Hi, it's me again. While I wanted to work on Child of the Dreams some more, I just haven't been able to get back into the groove, due to some other children born of my dreams that have been bouncing around in my head. For example, this one. I had a dream that I can't entirely remember, but it was somewhat like this. I started to type it down to remember it, and the next thing I know, it's over 5k words. Well, here is the story, hope you enjoy!

I own Circe, Sam Dayson, and all other original characters, as well as RTI

I do not own Pokémon unfortunately, so no money for me.

My name is Sam Dayson. I used to be an average freshman at RTI (Rustboro Technical Institute in case you were wondering). My life had been going wonderful until that day, the day I tried to finish my father's dream. The day I turned myself into a Pokémon.

Hold on, let me rewind a bit.

At RTI, there is a special, quite popular class called Pokémon Behaviors. However, this isn't your average college lecture class, where you sit and get lectured, and occasionally get a pop quiz or test. No, it's special because it consists of a three year long course that involves the students being transformed into Pokémon! The idea behind this transformation is that by stepping into a Pokémon's "shoes" so to speak, one may get a better understanding of why they act in certain ways.

The technology behind the Transformation process had been discovered a few years back, by some inventor out by Cerulean City, a guy by the name of Bill. He had an accident involving a teleporter and some Clefairy hair, resulting in him turning into a Clefairy. Luckily, a trainer had come to see him for some reason, and was able to help him turn back into a human. Through the accident, this guy discovered the secret to transforming into a Pokémon.

After further experimentation and research, Bill discovered that by putting a DNA sample of the selected Pokémon into a teleportation pod, and then teleporting a human through the same teleportation matrix, the human would be turned into a similar copy of the Pokémon from which the DNA was taken.

He realized that this discovery would be invaluable to the field of Pokémon Research, so instead of selling his invention to a big company like Silph or Devon, he decided to donate the only working model of his teleporter to the school he graduated from, RTI. However, at the same time, he realized the evil that could be perpetrated with his machine, so he hid the blueprints, and designed his machine so that only he would be able to examine the insides, so as to prevent reverse-engineering by anyone who would try and steal his machine.

Years after the donation of the machine, and after several tests to see if there were any side effects, the machine was made available to Pokémon Researchers, to make their field studies easier. Recognizing that a unique teaching opportunity was available, RTI founded the Pokémon Behavior class, a class that was unlike any other.

This is where I come in.

"What do you mean, I'm not in the class?"

The professor sighed. It was always down to him to inform the rejects, and with the popularity of Pokémon Behaviors, there was always so many rejects.

"Well, Mr…"

"Dayson."

"Thank you. Mr. Dayson, there are only so many seats in this class, and the seats are prioritized on prior academic performance and classes. Your performance, well… was less than adequate, and the classes you took just aren't the ones we look for in prospective students. You should try to get in next year" The blue-haired student wasn't mollified by this thin statement, and the professor sighed again. It looked like he was going to miss the beginning of his show once again.

"Come on, there has to be at least one seat left." I begged. I HAD to get into this class.

"I'm sorry Mr. Dayson, but there is absolutely no way that you are going to get in this class." With that, the professor got up, hearing the Teacher's Lounge and its television calling his name.

I remained in my seat, my mind's gears whirring, trying to figure a way I could get into the class, and more importantly, a way I could get into the transformer.

The only reason that I was so focused on getting into the transformer was to fulfill an old dream of my dad. You see, my father had been a field researcher for a Pokémon Lab in Johto. One day, while he was out recording the community behavior of a local den of Furret and Sentret, there was a blinding green flash. As soon as he recovered his eyesight, he ran over to where he believed the flash had originated. However, there was nothing there. Well, almost nothing there. Before he abandoned the area, he found three glowing green hairs, hairs that didn't match the coloration of anything he had seen before. He rushed back to the lab to try and scan the hair's DNA so he could find out what had caused the flash. Unfortunately, the machine was unable to figure out what Pokémon the hair had come from. My dad became obsessed with figuring out what could have caused the flash, and became totally absorbed with it, ignoring everything else. He was so focused on it, he ignored the blaring symptoms of hibernating Pokerus, and he soon fell ill, eventually succumbing to the disease.

I turned a small box over and over in my hands. In the box, were the three glowing green hairs that my father had discovered in the forest that day. As soon as I had heard there was a Pokémon to human transformer at RTI, I had decided I had to go. Not because I wanted to be transformed into a Pokémon, no. I wanted to go because I realized that if the machine was able to turn a person into a reasonable copy of a Pokémon using a small DNA sample, then it ought to have a powerful scanning device. I was sure that the machine would be able to tell what it was that had ruined my father's life.

I stood up, my mind set on what I had to do.

I had to break into the transformer room.

That night

Treyan Arch was bored out of his mind. Here he was, a graduate from the Saffron Law Enforcement Academy, and the best job he could find was a post at RTI guarding the Pokémon Behavior Wing. If he had been a little less Grumpig-headed, he would have realized that what he was doing was really important, as he was guarding a multi-million Poké, one of a kind machine, a machine that many would be dying to get their hands on. However, Trey believed that the more important a law enforcement officer's job was, the more action they got. With him moaning and groaning about how unfortunate he was, a small blur flashed past him, without him even noticing it.

His partner, Jack Vincent on the other hand did notice it.

"WHOA!" he roared, falling backwards out of his seat. The loud shout was enough to snap Trey out of his funk, and back into reality.

"Huh? What's the matter Jack?" He asked, wondering why someone would dare interrupt his (self) righteous complaints.

"I just saw someone run past. Come on, it's our job to check it out."

"Uhh, fineee, we'll go check out what was probably a Rattata or something," Trey complained. "Where are we off to first, o perceptive one?"

"You should know, Mr. Bigshot, the first place we check in case of a disturbance is always the transformer room."

"But that's all the way on the other side of the wing," Trey complained, before giving in and following his partner.

In the Transformer Room

"See, I told you there was nothing here."

"Shut up Trey, we've only searched one room.

The two guards continued bickering as they left the Transformer room after a surprisingly skilled search of every nook and cranny of the room. However, what they failed to do, however, was to make sure no one snuck in and hid one of those hidey-holes after they had already searched it.

I emerged from behind a large cluster of wires to a dark and, more importantly, empty Transformer room. I smiled in relief. I thought those guards would have stayed here and bickered for the whole night. I turned my eyes to my true goal, the Transformer.

The transformer was an impressive piece of technology. There were several clusters of wires, like the ones I had hid behind, streaming all over the room. All of these wires connected to both of the tall, oval pods that made up the teleporter.

I walked over to the port on the teleporter where the DNA sample was supposed to be put in (I had watched the video of the transformation process many times, so I knew where said port was). I took the three hairs out of the box, and looked at them for a few minutes. These hairs were the only thing I had left from my dad. Once I had put them in the receptacle and started the scanning process, they would be dissolved, so the machine would be able to get a full scan.

I thought of one my father's favorite quotes, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained." I steeled my determination. It was only three little hairs. What good would it do to hang on to them if I could never accomplish my father's dreams? I took a deep breath… and put the hairs in the scanner.

SCANNING PROCESS STARTED, PLEASE WAIT. The machine started whirring and I complied with it and waited patiently. I waited for 15 minutes when another message popped up.

ERROR #115, INNER SCANNER IS OBSCURED BY SMALL BITS OF DETRITUS. PLEASE CLEAN THE BLACK BAND INSIDE TELEPORTATION POD A.

I sighed. It seemed that there was some dust obscuring a critical component inside the pod. I went in and started to wipe it off… when suddenly the doors closed behind me!

SCANNER CLEANED. DNA SAMPLE SCANS COMPLETE. TRANSFORMATION PROCESS STARTED.

I started to freak out. While I had wanted to find out what Pokémon it was my father had seen that day, there was no way that I wanted to turn into it, whatever it was.

"Computer, halt program, stop, come on, let me out! I don't want to be a Pokémon!" I pleaded with the computer, trying to make it stop the program.

The computer ignored all of Sam Dayson's pleas because it had been programmed to not stop in the middle of a transformation. Teleportations halted mid-cycle could turn out rather nasty.

I gave up hope for trying to get out. I tried to think about my immediate future, but for some reason I was getting exhausted. It felt like my heart was beating ten times faster than normal. My brain gave up trying to process what was going on around it, and blissfully sent me into unconsciousness.

The next day

Professor Redwood strolled into the Transformer room, whistling a jaunty tune. The first day of the term was always his favorite day, and this term was a special one. He was up on the rotation to teach the Pokémon Behaviors class, which meant he could not only transform into a Pokémon again, but teach students while doing so. He rubbed at his arms absent-mindedly, imagining where his leaf-blades would be on his arm.

Redwood nodded at the two guards in front of the Transformer Room, and walked inside, ready to start cleaning up the room for the new class that would be coming in tomorrow. The teleporter was going to need to be dusted, the green fairy needed to be moved, the settings fine-tuned, the…

Professor Redwood paused and looked back at the B Pod. Curled up inside the pod was a small green Pokémon. The Pokémon had large eyes, a large raindrop shaped head, two blue-tipped antennae, and a dainty pair of clear wings. The professor blinked a few times and slapped his head.

"Not another trespasser! TREEEYYYYYYYYY! JACKKKKKK!"

In the Dean's office

Dean Vixi was the ruler of RTI. She tried… no, controlled the Institute with an iron fist. The institute was her domain, the place which she had raised up from almost nothing. When she had first come to the Institute, it had been a small, backwater college, a place people only came to in order to get their degrees so they could move onto bigger and better things. Now, it was a bustling hub of information, with a Pokémon Behaviors wing that no one could hope to match. All thanks to her. And now, someone had dared to go against that system.

The dean glared at the small, unconscious creature that had dared to defy her.

"You say you found it in the Transformer, Professor?"

The professor in question, one John Redwood and answered the Dean with a little fear in his voice. It was hard to not be afraid when confronted by Dean Vixi.

"Yes Ma'am. I found it there when I was setting up for the Pokémon Behaviors class that is tomorrow. I asked the guards if they had seen anyone in the Transformer room, but they said they hadn't.

Mrs. Vixi turned towards the large screen mounted in the wall of her office and said "Play tape."

A crystal clear image of the lab, as viewed from one of its many hidden security camera popped up. It showed the two guards, Trey and Jack, searching the room for any intruders. It also showed that they failed to make sure no one had followed them in as a young blue haired teen snuck in. The tape continued, showing the boy placing the green hairs in the scanner, and going in to the scanner to clean off some dust. However, he had forgotten to stop the process before cleaning off the dust, thus leading to his transformation.

"Ahhh, so the boy was merely trying to scan those hairs, not trying to change himself. He must not have realized that the machine is supposed to be turned off while any maintenance of any kind is done." The professor hypothesized.

This did nothing for the Dean. Whether or not the boy had been trying to change himself or just perform a scan was irrelevant. The security around the transformer room had still been breached, by a young man, who by his actions, while clever, was no professional. This made her Institute look bad, and if it got out, could ruin the reputation of the college, and possibly lead Bill to taking his machine back.

She rewound the tape, to an instant of where it showed the boy's face. "Do we know who he was?"

The professor peered at his face intently, trying to see if he could recognize him. A memory of blue hair came to him, and with that, a name.

"I think his name was… Dayson. Yes, Sam Dayson. He is a freshman I believe. I remember telling him that he had not made it into the Pokémon Behaviors class."

The dean pondered this information. A break in by an outside force was one thing to try and control, but an intrusion by a student; well… discipline was one of her favorite practices.

While the dean was thinking, Professor Redwood got up the courage to ask a question.

"What should we do with her, Ma'am?"

The dean was startled out of her meditation with this statement. "Her?"

"Yes," Redwood replied, "The DNA sample that Mr, err…. Mrs. Dayson placed in the machine must have been from a female, as during the time I took to try and figure out what Pokémon this is, I discovered that it is obviously a female specimen."

"Did you figure out what Pokémon it is Professor?" The dean asked, taking in this new information.

"I did indeed, but it took a lot of digging through some very old books. It is, most likely, the Pokémon known as Celebi, the rare Time-Travel Pokémon." The professor stated, feeling proud at being able to recite this information.

The dean raised an eyebrow. "Now how on earth would a young man obtain a DNA sample from a Pokémon that elusive?"

The professor looked at the Pokémon. "Why don't you ask her yourself, she's waking up."

With a small sigh and an involuntary flutter of her wings, the small green fairy sat up in the chair it had been placed on and opened its eyes.

"Where am I? What happened?" I looked around the room, trying to figure out where I was.

"Do you remember anything that happened last night Mrs. Dayson?"

I turned towards the voice and saw a giant looming over me.

"AHHHHH! DON'T EAT ME!" I yelled, instinctively curling up into a ball to try and hide from my attackers.

"Calm down, Mrs. Dayson, you're still disoriented from the size change." This time it was a new voice coming from my right.

Size change? What was this voice talking about? Then I looked down and saw, instead of my usual human body, a diminutive green form.

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

"MRS. DAYSON YOU WILL NOT USE SUCH LANGUANGE AROUND ME! AM I UNDERSTOOD!"

I meeped. "Yes Ma'am".

"Good. Now, before you make any other statements…" she started, glaring at me when I raised my hand. I slowly lowered it, noticing that my hands were now indistinguishable from my arms.

"… As a result of you BREAKING school rules, and operating the Transformer with neither permission nor supervision, an accident occurred, and you have changed into what you are now. Professor?"

The professor jumped, not expecting the sudden change of focus from the Celebi to him. "Ah, yes. Well, Mrs. Dayson, from what I have been able to gather, you have been turned into a healthy female Celebi, of indeterminate age due to the donor Pokémon's… unique status."

I started to process this information when one part jumped out at me. "Wait a minute, I'm a girl?"

I would have yelled again, but the first giant, who I now realized was Dean Vixi glared at me, and the obscenities died in my throat. I then asked the next important question on my mind.

"So when can I change back?"

"Unfortunately, as you were not registered to use the machine, we do not have a complete DNA sample of your original human form. Unless you just happen to have a fresh cup of your original human blood, we would be unable to change you back."

"But I used only three hairs of this… Celebi, and I got changed, so shouldn't the same work for changing back?"

The professor shook his head. "No, I'm afraid not. The hairs you used were filled with an odd energy that prevents decay, so the DNA in them remained fresh. Regular human hairs don't have this energy so you're going to be stuck in that Celebi body unless we can find another solution."

Seeing the bummed out look on my face, the professor decided to try and cheer me up. "Well Mrs. Dayson, the good news is that you will be in my class after all."

I looked up at him. "Why is that? I broke the rules, got transformed into a girl Pokémon, and potentially ruined the schools reputation, seeing as how a teenager broke into the Transformer. Why should you kick someone else out so I can join?"

This time, Dean Vixi answered. "It is because Mrs. Dayson, due to the fact that we need to cover up what happened to you, and you need to be among other transformees, we are going to place you somewhere that would prevent any suspicion of why you are now a Pokémon. We'll just say you got permission from a teacher to go ahead and change, there was an accident, and this happened."

I decided to go ahead and ask the inevitable. "What about my punishment?"

The dean looked at me through her wire framed glasses for a moment and then replied. "Mrs. Dayson, while I do enjoy enforcing discipline, I believe that you have undergone enough to constitute your physical punishment, as I think you will be hesitant to go into the Transformer for the rest of your life."

I sighed in relief that there was not going to be any punishment.

The principal held up her hand. "I wasn't done Mrs. Dayson. Though there will be no physical punishment, there is one more matter to attend to. Due to the fact that you are no longer a male, residence in the Boy's dorm is no longer possible for you. When you move into the Pokémon Behaviors course, you are going to have to reside with the female population.

I couldn't help my outburst. "I'm going to have to live with the girls? Are you serious?"

"Mrs. Dayson, I am being perfectly serious here. Now, I want you to go get your things and go ahead and move them to the Girl's dorm in the Pokémon Behavior Wing. You will reside there for the night and attend the initiation ceremony tomorrow."

I looked at her and then looked at my tiny arms. Thankfully, Professor Redwood caught my glance.

"Do not worry Mrs. Dayson, I will personally assist you in moving your things over to the Girl's Dorm."

Thanking him, I jumped off the chair, and beckoned Professor Redwood to lead the way. As we left, I heard the Dean calling in the two security guards who apparently been waiting outside. I recognized them as the two guards from the night before, but before I could hear any conversation, Professor Redwood led me into an elevator which we took to get back over to the Boy's Dorm where my room used to be.

Girl's Dorm, PB Wing

After Professor Redwood finished helping me set my things up in my new room, he left, saying he needed to recalibrate the Transformer. I blushed and told him I was sorry, but he said to think nothing of it.

"After all," he told me, "because of your accident, I'm going to be able to study an actual Celebi, something not even I have seen before. This is going to be a learning experience for the both of us."

And with that, he left.

I turned around to look at my new room. It was rather nice, by both human and Pokémon standards. First of all, it had a forest theme, with actual grass carpeting, and flowers and such growing up in certain places. The wallpaper was that of trees, and there was even a realistic forest canopy as a ceiling. However, the room wasn't completely au naturel. Rising up from the ground (on what was to be my half of the room) was a small desk, prefect for my height, with one of those squishy swivel chairs of the same proportions. Sitting on the desk was a small (Again, by human standards) laptop, complete with webcam and recorder. The laptop was currently in sleep mode, with a Porygon-2 bouncing around the screen. There was also a Grass-green couch, sitting in front of a plasma-screen TV, with a DVD player attached to it. I checked the library of movies and saw that it mainly consisted of documentaries about the behaviors of various jungle and forest dwelling Pokémon.

"Jeez, no wonder this class is so in demand, the rooms are just amazing!"

I decided to surf the Internet to try and find more information out about what was my new species. After getting to know my Porygon-2 anti-virus software a bit better (His name was Wadsworth), I got onto the Web, and started to surf. Hours later, I had not found out much more information about Celebi than I had started with. All I found out was that it is unknown if Celebi is a unique Pokémon or if there is more than one, due to its time-traveling ability. This ability of time-travel prevented much information from being obtained on Celebi in general.

I shut the computer down and looked around for my bed. It took me a while, but I finally found it. It was a hammock strung in between two branches up in the canopy. Without even thinking about it, I fluttered my wings and flew up into the hammock. Once I landed, I just sat in the hammock in shock wondering how in the world I had managed to fly without even knowing how. I gave it up as a question for another day and fell asleep in my new room

Seeing as how the initiation ceremony wouldn't start until Twelve Noon, I decided to wake up early so I could figure out how to fly voluntarily. I really didn't feel like walking all the way to the ceremony, so I felt that a couple of hours would be enough to get in touch with my flight muscles. I sat on the edge of my hammock, built up my courage and dove to the ground

A couple of awkward and painful crashes later…

It may have hurt, but I had finally figured out how to fly. It involved the use of new muscles in my back, something that took me a while to figure out. I looked at the clock and panicked.

There was only five minutes left until the commencement ceremony!

In a panic, I flew out the door and zoomed down the hall to the Transformer Room, hoping to make it to the ceremony before it ended.

"… Thus, it is with great honor, that I induct all of you into the Pokémon Behaviors Course!"

With a flourish, Professor Redwood ended his speech, amid a large amount of cheering. Though he tried to puff his ego with the thought that the cheering was for him, deep inside his heart, he realized that they were probably cheering for their upcoming transformation.

He looked over to the door and saw the top of a green head followed by a pair of large blue eyes peeking out at him. Realizing that Sam was looking at him, he motioned her into the room. Seeing her hover into the room, he was amazed at how she already figured out how to fly.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't realize that an assistant was nudging him until said assistant nudged so hard that he almost fell over.

Glaring at his assistant, he asked him what the problem was.

The assistant simply pointed at the crowd of students all glaring at him, and he blanched.

"Ohh, um, right, whose first?"

One girl pushed her way to the front and yelled out "Excuseeee me, but I believe that would be moi."

Redwood looked down at his electronic notepad which had the attendance list and opened the search feature (It was a REALLY long list). "And you are…?"

"Madeline Chase."

"Ahh, here you are Mrs. Chas-"

"YOU will refer to me as Madam Chase or Lady Chase. Anyways , lets get this over with, I have shopping to do for my new look. Make sure I'm not too fugly looking." All of this was said in one of those haughty "Better-than-thou" kind of voices.

Realizing that this was a daughter of a rather wealthy tycoon, and not wanting to possibly lose his job, Redwood acceded to her requests. "Well… Lady Chase, if you would just step into the machine, we'll see what the randomizer gives you.

I sat in the rafters, personally hoping that the bitch got something like a Grimer or a Zubat. It'd fit her personality to a T.

The teleporter doors closed on Madeline and whirred for a bit. After a short time, the Pod B doors opened and out came… a Snubull.

"Humph. I guess this is all right. At least I'm cute." With that Madeline moved away, going into the crowd, probably to find her flunkies.

Now that one person had been transformed, everyone else wanted to be transformed. It was all Professor Redwood could do to avoid being swamped by the people wanting to be changed into Pokémon. As I sat up high where no one could see me I saw a large stream of people going into the teleporter and Pokémon coming out. There was an incredible variety of the Pocket Monsters. I saw Shuppet, Kecleon, Treecko, Caterpie, Ratatta, Gligar, Pikachu, Oddish, Porygon, Bulbasaur and many others. After the last Pokémon had scurried out, a Ralts, Professor Redwood turned off the randomizer and programmed in his Pokémon, a Grovyle. After he stepped out, he started to read out the rules.

"Alright, Rule number 1, you will do no unsupervised fighting. While we do realize that fighting is in a Pokémon's nature, we ask that none of you do it until you have been properly trained in your particular fighting styles. Rule 2, every weekday, you will get up and come to your assigned class at 10 o' clock sharp. Rule 3…."

Professor Redwood continued to drone on and on until he finally finished reciting the rules. Next up was dorm assignments. I just couldn't wait to find out who my dorm mate was going to be.

"As each of you walked out of the teleporter, you were handed a card. On said card is you room number. We are now going to take the rest of the day off so that you can find your rooms and get to know your room mates. That will be all."

After that, it was a mad rush to get out and find their roommates. I waited until the room was clear and then flew down to where Professor Redwood was.

"Mrs. Dayson, I am shocked at how quickly you were able to pick up on flying. I had honestly expected you to take a few more days to figure it out. Were you able to discover any other techniques of yours?"

"No sir, not yet. I was looking up information about Celebis and-"

"Mrs. Dayson, what time is it?"

"It's 1:18:34 sir, why?"

Professor Redwood just sat there smiling there for a moment, and then I realized what I had said."

"Wait, how did I know that?"

Professor Rowan stretched out his arms (It had been a while since he had been a Grovyle) and replied "It has been asked how a Celebi would not be disoriented upon time-travelling, and you just confirmed my hypothesis. Apparently, you have a perfect grasp of exactly what time it is, which I believe you have so as to prevent Time Disorientation."

We sat there and talked for a while before I looked up at the clock and realized that two hours had passed.

"Professor, I need to go meet my new roommate, she's probably waiting for me."

"Go on right ahead Mrs. Dayson, I'll talk to you later." With that, I flew off to my room, curious about who and what my roommate would be."

Back at Sam's room

A Ralts was sitting against the door of her new room. Even though she had been given a key to the room, she was too nervous to go inside without her roommate being there. After all, who knows what side of the room she would want, what the restrictions on friends would be, what…

The nervous Ralts was shocked out of her "What-if" mode by the sudden appearance of a green fairy dropping down in front of her and yelling "Hi!"

"EEEEEEEEKKKKK!"

The loud Screech travelled down the hallway, shattering any and all glass that it passed.

"Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you." I said to the nervous wreck of a Pokémon.

After she had calmed down enough I held out my hand for her to shake. "My name is Sam, what's yours?"

Taking a couple of deep breaths, the Ralts replied, "My name is Circe. Am I to guess that you are my roommate?"

I smiled and nodded my head.

"Whew. I was worried that I might get stuck with Madeline again."

This time I gasped. "You were stuck with that bitch as a roommate? I am sooo sorry for you."

The mere mention of her previous roommate seemed to send her into a small depression. I patted her back and told her that she didn't have to worry, I would do anything like that.

As we walked into my…OUR room, I thought that maybe, this accident wouldn't turn out so bad.

Now if I could figure out why I had a craving to talk to other girls for hours.

Well, that wraps up Chapter One. Again, as with Child of the Dreams, I may update regularly or sporadically, I don't know. I would tell you all a time by which I would get the next chapter out, but more likely than not it would be months off. So there. Oh, and REVIEW as it makes me smile with joy knowing what people think about my story. TTFN!

PS I have hidden an Easter egg (a reference to a piece of popular culture) in the story, in the form of a name.