Get some freaking clothes!

Staggering out into the streets of Pewter City, you make a beeline for the Pokémart.

As you undertake your walk of shame from the Gym, denizens of the City alternate between cheering and jeering. Evidently, Brock pulling this kind of prank on a losing Trainer is not unheard of.

After what feels like an eternity (you swear Pewter didn't seem this sprawling when you had clothes), you reach the relative safety of the Pokémart. You'll be able to buy some new clothes here, before braving the Pokécenter.

Mercifully, the store's deserted, save for the sales assistant behind the counter.

"Been to the Gym?" She asks, a grin on her face and an eyebrow raised.

"No, I just find a stroll right after being gangbanged is good for my health." You sigh.

"Har har." She grins. "Y'know, there's no shame in it. Same thing happened to me with Brock's dad during my Trainer phase." The woman admits.

"If you think there's no shame in it, you might not remember it so well." You respond, trudging over to the clothing section.

"Hey, it's a Pewter City tradition!" The woman continues as you quickly browse their selection. "Every town needs one."

"You couldn't have a pageant? Or a parade?" You ask, pulling on a black crop top.

"Well, it is kind of a parade." The clerk says, with a rueful smile.

"Most people aren't so... open where I'm from." You admit. You can only imagine what would happen if you'd tried this stunt in Pallet Town.

"Well, it's a big province, honey. You'd be amazed what some people get up to. And fascinated." She comments.

Finally finding a pair in your size, you step into a pair of denim shorts. Luckily, they're comfy and seem easy to wear.

"So, tell me: was Brock as good as he seems?" The cashier asks, as you head to the counter to pay for your new outfit.

"Well, yeah." You sheepishly admit. Even though you plan to rematch Brock, some part of you knows losing to him wouldn't carry quite the same sting it normally would have, now that you know the excitement ahead of you. "But don't tell him I said that!"

"Please, Brock doesn't come in here. The Pokémon League subsidises and delivers all his gear." The clerk admits. "I only get to see the girls he leaves in his wake. You know, I once saw one girl go lose to Brock four times in a week? Gotta admire her persistence!"

Fascinating, you think, paying up and heading for the door.

Stepping out into the cool air, you feel a little more encouraged than you did entering the mart.