Into the world of Pokémon!

Chapter II - Pallet Town

You step out onto the decking of the porch and admire the view from the hill of where your house sits. You feel the cool air run through your damp hair.

"Okay, Leaf, enough sightseeing." You say to yourself. You secure the strap of your bag with a tight grasp and sprint down the path to the bottom of the hill. You can't help but grin as you race down the steep ground. Your feet skip lightly across the sparkling green grass as your petite breasts bounce gently, mildly suppressed by your tight tank top. Your hair and skirt can barely keep up with you. Your hair trails behind like a majestic tail to a Gyarados, while your skirt rests flush to your thighs as the back of it flaps in the breeze in all directions.

You eventually reach the bottom of the hill. Though small, Pallet Town was full of life. Children ran, playing in the town square, splashing each other with the water from the grand fountain that sat in the center. Adults swarmed the marketplace, going about their daily errands. The smell of fresh bread from the bakers flooded your nostrils as you breathe in heavily. You see a young woman walking her Nidoran♀. You can't help but smile at the creature as it nuzzles lovingly against her leg. You keep a slow pace despite the excitement inside. The sight of the town never gets old, you have to enjoy every moment of it while you can. The smile fades from your cheeks. You realize you have no idea how long it's going to be until you're back here.

You're lost in your train of thought as you head to the Lab. So much so you don't see the bike heading straight for you. The cyclist tries to swerve out the way but it's too late.

Crash

You fall back onto the stone tiled path. The hat rolls of your head next to you. You feel a sharp pain in your stomach from where the bike hit you. The sound of the collision didn't go unnoticed either, a few people turn their heads to see what the commotion was all about. You to sit up to view the damage and the rider. A boy about the same age as you untangles himself from his bike and rubs his head through his jet black hair.

"I'm so sorry." You apologize, almost instinctively. Being the not so confrontational person you are, you wanted to try and keep as calm as possible. After all, you didn't want to start a fight, you might miss your chance of getting your first Pokémon. The boy shoots you a stern look. Your smile drops and turns into a guilty look. He keeps staring at you but doesn't say anything, like he was reading a foreign language. You both exchange different looks before you notice his face turning a shade of red. He immediately turns his eyes away, trying his hardest not to look at you.

"What?" you ask, confused as to what caused his sudden embarrassment. He remains silent but clears his throat before pointing to your skirt. You follow the direction of his finger to find that your skirt had flipped up as you fell. Your white and pink lined tanga panties were completely visible. You throw your skirt down almost instantly, your face now the same shade of red as the boy. You both try to avoid eye contact as you stand up. The boy straightens out his red an white jacket and fixes his cap. He throws his legs over the saddle of his bicycle before you both exchange a quick look of uncertainty as he sped off out of the town.

Holding the edges of your skirt down firmly, you walk the rest of the short distance to the Laboratory. It wasn't long until you reached the rather impressive looking building at the edge of town. A small wooden sign sat outside. 'Prof. Oak's Laboratory.' you read, kneeling down moderately to read it. You approach the large metal door of the building. The green paint was chipping away slightly, revealing previous paint jobs. You already knew the age of this building, it had been here all your life, as well as your moms. You push the slightly stiff and heavy door open...