Ash let out a low whistle, the sound strange and breathy coming from his new vocal cords. He looked down, and his jaw went slack. "Whoa... Serena, you weren't kidding." He was completely bare, his new skin dewy and flawless in the dappled forest light. He brought up one of her hands—his hand now, slender and smooth—and gave a breast a curious squeeze. It was insane. So heavy and soft, yet firm. It felt... amazing. A strange shiver, an echo of Serena's own pleasure, coursed through him, and he felt the nipple pebble under his palm. A wicked grin spread across Serena's face. "Heh, sensitive, huh?"
His hands roamed downwards, over the curve of a slim waist and the sudden, generous flare of her hips. He felt powerful, grounded. "Man, this is a totally different setup," he chuckled, swaying a little. The movement was so easy, so natural, his new hips creating a gentle, hypnotic rhythm. This body wasn't just big, it was incredibly comfortable, like it was built for both power and grace.
He spotted her clothes in a heap on the forest floor, right where they'd fallen when he'd pulled her skin out. "Well, can't walk around like this," he mused, sauntering over. He picked up the delicate lace bra, fumbling with the clasp for a moment before figuring it out. Scooping his new assets into the cups was a unique experience, and the way it lifted and supported them felt surprisingly good. He slipped on a pair of silky panties, the fabric feeling exquisite against skin that was suddenly a thousand times more sensitive.
He pulled on the high-waisted red skirt, loving how it hugged his new curves, then the black thigh-highs, his fingers gliding over the long, smooth expanse of her legs. Once he was done, he caught his reflection in a large, still puddle. It was Serena, but not. Her eyes held a new, mischievous glint. He spotted her pink fedora, picked it up, and placed it on his head, tilting it just right.
He looked at his new reflection, a smug smirk playing on his/her lips. He placed a hand over his heart, feeling its steady rhythm.
"Hey, Serena," he said, his voice a playful, mocking purr. "You know, you always did say you wanted to be closer to me." He paused, letting the words hang in the air before continuing, "Well, look at us now. Can't get much closer than this, can we?"
He chuckled, running his other hand down the swell of his hip. "I'm sorry, but I just had to see what it was like. And now... I think I'm gonna give your life a try for a little while. See what I've been missing."
With a confident swish of his new hips, Ash stepped out of the woods and into the nearest town. The change was immediate. Men who would've sized him up for a fight now stumbled over their feet. The gruff guy at the Poké Mart, who always grumbled at Ash, practically fell over himself to offer "her" a free Potion.
"Man, this is a joke," Ash thought, a smirk playing on Serena's lips. He saw a group of trainers who normally gave him competitive glares. Now, they just stared, slack-jawed. "Serena's life is easy mode," he murmured to himself, feeling a surge of intoxicating power.
His stroll was interrupted by a familiar voice, sharp but trying to sound casual. "Serena?"
He turned. It was Misty. Her smile didn't quite reach her eyes, and she held herself with a stiff sort of nonchalance.
"Misty! Hi!" Ash chirped, forcing Serena's voice into a tone of sweet, bubbly innocence.
"Fancy seeing you here," Misty said, her eyes doing a quick, subtle scan of his body. "I thought you were meeting Ash out in the woods. Did you get lost?" The question was polite, but the undertone was clear: Why are you here?
Ash decided to have some fun. He gave her a slow, deliberate smile that seemed entirely out of character for Serena. "Oh, Ash can wait. Actually... I was kind of looking for you."
Misty’s carefully constructed composure faltered. She blinked. "For... me? Why?"
Ash took a step closer, invading her personal space. He let his gaze drift over her, from her fiery hair down to her athletic frame. "I don't know," he said, Serena's voice now a low, breathy purr. "I guess I just never realized up close before. You're really beautiful, you know? That fiery personality... it's incredible."
Misty was completely flustered, a blush creeping up her neck. "Uh... what? Serena, what are you doing?"
Instead of answering, Ash leaned in. Before Misty could react, he pressed his new, soft lips against hers. It was a brief, gentle kiss that sent a jolt of pure confusion through her. She stumbled back, her eyes wide, a hand flying to her mouth.
"What the--?! Serena, have you lost your mind?!" she sputtered, her face a mix of shock and outrage.
The sweet, innocent look on Serena's face vanished, replaced by a cocky, all-too-familiar smirk. He leaned back, crossing his arms under his impressive new chest, a gesture that was pure Ash Ketchum.
"Serena?" he asked, his voice still hers but the tone dripping with his own signature arrogance.
"Nope. She's just along for the ride." He tapped his temple with a slender finger. "Guess again, Misty."
Misty stared, her brain struggling to connect the dots. The voice was Serena's, the body was Serena's... but that smirk, that glint in the eye, that confident, challenging posture... it was unmistakably Ash.
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