It was a quiet evening, the sky a beautiful pinkish-orange, cars passing by, various bird-like pokemon can be heard chirping, all the while the sun is setting. It was quite a peaceful sight to behold. A teen boy, about 14 years of age. His hair was a nice shade of brown, it was long and curly, and was a bit unkempt it was, knotted and messy. He was wearing a pink sweater (As his favorite colour was pink,) and some baggy black pants, he was thin, sicky thin one might say. He was pale too, with obvious eye bags under his hazel eyes, you would think he was ill if you didn't know better. He never liked the way that he looked, he wished he was beautiful. He was riding home on his bicycle, and respectfully, he is riding on the sidewalk, as opposed to riding on the road. His parents scolded him for doing that once, more specifically his mother. His father was out of the picture. He was quite nervous to see her, he had gotten a B- on his math test today. “Ugh… I just know tonight is going to suckass.” He muttered to himself, before quickly going back to admiring all the pokemon, pokemon almost always clears his conscience. Some Pidove and some Starly flying high or closer, he stopped his cycling as he saw there was a Pikipek on a tree, picking and pecking at the tree, he always had an affinity for pokemon, but his mother never allowed him to have one.


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He arrives home, getting off of his bicycle, and praying to some power above that his mother is asleep, as she always forgets to lock the door. Opening the front door hesitantly, he is immediately met by his mothers voice coming from the living room. “Is that you, Keijo?” Her voice was rough and rugged, with a lick of resentment when she uttered his name. “Uhm, yes. It's me.” He responded quietly, making sure not to raise his voice too much to annoy her. “Come here, you little shit.” She ordered, he followed the order, entering the living room. “I got a call from your teachers again, you’re doing shit. You’re supposed to be getting A+’s left and right, NOT THIS BULLSHIT!” She states angrily and disappointedly, 

“Yes, I know mom. I’m sorry–” 

“SHUT YOUR LYING GODDAMN MOUTH! Do not “apologize” again. I’m not stupid. I know you’re not actually sorry. Oh, and I know why you’re failing. It’s because of that theater thing you oh so looove.” She pauses, her face wrinkling up more, as she looks down at the boy with a level of disgust. “You better stop doing that, and start focusing on something that is important. I don't want you becoming one of those queers either. You and all of those pink sweaters… And those pokemon you like…” She resumed coldly, “I will be calling the school everyday, and if you’re still in that “class”... You’ll be actually sorry.” All the boy could respond with was a scared little “I understand.” 

“Good. Now get your ugly fatass to your room, you are grounded.” She ordered, and Keijo walked out of the living room and up stairs to his room. His room was quite nice, with a lot of pokemon memorabilia, posters of pokemon such as Obstagoon, fact books and stories, some little figures, fake pokeballs, although, the most stuff he had was of Fairy-type pokemon memorabilia. Fairy-types were always his favorite, his prized possession was his Sylveon plush. He liked other types sure, but he always resonated with fairy-types the most. His mother, of course, knows this. Calling him all the mean things under the sun. He wasn't even sure of his sexuality, but he hoped he wasn’t queer, his mom would not like that. Tucking himself into bed, hugging his Sylveon plush he slowly fell asleep.


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… Keijo opens his eyes, he had heard his door creak, before he got up, he had noticed his plush was nowhere to be seen, which raises concern for him. He gets up from bed slowly, and out the door… He looked down the hallway, to see a Sylveon at the end, sitting and the top of the stairs. They looked at him and smiled, “Sylveon!” They said, before running down the stairs. “W- was that real?” He asked himself, before following the ribbon dog down the stairs, it seems they had exited through the front door. How did the Sylveon open the door?? He was too caught up with catching up with the Sylveon, it didn't even cross his mind. He saw them again, they ran into the forest, and the boy gave suit. It seems they were leading him into the forest, deeper and deeper into the night. After a few minutes… He loses track of the pokemon, “No no no… Where is that Sylveon? Oh… And now I'm lost in the forest…” He looks around frantically, before noticing… A sachet on the ground. It was a brilliant purple, a black with a yellow center was tied around to seal it, it looks like it was left here deliberately… He walks towards the sachet and crouches down, “Weird…” He says, before picking it up. Carefully untying the bow, the sachet opens up, and suddenly releases a weird pink gas, which he starts to inhale, doing so ends up with him coughing, “What in the–?!” He says, before coughing more. He starts to feel odd. He feels himself heat up, and suddenly, very fluffy pink-ish purple fur starts sprouting from his body, it doesn't… Hurt as much as one would suspect. Just a bit uncomfortable. He quickly stands up in a panic, looking down at his body as it is engulfed in pink fur, his hair also seemed to change to be the fur. “WHAT THE?!” He shouts out in a panic, the fur started ripping at his clothes, he feels his whole body become shorter, and shorter. He also starts to… Become a bit fatter. As this is happening, the fur fully engulfs him, “Wh- What’s happening to me?!” He blurts out before his body shape changes more, becoming much shorter and fatter, with out any real desirable body or neck, his face becomes much wider, and a blue-gray colour, his nose and mouth fuse together in a small down curving beak, and his eyes grow in size, becoming oval shaped, his scalae (The whites in his eyes,) become hazel, just like his, just like his iris, his eyelashes go to the side of each eye, and become fuller and bigger. “Shit! I’m–” He shouts, but cutting himself off as he hears his voice change, it seemed much more soothing and melodic while still sounding like himself, he… quite liked the changes. His ears start to grow, being covered in much more wavy fur, with some yellow fur for the insides, the ears also move to more of the top of his head. His arms, already shortened, become more shortened and smaller, and each of his hands lose two digits, leaving only two fingers and a thumb on each, his nails grow more outwards, they become yellow and pointed, looking like painted nails, to him at least. His clothes, already beaten, are ripped even more after much more fluffy pink fur starts to grow out of his lower area, sort of looking like a cute skirt, with a black bow on the back. His legs, which have already shortened (Although not as much as his arms,) change, with his feet becoming three toed paws, and forcing him to stand on his tippy toes. He stumbles back a little, before some mental changes start to happen to him… He starts to feel more confident, I mean, he was beautiful, he felt himself become more caring, despite him already being quite a caring guy, finally, he felt himself just become happier! Yay! With the transformation being finished. He was an Aromatisse! No longer was he the scrawny pale boy, he now was a beautiful Aromatisse! He looked at himself with awe and… Glee. He really liked this. “Aromatisssee!!” He joyfully cried out, not even phased by his new vocabulary limit. He felt so free as a pokemon! He wondered where the Sylveon went, but he didn’t really care… He was an Aromatisse now! He didn’t need a pokemon, he was one! He joyfully ran into the night sky, forever changed, for the better!