Clair Drake Lanson was an amazingly beautiful young woman at the age of eighteen. Clair possessed powers which normal humans did not possess. Her first unusual power was the ability to talk to Pokémon. Although she was able to speak to any known Pokémon, she was particularly skilled in speaking to snakes. According to her mother, she was a distant descendant of a dark wizard from England.

Another unusual skill that Clair possessed was the ability to alter her appearance however she wished. Of course, Clair had a goddess-like appearance by default, so she rarely used this skill. The only thing that Clair liked to alter was her hair. In her natural state, her hair was very long and fell down her back in rippling ebony waves. Her eyes were a deep chocolate brown, nearly black like her hair. Her eyelashes were long and beautiful, without the need of makeup, as were her lips plump and pink. She was tall and very elegant in figure with not an imperfection on her skin or a lump on her thighs. Sometimes Clair thought of using her metamorphagus abilities to become ugly, for her beauty shocked people and made her feel embarrassed.

Today was a beautiful day. Today was the day of Clair's eighteenth birthday. The day she became legal. She skipped along to the house of her childhood friend, feeling so excited that her appearance started to shift on its own. Her hair became short, spiked, and pink and her figure started to shift over to the male side. Not realizing her problem, she knocked on the door to the beat of the song always playing in her friend's "office".

Her friend opened the door with a bright smile. "Oh, hello, Clair. I'm so glad to. . . . to. . . . see. . . .me."

"Whatever are you talking about?" Clair asked elegantly, as always. She blinked her large chocolate eyes level at her friend and pouted her plump lips playfully.

Lance pulled out a mirror that he kept hidden in his red jacket and showed Clair herself. Clair blushed as she realized her mistake. "I am ever so sorry, Lance! I suppose this happened because I was thinking too much about you. . ."

Lance chuckled and kissed Clair's ivory forehead as she shifted back to herself. Clair gasped at his gesture but he put a finger to her lips. "It's alright, Clair. You're legal now."

"Oh. . ." Clair whimpered. Lance smiled at his friend and took her by the hand. Clair followed elegantly behind him, knowing where Lance was heading. Lance was heading towards the sacred room, the room which Clair had waited for so many years but was not able to visit due to the two year age difference.

Clair and Lance had been the best of friends since they were both little children. They both received Dratinis as starter Pokémon on the same day. Clair held such promise that she was able to begin her journey with a license at the tender age of eight. The two of them travelled near and far until Lance became powerful enough to start training for the Pokémon League. During this time the two of them parted ways. Lance stayed in Johto to further train to the status of Pokémon Master (a status he would reach at the age of eighteen) and Clair travelled abroad to study witchcraft and wizardry at a far off boarding school. They kept in touch by Hoot-Hoot mail and stayed together during Clair's holidays.

A year had passed since Clair's graduation. One very frustrating year. The couple even refrained from kissing just in case something illegal would come out of it. Clair longed for the days back when she was in her early teens and they would share cute romantic moments every chance they got. But Clair was too perfect to break any laws, even such silly ones as statutory rape. She obeyed Lance and went back to calling him her friend. But now the day had come at last!

Clair sat down on Lance's Queen Size bed. The comforters looked like something a child would own. Large dragon Pokémon flew around in the clouds happily, smiling up at Clair. Lance peeled back the comforter to reveal seductive sheets in red and black. Clair gasped.

"I bought them specifically for this day," Lance whispered into her ear.

"Oh. . ." Clair whispered. "Should we really do this now, Lance? After all, it's so early in the day. . . I just wouldn't feel right."

"Shh," Lance whispered, putting a finger to her lips again. He proceeded to kiss her fully on the lips, making Clair groan.

"Oh, Lance," Clair whispered after her loss of innocence was complete. "That was worth the wait. Thank you."

Lance ran his large hands through her rippling hair and smiled. "I agree." He kissed her smooth neck. "I knew it would be worth it. You're so amazing. . . Beautiful. . . Smart. . . . Talented. . ."

"You too," Clair whispered back, clutching the comforter to her chest. A cartoonish Dragonite grinned up at her. "You know," she said slightly louder, her elegance slipping, "you are much, much, more than a Pokémon master. . ." She smiled sheepishly.

Lance's slight vanity started to show at Clair's comment. "Oh really?" he asked in an amused tone.

"Oh, yes," Clair said in her best attempt at a seductive voice, "One might call you the Master of the B--"

"Heh," Lance said, covering Clair's mouth with her fist. "That's enough of that." But he was grinning. He glanced at his Pokeball shaped clock on the nightstand and sighed. "Oh, Clair, I'm so sorry. I hate to ruin this moment. . . I have work."

"Oh," Clair said, trying to hide her disappointment. Unfortunately, metamorphagus powers don't work on facial expressions. "Will you be back soon?"

Lance smiled and kissed her on her forehead. "I will try."

As Clair watched Lance pull on his shiniest full body suit and cape, she realized that this was going to be the start of something huge.