The Lab

No, you tell yourself, today is the day you finally get your Pokemon and nothing is going to stop that. Breaking into a run you dash towards the Professor's lab, which is when you regret having left your jacket behind.

As you run you feel your breasts bouncing heavily up and down and with just the tight vest top on the bounce is pretty clear to anyone who happens to look your way.

You finally slow down as you reach the lab, your cheeks red both from the running and a little from embarrassment, as you push open the door to the lab.

You look around the lab and spot Oak stood at the far end, three Pokeballs sat on the table in front of him and there, beside him, his Grandaughter, Blue.

"Ahhh, Red, you've finally made it." Oak says with a grin, gesturing towards the table in front of him.

"Yeah, finally." Blue scoffs. "I've been waiting here for half an hour just to find out what Pokemon you were going to pick. Everyone else has already left."

You feel the colour returning to your cheeks again at your rivals scolding but try your best to ignore her, stepping up to Oak. "Sorry I'm late professor."

"Oh that's quite alright young lady." Oak replies with a smile. "Now tell me, Squirtle, Charmander or Bulbasaur? Which Pokemon do you choose?"