((Hee-hee, I was day-dreaming the other day, and got a really, really weird idea. I know it's becoming really common for fan-fic writers (the ones that are Pokémon fans) to write about themselves as their favourite Pokémon, but.. I couldn't resist. So, here we are, Switched Identities.))

Chapter One: New Body, Same Person

BZZZT. BZZZT. BZZZT, my alarm clock buzzed, startling me from my pleasant state of sleep. I grumbled something under my breath, pulling my pillow over my face and feeling over my bed stand for the off button on the alarm clock. It was my second day of Marching Band Camp at Omaha Central Highschool, and I was not looking forward to it. All I'd do was sweat, get sore, and march. I finally found it, and slammed my hand down. The device made a crackling noise, and then went silent. Even with my eyes still closed, I could feel that it had gone flat.

That's strange… I mused, pulling the pillow off and opening my eyes. Everything seemed more vivid, more colourful, and more intense. I sat up in bed, and raised a hand to rub my face. The only thing was, though, that my hand was no longer a hand.

It was a three-fingered paw.

I gasped sharply, staring at what used to be my hand. The paw was covered with white fur, and seconds later I realized that my arms were also coated with the fine hairs. I felt myself begin to panic, and quickly stopped myself. I took a few deep breaths in an attempt to clear my head, and threw off the rest of the covers…only to find that my feet were about three times as long, my legs very irregularly shaped. I quickly suppressed a scream, and smacked myself hard across the face.

Come on, Christine, wake up, wake up, wake up! I ordered my body, flipping onto my stomach and burying my face in the pillow. I shut my eyes tightly, willing myself to come out of whatever dormant state of mind I was trapped in. After what felt like an hour (yet was most likely closer to five minutes), I lifted my head and slipped out from under the cotton covers. I finally opened my eyes, not looking at myself, setting my foot on the ground. After a few deep breaths, I set the other foot on the floor, and stood. For a moment, everything felt under control… until I heard something crash from behind me. I spun around and craned my neck over my shoulder, and muffled a scream. Where a normal human tailbone would have been was a long, violet tail.

I swallowed hard, still in utter disbelief. I stepped carefully across the room, attempting to figure out how to control my huge tail, and stopped in front of the mirror at the front of my room. A choked gasp escaped my throat as I gazed at my reflection.

I appeared to be the spitting image of none other than the infamous Mewtwo.

I blinked rapidly, forcing myself not to faint from shock. My blonde locks were gone, ears replaced by what seemed to be horns, and my entire figure was covered with a cream-coloured fur, with the exception of my stomach, which was the same colour as my tail. The only thing that differed was that I was still the same height, five feet and four and-a-half inches, my eyes were still blue, and I had a more feminine figure… obviously.

I opened my mouth, pulling a side of my cheek away with a paw to check out the dental work. It looked the same, except for the fact that there were fewer canines and I didn't have braces. I stuck out my tongue, which looked about the same. Luckily for me, several of Mewtwo's attributes were similar to that of a human.

I snapped back to reality, and my eyes swiveled towards the clock that was in the corner of my room. It read 7:30 AM, which meant that Dad would be on his way to work, and my mom and brother would be asleep. Band camp didn't start till nine AM, which gave me… What? An hour and a half? That would be hardly enough time.

But I needed some help on figuring out what happened overnight.

And there was only one person that I could trust to not say anything.

I crept out of my room, still having a bit of trouble walking, paws moving noiselessly across the azure carpet. I made my way through the living room, stepped softly across the creaky carpet floors, and through a small hallway until I reached my older brother's room. I snuck inside, and knelt beside his softly breathing figure. I opened my mouth to say something, and finally realized this was not going to be as easy as anticipated. After all, it's not every day that a Pokémon wakes you up early in the morning. "Aaron," I managed to hiss, almost relieved to find that I still had my own voice.

The 17-year-old's body shifted slightly under the navy-blue blankets.

"Aaron!" This time, more insistently.

Dang, Aaron, wake up, you lazy pig! I thought angrily, shaking him a few times.

"Geez, Christine, what?" he mumbled, rolling over. "You don't have to call me a lazy pi-" He froze as he laid his eyes on me. His pupils shrank about half their original size, and he bolted upright, scooting back as far away from me as possible until he bumped into the window.

I groaned, having anticipated this reaction from him. "Aaron, it's me, Christine." I succeeded in working my tongue around those four words with a good deal of effort.

Aaron's look had changed from fear to skeptism. "How do I know that? You might be some evil clone from a Pokémon movie, maybe!" he said back.

"You like skateboarding, death metal music, and I think you're weird because of it. And Mom and I keep telling you to stop wearing so much black." It felt like forever to get all those syllables out with this weird tongue I had acquired, but it appeared to be worth it.

He gaped at me. "You are my sister…" he whispered, and broke out into a huge grin. "DUDE, that is SO COOL! So, can you, like, fly and stuff, and create a weird purple bubble thing, and destroy stuff, and…"

"I have Band Camp today, and I'm a freakin' Pokémon!" I screeched, probably way more loudly than necessary.

That had shut him up. "Oh, right. Um… did you try playing your saxophone?"

I stood unsteadily, crossing my arms. "No, Aaron, and if Mom finds me like this, she's gonna…"

"What would I – OMIGAWD!"

I whipped around, accidentally smacking my brother in the face with my tail, and faced my horror-stricken mother. She blinked at me through her glasses, and took a step back.

"No, Mom, it's okay, it's really her!" my brother shouted, leaping from his bed and putting his arm around my shoulders.

"Aaron, get away from that – thing, it might be dangerous."

"Christine's never even socked someone in the face before. I don't think she's mentally capable of murder."

I almost winced away at his sudden sign of affection, but after a moment realized it was quite comforting. Still, something had to be figured out. I cleared my throat, and rubbed my face with a paw. "Mom," I said finally, "what you see here is… erm… a Mewtwo. Sort of. More like a female Mewtwo, but…"

"I do not know who you are but you are not my daughter." Her tone was cold and unforgiving, which frankly surprised me. Never had I seen her like this. "I will have you taken care of, whatever you are," she spat, turning heel angrily. My mother continued quickly down the hall till she reached the bedroom she and my father shared, stepping in and slamming the door.

I winced; hurt by the fact that she didn't even recognize me as her own daughter. Still, I had to know what she was up to. So I jogged after her, still attempting to get used to my completely different body (which was basically from the stomach down) and leaned towards her door. Inside, I could vaguely hear her…

"…Yes, it's some sort of creature… No, I'm not sure what it is! …What? An animal? No, sir, you do not understand… Wait – Take it away? To where? … The creature claims to be my daughter… Well, it sounds like her and has the same personality… Oh. I understand. Well, thank you for assisting in the dealings with this issue. Hang on, one more thing: What about Christine? My daughter, you know. … Abducted? What, and switched minds with the creature? I find that -"

Her words cut off there. A zillion thoughts were running through my mind, most of them of federal agents dragging me off to some laboratory for genetic testing. I rushed to my room, throwing open drawers and pulling out clothes.

"Christine, what are you doing?"

I didn't have to look to see that it was my brother at the door, and threw open the door to my closet, searching for a backpack. "I gotta get out of here, or else I'll be in a laboratory for the rest of my life."

I saw him stare at me in pure bewilderment from the corner of my eye. "Like… the Feds are coming after you?" he choked, in a squeaky voice that I knew wasn't just an effect from puberty.

I found a decent backpack, and started throwing random sets of clothing into it at a rapid pace. I searched around my room, also stuffing in my purse, journals, and some random writing utensils.

"I'm not letting you leave home without me."

My head shot up at Aaron's statement. He had a dead serious look on his face, and somehow I knew that he wasn't lying. I looked into his eyes, and then his voice:

"…I can't let my little sister run away from home; she needs me, and I need her. Even if she does look like a freaky clone, I know it's her. I can't stay here while she goes out into the unknown. I bet Mom turned her into the Feds…"

I blinked, and the train of his voice stopped. "Aaron, you can't-"

"I've got savings."

"Those are for your car!"

He ignored me, grabbing the Pikachu beanie baby on my bed and tossed it to me. I caught it, and jammed it into what remaining room there was. "So, where are you going to go?"

I shrugged, and sighed. "I have no idea. Canada, maybe, or something like that."

"How are you gonna get there? I'm not that good of driver yet."

This I had not yet considered. I honestly didn't know how I was going to run away from home without the government on my tail… Which they would be, quite literally, if I didn't get moving. I dared a glance at my brother, who looked scared for a moment.

"You're not thinking of… teleporting, are you?"

"Actually, that's a really good idea, Aaron. Thanks," I said in a sarcastically happy voice, patting him on the shoulder and cramming a few more essentials into my bag and zipping it up. He was staring in sheer disbelief at me.

"But – but – You have no idea how to use any of your weird abilities!" he almost shouted.

"There's no other option!" I yelled back, feeling frustrated enough to cry. I stepped over to my desk, pulling out a piece of stationery and a pen. Somehow I managed to get a grip on the writing utensil, and jotted down a quick note:

-
Dear Mom,
I'm really sad that you don't believe it's me, but I know how skeptical you can be sometimes. I need to get away (considering you just called the Federal Government on your own daughter) until this whole thing clears away. I honestly have no clue how this happened, or why. I do love you, though, 'cause you're the best (and only) mom I've ever had.

I love you,
Christine

I left it on my desk, knowing she'd look there first, and picked up my sack, swinging it over my shoulder.

"So, we're just… leaving? Now?" my brother said, and I nodded.

"Grab my hand... Er, paw. I gotta try something."

He glanced up, looking straight into my eyes, and cautiously place his hand in mine. It appeared as though he were attempting to read my thoughts. "You're really going to try this, aren't you."

I concentrated heavily on a single location, and moving every molecule in my body to that place. My eyes were squeezed shut as I strained, and suddenly it felt as though I had been slammed backwards by a solid wall. I forced my eyes open to find everything had gone black. Aaron was still clinging to my paw. My concentration faltered for a moment, and I snapped back. This was unreal, it was actually working. After only a few moments, a blinding light struck my eyes, and I realized something:

We were about two hundred feet up in the air, and the law of gravity was still in effect.