Before we begin.

This is technically a port of the original, yes I am the original author I'm just putting it on here because why not. The original is on Wattpad and I will always update there first. I'll leave a link below so you can go find me. Enjoy.

This is where the story actually starts . . .

The day was young and most of the town was at a peaceful time, birds were singing and flowers were blooming, trainers both young and old were starting to enjoy the start of a new summer on the island of gilissor. One trainer in particular was enjoying his day "YES FINALLY I DID IT I FINALLY DID IT!" A 16 year old boy came rushing past the local library, the boy wore a red hoodie and followed the style with a crimson T-shirt, dark blue jeans and a pair of button black trainers. In his hand he held a badge, a gym badge. "After a week of training I finally managed to beat the gym leader, sky, I can't wait to show everybody the storm badge," he slowed his dash to a steady walk and gazed at the badge in his grasp. What he held was a small cloud with a few aqua coloured lines going past it to represent wind, He pulled out a small glass container and placed it in the second slot, the bug badge laid in the first slot. "I can still remember that battle like it was yesterday, viola was a pretty good opponent but my dewott and eevee did the best they could and we-" a loud thud came next as he smacked into an oak tree that stood lazily in the middle of the park, which he would of avoided if he had been paying attention, but was not.

As he fell to the ground he threw his badge case into the air, his eyes watched in fear as the case went spiralling into the air and landed in the tree "oh that's just great" he grumbled, brushing himself down and rubbing his now sore head. His mud brown hair flowed like water between his fingers. Soon enough he began to ascend the oak tree, placing one foot after another on the sturdy branches, he soon found himself to be at the top of the tree "um . . . too high" he muttered to himself as he descended onto the proper branch. After a few minuets of struggle and a few near falls the young trainer managed to get his badge case back.

"What are you doing up there?" Came a voice from below, the voice came from a short girl, her long brown hair flowed into a bleach blond at the tips and her beanie hat covered the top of her head. George quickly descended the tree and landed with almost acrobatic style.

"oh come on Chloe haven't you climbed the tree before?" Chloe only stood their with her arms crossed and her eyes fixed on his smirking face, from her expression George guessed she hadn't. Chloe wore a pair of brown boot, blue jeans and a dark blue T-shirt "anyways, I beat the gym and you haven't" George spoke in a sort of childish mocking tone. Her look only got worse "that's two more than you now," George continued to brag. It was true that Chloe hadn't gone to the gym yet, this was because the gym leader would only accept a double battle and Chloe only had her Braixen, but she also wanted a type advantage against the flying type gym and finding a rock type Pokèmon was proving to be a difficult challenge.

"Well as soon as I find a rock type I'll have one badge and be on the way to catching up to you" Chloe said as she stood in a proud pose, even though her plan had gone horribly wrong so far.

"By then I would of won two more." That went straight to Chloe's head and she sent a fast and heavy fist straight into George's left arm.

"THAT'S FOR MAKING FUN OF ME, AND JUST YOU WAIT I'LL BE IN THE KALSO LEAGUE A LOT FASTER THAN YOU!" She simply turned and stormed away in the opposite direction, George sighed to himself and walked.

"By the time she gets that badge Zigzagoons will have already learned how to fly" George joked to no one but himself as he strolled down the road.

About 5 minuets had passed and George had reached his home. He rushed up to his room and almost slammed the door on his way in. He threw down his bag he carefully unzipped it, when he did a normal red and white pokèball rolled out. He tossed the pokèball lazily into the air he, while George did he noticed something outside his window, as a azure light came from the opening capsule he went to inspect what he noticed. It seemed that something rectangular had been lodged in between the tree branches outside his window. As his Eevee began to emerge from the light he walked to his window and unlock the old glass window.

As George climbed out the window he heard his pokèmon "vee . . ." eevee called out in a confused tone.

"Sshh I can't be caught out here" the eevee threw a paw over its mouth, to show it understood, and as the trainer reached for the object he heard a rustling in the tree just above him.

"Eee . . ." the eevee jumped up to the window sill and began to growl at the sudden rustling of bushes.

"Calm down eevee it might just be a pidgey," the trainer spoke calmly as he extended his arm towards the object. Just as George had guessed, it was a pidgey. The pidgey darted out of the tree and charged towards George, its beak turned white and extended as it increased in speed.

George threw his head down to the trunk and shouted out "AAHH, EEVEE USE SHADOW BALL", sheer seconds before impact a shadow in the shape of a sphere smashed into the bird and sent it flying into the sky.

"VEE" eevee called out to its trainer happily, George then spent the next five minuets thanking his pokèmon as he finally retrieved the rectangular object.

Soon after that, George had climbed back inside, shut the window and the package now laid sleepily on George's bed. Eevee poked it a couple of time before a chill went running down its spine "oh what's the matter eevee, its just a package". After a few more minuets of doing absolutely nothing something snapped inside Georges mind "THAT'S IT I'M OPENING IT UP" as George desperately clawed at the wrapping eevee watched in amazement and thought to its self if George had learned the move fury swipe but then realised he was a human and humans can't learn moves.

"George I'm going out call me if anything happens" George had barely finished unwrapping the box when his mother shouted up the stairs, although it sounded quiet George had heard every word clearly as if she was right in the room, this effect might of been accomplished thanks to the silence of the house.

"Okay I will mum, see you when you get back" a slammed door was the signal for her departure. "Alright let's see what's inside . . ." a chill hung in the air for a moment. A leaf stone laid in a velvet red carpeted boxing, the pokèmon looked into the box with a face filled with anxiety and caution the trainer, however, looked into the box in awe "well . . .who would send a leaf stone?" He felt his hand slowly move towards the stone. When his palm reached the leaf stone a sudden shock was the result of his foolishness, George pulled back his arm in shock and pain "AH . . . that was . . . painful . . ." he felt as if the world was spinning and felt as if he would collapse at any second. A moment of spinning later his body could take no more and he fell to the floor.

"Hey are you okay . . . George?" As the trainer rose looking for the source of the voice he found no one but his eevee standing with a worried look on it's face, moments after rising however he threw his right hand to his head and began to rub it lightly and slowly, but something felt off he just couldn't put his finger on it.

"Uh . . . my head what hit me" George asked out loud only to be replied by, it was a small one almost childish, it sounded like a voice that belonged to a 13 year old just on the verge of maturing.

"Oh you hit the floor pretty badly" the voice spoke in a concerned tone, George looked at his eevee again, in both confusion and disbelief.

"Wait was that you . . ." He pointed to him with his eevee with one of his . . . claws? Both eevee and George stared at his hand for seconds before freaking out, a scream erupted from both of them and filled the empty silence of the room. George's hand had changed colour to a pale white his fingers had merged into three brown claws. On the top of his arms had lime green armour on top and the bottom, much like his hands follows with a pale white colour. His other arm was the same and he felt something behind him and with his new hands he grabbed for it. It was a beige coloured tail and it was his. It laid there almost dead like until it started moving, it felt like a third arm as George tried to move it eevee began to speak up again.

"Um . . .George how can you hear me . . . what's happening to you? Is this a . . . what is it called? OH is this puberty?" eevee asked as it heard it's masters cries of pain.

"I-i don't kn-know? Wait . . . p-puberty?! T-this is fa-far from it . . . but I think I-I'm tur-" he was stopped by a sudden snap in his leg, he grabbed his leg in pain, a throbbing sensation quickly made itself known to the teenager and as he ripped his trousers off to inspect the cause. He immediately discovered that his feet had also changed, it was almost identical to what had happened to his hands. His legs were beige and his toes had merged into three big brown toes.

As George tried to stand eevee piped up again "I don't get it what's going on? Is this a human thing?" The honesty in his voice made him sound almost childlike, then again he hadn't been alive for as long as George had. The pokèmon was only 7 years old.

(A little bit of trivia about A sudden change. Now the thing here is that pokèmon age differently to humans, their age is double in human years. In human years eevee would be 14.)

George attempted to stand up a few times only to fall to his knees in pain "I . . . no it's not, I already said that" as George continued to regain balance he felt something tickle his nose, he used in wardrobe foe support and slowly slumped over to his mirror. What he discovered was his face had begun to rapidly sprout white hair "oh great I can't believe I'm growing more hair . . . wait it's white . . . and my skin is beige as well . . ." as he turned to his eevee he saw brown hair fall past his eyes.

"And now your loosing hair" eevee chuckled to itself, George began to wonder in a small amount of disgust why his eevee could laugh at his suffering. Soon after it started though, eevee's laugh were met with shouting from his trainer.

"NOT FUNNY EEVEE . . . um what should I call you now? It feels kind of awkward to just call you eevee." There was a silence then a ripping sound filled the room. White fur spread out of the hole in George's shirt, it caused a small amount of embarrassment to run through him until he remembered that he did literally tear off his trousers only minuets ago (well it might as well go then) George thought to himself as he ripped of the remains of his clothes (wow that was easier than excepted . . . did I get stronger?) The beige colour had appeared to completely moved to his upper body and was heading to his head. Four spikes pushed themselves out of George's body and the shell soon following after it, like the rest of his body it was covers in a beige colouring however it had a red outline before more of the shell, which had a green colour had it. The two spikes on George's back grew larger than the ones in on the front of his shell. Four more spikes grew from his hands as they grew the pain began to ease away. The human was gone in his place stood a very confused chesnaught.

"George . . . you there . . . buddy?" Eevee asked in fear George stood perfectly still, just staring at his new hands and trying his best to accept his new fate as quickly as he possibly could.

"James . . . how about James" George turned around smiling, eevee nodded in agreement "well I'm no longer eevee from now on . . . I'm James," a smile spread across his face as he realised that his trainer was fine. After a few minuets of getting use to his new form, George turned to the exit to his room. But just as he was about to leave he realized his spikes might not fit throuh the gaps of the doorway, after a few minuets of brainstorming with James he decided the best plan of action would be to turn to the side and bend his knees. Halfway through his plan he found out that he didn't have to bend his knees.

"well that's a good thing . . . right?" James asked innocently, George sighed and left the door frame, James followed swiftly.

"I'm not sure there are many good things to this situation, but I'll take what I can get." As the pair walked down the dust covered stairs James leapt onto George's new shell and climbed up it to reach his head, at first this startled George but he seemed to calm down pretty quickly.

"So what now, your parents and brother are gonna flip once they see this" James lifted a paw and waved it in the chesnaught's direction, he had zoned out almost completely but at the same time he had taken i the whole conversation they had just held (I bet he's still trying to comprehend what happened to him, I can't say I feel the same, that makes me even more sad. The fact that I can't relate to his pain.) James though to himself, causing himself to feel sad for his trainer.

When George did snap back to reality he jumped right back into the conversation "I'll be honest with you James I'm just going to call them up and tell them I've . . . changed" as George finally reached the phone his hand stopped halfway towards it (wait . . . if I can speak to pokèmon now . . does that mean that I can't speak to humans anymore . . . only one way to find out . .) George gulped as he picked up the phone and hit speed dial 1.

"Hello . . ." his mother asked down the phone.

(oh god please work . . .) George prayed in his head "um . . hey mum . . . I need to tell you something . ."

Time skip - Evening

After about an hour of explaining George's parents had decided what to think of it "well . . . you can't actually go anywhere not like this at least" his father told him, George sat there with James laying lazily beside him, he couldn't add to the conversation at all but he could hear what they were saying perfectly fine and he at least wanted to hear their final verdict, as he called it.

"George you know we love you but no one will believe our son is a pokèmon . . ." his mother trailed off in disbelief, she didn't belive him over the phone, of course she wouldn't off it was only after he snapped a quick photo of himself did she finally believe her son.

"Also I can't have my gym mocked because I keep telling everyone that your a chesnaught" George's dad was the leader of the gym in the next town over, and since he was a water gym leader George couldn't be used in his fights at all. The final verdict was a forced grounding, not like he could go anywhere anyways, until they could find a way to reverse it, which seemed highly unlikely.

George walked out the front room and instantly ran into another conversation with his younger brother, Josh. "So . . . what did they say are you inside forever" his little brother was an excellent spy, however his listening skills seem to stop when school was mentioned.

"It would appear so . . . hey how's catching something coming on" Josh held a regular pokèball out with his left arm, a very depressed look spread over his face.

"Still nothing . . . I'm still trying really hard to catch one though" just then, a smirk spread across George's face.

"I've got an idea. You need a Pokèmon and I want to get out of here so what if I just . . ." George pointed towards the pokèball and josh put two and two together. The younger child threw the pokèball at George's head, watching and waiting for the pokèball to fire its ruby red beam and absorbs his brother. But nothing happened his brother just stood there shrugging his shoulders with an extremely confused face.

"What! why didn't that work?" Josh asked very confused.

"Maybe its because he's still half human" both George and Josh turned to find James in the doorway, he laid against the side of the door.

"Okay what is eevee saying." Josh asked in confusion.

"Okay first off his name is James and second he said I'm still half human?" George also turned his head towards James, confused by his earlier statement. The eevee walked over to the stairs and climbed the dusty steps one by one until George wouldn't have to look down at him anymore "anyways, because you were originally human you can understand other pokèmon and human still, yeah? So when the pokèball scanned you it picked up on your human DNA and as you know pokèballs only capture something with complete pokèmon DNA, you get what I'm saying?" James asked George nodded in agreement.

Josh however did not and had to wait for a translation of James's theory on why the pokèball did not work on his brother, who was clearly no longer human by definition, from George. The explanation followed by a long and almost exaggerated "oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh."

George laid sleepy on his bed wondering what was going to happen to him, would he loose his sanity, would he slowly become a full Pokèmon and loose the ability to talk to humans along with his human traits, he had no idea . . . until something hit him "WAIT . . . if this happened to me then this could happen to anyone else. Well I hope not, I've got THIS to deal with first. One thing I need to know though . . . is this permeant?" George sat up on his bed and looked down at his hands, realising that his entire future could be ruined because one a single mistake he made.

"Well on the bright side you've got me by your side" James said supportively, putting a paw on the Chesnaughts shell to show said support, a genuine and happy smile spread across the eevee's face.

"Yeah thanks . . ." George sighed as he hung his head, he sighed a second time while thinking of being stuck in the same house with his eevee for what might be eternity (well then again there is always dewott . . . oh wait I left him on my PC after the battle in the pokèmon centre. Our PC is out of commission too, ugh can this get any worse?) George contemplated distressingly, halfway through the thought though he felt a paw hit his leg.

"DON'T TREAT ME LIKE I'M SOME SECOND PLACE TROPHY!" James shouted.

"Relax I'm joking . . . besides I'm sure we'll get along even better now that we can talk to each other properly, no more one sided conversations for me" George lied.

"Joy . . ." James sighed, as he too realised that he could no longer say what ever he wanted as a response to anything that George said. On that day a whole new chapter began in both the trainers and the pokèmons lives.

This is the end of the story . . . .

Also here's that link that I promised -

https/user/GLS7499