopunny and hug her tight. Then I realize Buneary is right there too, and grab the child version of the bunny Pokémon to hug as well.

Professor follows me. “Well, you certainly seem happy about it.”

“Lopunny!” I squeal it out. I take a breath to calm down. “I can’t believe you have such an amazing costume. I look just like Lopunny!”

“Not exactly. But once I get the fabric tightened up it should be pretty good. The helmet won’t let you see perfectly so you might think you look better than you actually do, but it is probably the best Lopunny suit I’ve ever seen. Which is why I bought it. I can’t wait to see you in it when it’s fitted. Speaking of, I do need you to take it off now. Can’t make adjustments with you in it.” I follow her back to her cosplay studio and take off the helmet. It was kind of jiggly on my head… oh. There were straps I was supposed to use. I giggle at my own stupidity, but I just can’t help but feel giddy. I was a Pokémon! She helps me unzip. Once I’m back out and in my underwear her hands appear from behind me and grab my breasts again and squeeze.

“Professor?!” I thought this was over!

Her hand continue to squeeze and move around my chest. “Hmm, the suit is pretty tight. Best not to wear underwear next time. After all, Lopunny doesn’t have a panty line.” Professor laughs beautifully and gives me a light slap on my butt.

I don’t know why it came out. It was a very exciting morning, she’s been touching me a lot, and she was making me into a sexy Pokémon. So when she slapped me I let out a single sexy moan. I quickly bite the knuckle of my index finger to stifle the sound, but it’s too late. The room is dead quiet except for the sounds of our breathing. Finally I nervously look behind me with my finger still between my teeth.