Yo! I'm working on this fanfic because well, I'm bored. Anyway, enjoy my boredom! This story is about... Oh forget it. I'm to lazy to summarize a plot before the story. Just note that it will have PWP.


It was a stormy night. The scene was in a messy apartment room, cluttered with merchandise of Gen-1 Pokemon you wouldn't be able to buy in this day and age. Around the corner of the room, a 24 year old geek, or an otaku because Pokemon somehow counts as an anime, was typing furiously on his out-of-date computer. He seemed to be typing down a response on an online forum.

"GAYMFREEK ROOINED POKMON 4EVUR!11! HAU M I SEPOSED 2 BEET A POKMON GAYM WIFAUT MAI TEEM OFF 5 DRAGENNITES AND A MOO2! POKMON BLAK AND WHYT IS A DISSASSTER!11!" he posted, under the username, JEN1RULEZ.

"Dude, your spelling sucks. Learn English crappy troll." a user under the username, Grasshole, replied.

"JEN1RULEZ: Besides your awful use of grammar, you could at least appreciate that Gamefreak is trying to keep Pokemon alive with new features and Pokemon. No one wants to play the same thing over and over again." another user under the username, ShoPiFace, replied.

As the otaku read the replies, he immediately replied, "YOO 2 R STOOPID!11 DER IS ONLEE 1 GUD POKMON GAYM AND ITS JEN 1!1 POKMON DAID WITH JEN 2!11 ENJOY UR DIGIMONZ CASHUALZ!1!"

"This guy is obviously a troll. I assume you are 20-ish? What kind of ADULT gets mad at a GAME made for CHILDREN?" a user under the username, wyvernfire, replied.

"Go wyvernfire! Yeah! Get a life JEN1RULEZ!" Grasshole replied.

"OL OFF U MUSS HAF BIN BUTRAEPED MAI OPEENION IS A FAC!11! JEN 1 IS THE BESS OFF OL GAYMS!1! DA DESAINS R THE BESS DA STOREE IS DA GRATEST" the otaku replied.

Congratulations if you managed to understand what the otaku typed.

"Just ignore the troll." a user by the username, MeteorStrike, replied.

And that's a day in the life of an online forum.


This story revolves around an 18 year old boy named Stephen. Like the otaku, he thinks that the newer games and the newer designs are worse than the original. But of course, he assumes that all this started with the 3rd Generation, the Hoenn region. Thus, this fanfic will revolve around him, trapped in the one game he thinks has ruined his favourite childhood game.

The entire area was dark. As Stephen slowly opened his eyes, he realized that he wasn't sleeping at home. The first thought that came to him was that he was kidnapped. But then, an echoing voice spoke from every direction.

"You are about to experience the one game you've hated for your entire life." the voice said.

"Barbie Horse Race?" Stephen said, raising an eyebrow.

"No, you idiot. Pokemon Ruby and Sapphire. But because I couldn't choose either one, I went with Emerald. The only way out for you is to beat the game. Good luck." The echoing voice said.

Little by little, it got slightly brighter. Stephen turned behind as he noticed a silhouette. A silhouette of Professor Birch.

"Hello! My name is Professor Birch, and I have studied Pokemon for all of my life." he said.

"Great, it's Professor Bitch." Stephen said sarcastically.

"This is a Pokemon." Bitch, er... Birch said, releasing a Lotad from his Pokeball. He continued, "There are many kinds of Pokemon out there. Pokemon are our friends and companions. But some people use Pokemon for battle."

"I know that!" Stephen yelled.

"Now tell me, are you a boy or a girl?" Professor Birch asked, with a picture of Brendan and May flashing in front of him.

"Wow, that girl is hot." Stephen said.

"Are you sure?" Birch asked.

"Yeah." Stephen replied.

"I get it! You're a girl!" Birch shouted, as if he made an amazing discovery.

"WHAT!" Stephen shouted in shock.

"Now, please tell your name."Birch asked.

"Go fuck yourself." Stephen said in response.

"Are you sure?" Birch asked.

"Yes. Now why don't you-" Stephen said.

"I see, your name is GoFuckYourself." Birch interrupted.

"NO! Nonononononononono!" Stephen shouted.

"In this world, you'll encounter all sorts of people. Go! And begin your adventure!" Professor Bitch... Dammit, BIRCH, said enthusiastically.


Stephen then started shrinking and shrinking until he was completely chibi-fied.

The darkness was imminent. The only thing Stephen noticed other than how dark it is was the rattling. The entire place kept rattling and rattling. Suddenly it stopped. A second after that, Stephen heard a sound coming from his left.

"KACHANK!" was the sound Stephen heard.

A thin light shone onto Stephen's face.

"Hey! I can move!" Stephen said.

He looked around. The one most noticeable thing was the boxes piled on one another.

"Moving Services...?" Stephen read.

He assumed that he was in a moving van. So he walked toward the light, finding no danger in it. His leg got snagged on something and then he tripped a fell into a mud puddle.

"Curses..." Stephen said in a vile tone.

He stood up and looked around. There were about three buildings. It seemed almost as if he was in a small town. But that wasn't what Stephen really noticed. What really caught his attention was

"I HAVE BOOBS!" Stephen shouted in shock looking downwards.

Yes. Apparently, Stephen has taken the appearance of May, the female player character.

"GoFuckYourself! Come in!" a woman said.

"What the hell? Something's pulling me... toward the house." Stephen said, as his own body walked inside the house.

"Look, GoFuckYourself! The movers do all the work for us! Isn't it convenient?" the woman said, as Stephen entered the house.

Vigoroths were completely tearing the house apart.

"Oh, and you got your own room! Why don't you go see it? Oh, and your dad got you a new clock. Set it, okay? " she said.

The same force was pulling Stephen toward the upper floor. There was a carpet, a pink bed, a computer, a TV, a pink clock and an outdated video game console in the room.

"I'm outta here." Stephen said, walking downstairs.

As he went down, the same woman who forced him upstairs stood directly in front of him.

"!" she said, shoving Stephen back upstairs.

"All right. I guess I have no choice but to set the clock." Stephen said.

But before going near the clock, he looked at the blank TV. He saw his own reflection on it.

"I'm a girl...? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Stephen yelled.

"SHUTUPYOUSONOFABITCH!" the woman who keeps shoving Stephen upstairs shouted.

"I'll... Just set that... Pink clock..." Stephen said walking towards the clock.

He put his index finger and his thumb on the gear on the back of the clock and moved them in opposite directions until the smaller arrow on the clock pointed at 4 and the bigger one on 44.

"That's done. Maybe now I can get out of here." Stephen said, walking downstairs.

"GoFuckYourself! Your dad's on TV!" the woman said.

That annoying force then pulled Stephen toward the TV.

"This report was done in front of Petalburg Gym." a reporter on TV said.

"You missed it! Oh, our neighbour, some guy named Bitch, wanted to meet you, GoFuckYourself. Why don't you go there and say hi?" the woman said.

"No thanks. I just wanna-" Stephen said.

"!" the woman said, shoving Stephen out of the house and into a mud puddle.


Technical gender-bender. Hope you enjoyed it. And if I can improve on anything, just tell me.

I used Emerald because I was feeling quite nostalgic. Haha.