the Reshiram princess.

he decided to look online when he found a french shop laybeled "the princess' choice", Ash's eyes widened as he clicked on the website, and a flurry of pastel colors and elegant fonts danced across his screen.

Ash's eyes grew wide with excitement as he clicked on the "Make Your Own Princess" page. The screen transformed into a virtual dressing room, with a blank avatar standing in front of a ornate mirror. A menu bar on the left side of the screen displayed various categories: "Gowns", "Accessories", "Hair", and "Shoes". Ash's fingers hovered over the mouse, hesitating for a moment before clicking on the "Gowns" tab. A parade of exquisite dresses marched across the screen, each one more breathtaking than the last. Ash's heart skipped a beat as he scrolled through the options, his mind racing with the possibilities.

Ash's eyes widened in awe as he gazed at the Reshiram gown, the intricate blue fire pattern dancing across the fabric like flames licking at the edges of the screen. He felt an inexplicable connection to the design, as if the Vast White Pokémon's majestic presence was calling to him. Without hesitation, Ash clicked on the gown, and the avatar in the virtual dressing room sprang to life, twirling to face the mirror as the Reshiram gown materialized on its digital form. The dress shimmered and shined, the blue fire pattern seeming to pulse with an inner light. Ash's fingers trembled with excitement as he reached for the "Try On" button, his heart racing with anticipation.

As the virtual dressing room's soft glow illuminated Ash's face, his eyes remained fixed on the screen, drinking in the sight of the Reshiram gown. The delicate fabric seemed to shimmer and rustle, as if the very essence of the Pokémon had been woven into its threads. The blue fire pattern danced across the avatar's form, casting a mesmerizing spell over Ash. He felt his fingers relaxing, his grip on the mouse easing, as if he was being drawn into the virtual world.

The room around him began to fade into the background, the sounds of the outside world growing distant and muffled. Ash's breathing slowed, his heart rate steadying, as he became one with the digital realm.

As the virtual dressing room's soft glow continued to illuminate Ash's face, he felt a strange sensation wash over him, as if the digital realm was bleeding into the real world. The Reshiram gown, now superimposed over his physical form, seemed to shimmer and rustle, its delicate fabric whispering against his skin. Ash's eyes, still fixed on the screen, widened in wonder as he felt the gown's presence envelop him, its blue fire pattern dancing across his vision like a mesmerizing aurora.

The room around him grew even more distant, the sounds of the outside world fading into a gentle hum.

As Ash's fingers danced across the keyboard, the virtual dressing room responded with a symphony of soft clicks and gentle whooshes. The shoes section unfolded before him, a treasure trove of delicate slippers, stately boots, and elegant heels. Ash's eyes widened as he scrolled through the options, his heart racing with excitement. He hesitated for a moment, his cursor hovering over a pair of dainty glass slippers, before his gaze landed on the perfect complement to the Reshiram gown: scaly white gloves with razor-sharp claws at the end, and a pair of white high heels that seemed to defy gravity with their impossible height.

As the scaly white gloves and white high heels materialized on his body, Ash's physique slowly began to shift, his shoulders narrowing, his hips curving, and his facial features softening. The transformation was almost imperceptible, yet utterly captivating, like a whispered secret only he could hear. His skin, once a warm golden brown, now took on a radiant, porcelain-like complexion, as if the very essence of the Reshiram gown had infused his being.

The gloves, with their razor-sharp claws, seemed to mold themselves to his new hands, the delicate fingers now tipped with gleaming white talons.

The sensation of his body changing was both surreal and overwhelming, and Ash could only watch in awe as his chest began to expand, the soft curves of breasts pushing against the fabric of the Reshiram gown. The feeling of his old form shrinking away was strange but not unpleasant, and as he looked down at his new body, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The white high heels added a few inches to his height, making him feel taller and more elegant, and the scaly white gloves fit perfectly, their razor-sharp claws glinting in the soft light of the virtual dressing room.

As Ash's cursor hovered over the "Accessories" tab, the virtual dressing room's soft glow seemed to intensify, as if sensing her growing excitement. With a delicate click, the tab unfolded, revealing a treasure trove of glittering jewels, delicate trinkets, and majestic headpieces. Ash's eyes widened as she scanned the options, her heart racing with anticipation. Her gaze landed on a fiery red crown, its gemstones blazing like embers from a dragon's lair. Without hesitation, she clicked on the crown, and it materialized on her digital form, its presence seeming to ignite a fierce inner light.

As the Reshiram earrings, necklace, and bracelet materialized on her digital form, Ash's eyes sparkled with delight. The earrings, shaped like miniature Reshiram heads, seemed to gleam with an inner fire, their delicate curves and lines a testament to the exquisite craftsmanship of the virtual jewelry. The necklace, a glittering latticework of silver and blue topaz, settled around her neck with a soft clink, its intricate patterns shimmering like the stars on a clear night sky. The bracelet, a delicate circlet of silver and crystal, wrapped itself around her wrist with a gentle click, its facets glinting like shards of ice in the soft light of the virtual dressing room.

As the final touches of her digital transformation took hold, Ash's gaze drifted upward, her eyes locking onto the virtual mirror that dominated the dressing room. The reflection staring back at her was almost unrecognizable, yet utterly captivating. Her white hair, styled in wild, flowing locks that echoed the majestic mane of Reshiram, standing to the end. The tips of her hair seemed to flicker with an inner flame, as if infused with the very essence of the dragon's fiery spirit.

Her eyes, now a deep, piercing blue, shone like sapphires in the soft light of the virtual dressing room.

As Ash's gaze lingered on her reflection, a soft, golden light began to emanate from the virtual mirror, imbuing the air with an otherworldly essence. The light danced across her face, accentuating the delicate curves of her cheeks and the gentle slope of her nose. Her eyes, now a deep, piercing blue, sparkled like sapphires as she beheld her transformed self.

Just as she was about to reach out and touch the mirror, a new tab materialized on the screen, its presence announced by a soft, chiming sound.

As Ash's eyes focused on the new tab, she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The words "Choose Your Pokemon" were emblazoned across the top of the tab, and below it, a series of images depicting various Pokemon appeared. Ash's heart raced as she scanned the options, but one image in particular caught her eye. It was a majestic, fire-breathing dragon with a mane of white flames and piercing blue eyes. The dragon's name was Reshiram, and Ash knew that this was one of the Pokemon she had to choose.

As the Reshiram materialized beside her, Ash's heart swelled with an overwhelming sense of joy and wonder. The dragon's majestic form seemed to fill the virtual dressing room, its white flames dancing across its mane like a celestial aura. The air was filled with the sweet scent of smoke and ozone, as if the very fabric of reality had been ignited by the dragon's presence.

Without hesitation, Ash reached out a trembling hand, her fingers brushing against the dragon's scales. The touch sent shivers down her spine, as if the dragon's fiery essence was coursing through her veins. Reshiram nuzzled her gently, its piercing blue eyes locking onto hers with a deep, unspoken understanding.

she then chose her other pokemon which were a Lopunny, a Gardvoir, a Dragapult, an Altaria, a Mienshao, a Milotic, a Lapras, an Absol, a Froslass, a Kantonian Ninetales, an Alolan Ninetales, a Rapidash, an Ampharos, a Serperior, a Togekiss, a Sylveon, a Vaporeon, Glaceon, an Umbreon, an Espeon, a Nidoqueen, a Delphox, a Moewscarada, a Primarina, a Salazzle, a Dedenne, a Roserade, a Suicune, a Cresselia, a Xerneas, a Zacian, a Manaphy and a Virizion which meterialized next to her.

As the last of the Pokémon materialized beside her, Ash's eyes widened in awe, her gaze sweeping across the assembled team with a sense of wonder and pride. The virtual dressing room seemed to expand, its boundaries stretching to accommodate the sheer number of Pokémon that now stood before her. The air was filled with a kaleidoscope of colors and scents, each Pokémon radiating its unique energy and aura.

The Lopunny, with its cotton-like fur and gentle eyes, nuzzled Ash's hand, its soft breathing a soothing melody. The Gardvoir, its psychic powers crackling with energy, stood tall and proud, its eyes gleaming with a deep intelligence.

she then saw a message pop up which said "your Castle is being build at the moment, just wait for now" Ash used that moment to think of a new name for herself.

As the message lingered on the screen, Ash's gaze drifted downward, her eyes losing focus as she delved into the realm of her own thoughts. The soft hum of the virtual dressing room's ambient music and the gentle rustle of her Pokémon's movements created a soothing background melody, allowing her to relax and concentrate on the task at hand. She closed her eyes, letting her mind wander through the vast expanse of her imagination, searching for the perfect name to match her new, elegant persona.

The first name that came to mind was "White," inspired by the breathtaking beauty of the dawn sky.

As she gazed at Reshiram, Ash's thoughts were filled with the memories of her journey, and how the majestic dragon had become an integral part of her transformation. The name "White" seemed to resonate deeply with her, evoking the image of a pristine canvas, waiting to be filled with the vibrant colors of her new life. She felt an inexplicable connection to the name, as if it had been whispered to her by the universe itself. With a gentle smile, she whispered the name aloud, "White," and felt a subtle shift in the atmosphere, as if the virtual dressing room was acknowledging her newfound identity.

As Reshiram's majestic head drew closer, White's eyes fluttered open, and she gazed into the dragon's piercing blue eyes, feeling an intense sense of connection and understanding. The dragon's gentle nuzzle sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but smile, her lips curving upward in a soft, serene arc. The virtual dressing room's ambient music seemed to swell, the notes blending together in a harmonious melody that echoed the beating of White's heart.

With a delicate touch, White reached out and stroked Reshiram's mane, her fingers gliding through the fiery locks as if they were made of silk.

As White's gaze swept across the vast, opulent space, her eyes widened in wonder, drinking in the splendor of the Reshiram-themed sanctuary. The room was a marvel of design, with gleaming white marble floors, walls adorned with intricate, fiery patterns, and a ceiling that seemed to stretch up to the heavens, its surface etched with glittering, silver accents that shimmered like the stars on a clear night. Every available surface was adorned with Reshiram merchandise, from delicate, crystal figurines to majestic, larger-than-life statues that seemed to radiate an inner light.

As she turned to face the gigantic Reshiram plushie, White's eyes widened in wonder, her gaze drinking in the sheer scale and majesty of the creature. The plushie, which had initially appeared as a lifeless decoration, now stirred to life, its soft, cuddly body beginning to glow with a warm, golden light. The air around it seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy, as if the very essence of Reshiram's being had been distilled into this gigantic, adorable form.

The plushie's eyes, which had been mere stitched-on buttons, now sparkled with a mischievous inner light, as if they held a deep wisdom and understanding.

she hugged the plushie when she suddenly felt warm feathers against her back and saw her Reshiram partner behind her.