Okay, tenth story since I joined. I wanted to continue with the plot for Baby Legendaries and Illusions of a Fox, but this one kept tugging at me again and again, enough to where I couldn't concentrate on the plots. This will be a multi-one shot transformation series, starting with OC's from my RL family. After the final one, an OC form will be shown at the end, allowing you to submit one to be transformed. Any requests made BEFORE the final family OC transformation will be ignored, though reviews are welcome.
The order of the family OC transformations are as followed:
Me (Aleron Bane)
Sister (Rachel Bane)
Brother (Lucas Bane)
Mother (Terra Bane)
Father (Marcus Stone)
Also, the Aleron Bane in this is not the same one from my first story.
Also, this goes for all chapters. If you find a star next to a name, word or term, they will be explained at the end of the chapter.
Lets get started. Read, Enjoy and Review.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, or any major company brands. I own only the series and OC's.
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Murfreesboro, TN.
Today was a quiet, peaceful summer day. Birds were singing and the sun shining bright. People driving to and from places, going on with their daily schedules. Families traveling to summer resorts to enjoy it to the fullest. Those that couldn't afford to go often had pools and played in them instead.
However, there is one person that isn't enjoying the summer, nor the heat of it. He, instead, is laying in his bed, with the AC on and his rooms fan on maximum. The teens oak-brown hair was smooth with sweat, while his white t-shirt was being used to try and fan some cold air on his body. He wore shorts to try and beat the heat, which was working to an extent. As of now, he was playing on his new Ipod that he got just yesterday. He was playing his Sonic Rush game music list as of now. Though he was home alone at the time, there is one thing that was obvious about this teen.
He was bored.
To him, he could take boredom when playing his games, but today was something different; he didn't feel like playing them. Sure, to him, they would get rid of boredom for a while, but they were starting to get a little…well, boring. His three pet dogs would be able to get rid of his loneliness, but not his boredom. He hates it because of a few reasons. One of them, is that stupid ideas would come to him, tempting him to do them for kicks. Better common sense would always shine through, making him not to do those stunts, lest he get in trouble.
Since he would be bored, listening to his music made him relax a bit and go into his world, synced with the music. He often makes up landscapes in his mind that is themed to the current song he's listening to. Most of the time, it would be music from his video games that he listens to, most of it being calm music. A select few would sometimes make him remember his saddest moments in life.
As the current song ended on his Ipod, he reached into his pocket and pulled the device out. He lazily scrolled through the songs he had on it until the selector rested on one of his favorite ones; Emotion from the Pokemon: Black/White games. After hitting the play button, he slipped the device back into his pocket.
Deciding to try and cool off a bit since his fan was angled, he got up off the bed and stood in the center of his room. He closed his eyes and let himself be synced to the music, then started to do a calm dance of sorts. Naturally, he isn't a good dancer, but he often plots some out in his head and tries to follow it as best as he can. He lets a ghost of him lead while his body tries to follow. Stumbles would be a little common, but he would recover quickly.
After the song ended, he reopened his eyes and breathed out a sigh.
"God…I friggin' hate boredom." He started, whispering to himself. "I just wish there was something to do here. Maybe going to uncles would be nice, but only on Mondays…and today's Thursday." he breathed out another sigh. "Wish I had the money to get some new games…" he said sadly, walking out his rooms door to go and make some ramen noodles for lunch. As long as the house has chicken flavored ramen noodles, he will gladly eat it instead of other food.
He walked down the flight of stairs slower than he normally goes, being greeted by the cool air the further down he goes. He walks into the living room, being greeted by his three dogs; Pebbles, KC, and JD. Each were wagging their tails excitedly, happy to see their owner. The teen grinned a little, bending down to pet each of them. He loved both cats and dogs, seeing on how they're good company to have when the rest of the family is away.
"Hey girls. Glad to see you too." he said, rubbing each of their heads.
The middle one, KC, however, started sniffing his hand like as though he had pet a different dog or cat. The teen raised an eyebrow at her sniffing, confused since he hadn't pet another animal all month. After a few more seconds of sniffing, KC stopped and allowed the teen to pet her.
'Okay, that was weird…' the teen thought to himself.
After petting the dogs for a bit, with JD trying to hog it all, he lifted himself back up and continued into the kitchen. He slowly walked towards the pantry, passing the island counter and the fridge, and looked for where his lunch would be. Sitting on the second rack was a box with orange packets of noodles. He grabbed two of them and walked towards the island counter. The rest was pretty much second nature when preparing the stuff; opening the packets, putting the noodles in, filling it with water and putting it in the microwave for six minutes. It would normally take three but he like the noodles to be tender.
After eating his lunch and washing the bowl, the teen walked into the living room. Normally, he would just watch a bit of TV, but he didn't feel like it today, just sitting on the couch. After sitting for a minute, he lifted his legs up on the couch, then he lay his head down on the cushions. He just stared up at the ceiling, bored out of his mind, wanting to do something, anything, to curb his boredom. As he was thinking, his eyelids started to droop. Before his eyes could drop all the way, one of the house phones started to ring.
Groaning, the teen pulled himself off the couch and walked towards the mantle of the living rooms fireplace. The phone was on its booth ringing, screen lit and with a number, but no name on it. Normally, he wouldn't answer if there wasn't a name, but he recognized the number as one of his few friends. He plucked the phone off its charger and answered.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Aleron, it me." a voice answered.
"Michael, hey man." Aleron said, joyful that his friend is calling.
Aleron was a bit of a loner, never exactly getting as many friends as an average teen does. Michael was one of the few people that he considers his friend. The reason is that they are gamer buddies. They know each others gamer-tags for both xBox and PS3. Always playing co-op, they are invincible when together. There is one thing they like as well, but are afraid of the teasing that would follow if known; Pokemon. They often come up with strategies to use against the other, sometimes using professional strategies. Both would start with their strongest (and favorite) pokémon first. Michael's was a Blaziken, while Aleron's was Gallade.
After talking on the phone for a bit, Michael was able ask a question.
"Hey, Al, is there a chance that I can come over sometime today?"
"Sure, just let me get my moms permission first." Al answered hanging up. He dialed the number to where his mom works and waited for her to answer. Both of his parents own separate businesses, tanning salon for the mother, auto-repair shop for the father. The family, however, has to rely on the salons income because the auto-shop doesn't get many people due to the economy.
After a couple dozen seconds, his mother, Terra, was able to answer.
"Hair We Are." She opened with the motto of the place.
"Hey mom." Aleron said. "Is it okay that Michael can come over?"
"I don't care son, just so long as you don't burn the house down." Terra joked.
"Mom, you know I won't."
They both said goodbye and hung up. Aleron redialed Michael's number to tell him about his invitation.
"Hello?" Michael asked.
"Mikey," Aleron started, calling Michael by his nickname. "it's Al. Mom said you can be able to come over."
"Cool. Be there in a few minutes. Be ready to have your butt handed to you on Pokemon." he laughed a little on the last part.
Aleron laughed as well, remembering the form of rivalry between both he and Michael. He turned the phone off and put it back on its charger. He smiled, knowing that things always lighten up when with a friend. He walked back upstairs, back into the sweltering heat as well. He made his way to his room to get his DS and prepare for a battle with Michael. He had to search for it a bit due to clutter on his desk and nightstands, but he was able to find it after a couple of minutes. He was able to find it on the nightstand in the corner and grabbed it. When it was over his bed though, something shocked him enough to drop it on the bed.
"Gah! What the…?" he exclaimed, cradling his hand.
He looked at the device, not believing that it shocked him. He was wondering on how it was able to do so without being on or plugged in to charge. He just shrugged this off and reached for it again, but stopped just before it, with dinner-plated sized eyes.
His fingers were turning a dark green color, and it was spreading like wildfire up the rest of his arm, with the arm hairs retracting into his skin. He was scared on what was happening and tried to claw the stuff off of him, but ended up cutting into his skin. The condition continued even when it went under his shirt. Aleron ripped it off to see how far it would go. The coloring continued to spread, up towards his head, across to this other arm and down to his legs. On his chest though it formed a thin, vertical line of red, then continued being the dark green color past it. Seeing on how it would reach his head he bolted for the floor's bathroom, all the while catching the attention of his dogs. He heard them barking at the sudden noise, and also coming up the stairs as well, barking along the way.
He got in the bathroom, only to stop on the first step in. The green was continuing up his neck, but turned white at around the chin. The coloring did not stop there, continuing up over his face, but strangely leaving a V shaped area just below his nose and up past his eyes and forehead. He noticed that his hair was turning the same dark green as his body, but the center of it was a light teal, going up over his head and ending with the longest bangs. Taking his attention off his hair for now, he looked down towards his legs and found that his legs were now as white as his face. The dogs were able to find him, but stopped barking and started whining after they seen what was happening to their owner. Aleron was about to unbuckle his pants until he felt something tugging at his hair.
He looked up again to see that his hair was growing, but yet turning into something like a helmet at the same time. The hair/helmet kept growing until it was covering the unaltered spot on his face, covering his nose entirely. He felt his nose melting into his face and winced at the thought of losing his sense of smell. He took a deep breath in through his 'nose', and was calmed that he could still smell, even without a visible nose. Another tugging feeling pulled him out of his thought as a spike started to form on the back of his head. The spike was growing upwards until it was like the spike of a gladiator helmet. The skin on his cheek-bones started to pull out, forming sideways Vs. The upper ones grew longer than the lower ones, slightly giving the looks of a mask. The mirror also shown his eyes turning from their sky-blue color to a red one. His ears melted into the sides of his head and all was silent to Aleron. He was worried that he had lost his hearing with this, but was calmed down, yet again, as his hearing returned, though there were no visible ears. He tried to wonder on how it was possible, but winced again as he felt constriction on his neck. Glancing back to the mirror, the reflection showed his neck narrowing. Fear welled up inside of his neck crushing his windpipe, but breathing wasn't being made difficult. Another fear was that the neck would be too weak to support his head, but it held strong, even when it was done constricting.
He thought that he was done changing for the time, but he felt his something tugging on his elbows. Looking down at his elbows, they were pulling out and forming points that made the arms look like a pair of tonfas*. His forearms also went through the same constriction as his neck, but but stopped when they were nearly double the thickness. His wrists continued to thin until they were like the elbow points. His fingers started to fuse together. The pinky-and-ring fingers, along with the middle-and-index fingers fused until there were only three per hand. They then started to shorten until they were just stubs, with the middle a little longer. He flexed his arms experimentally and saw they still worked, but felt stronger.
The center of his chest and his back started to ache until a pair of spikes poke out of his skin. There were the same color as the line of red the skin was left for them. Aleron poked the chest one, only to feel it move from his touch, feeling the pull on his newly developed nerves. He felt even more constriction on his whole torso, seeing it get thinner by the second. He could hear his bones snapping, along with his organs, with an audible squish, rearranging themselves to his new body. His torso continued to thin until it was around a third its original thickness.
There was a loud 'slurp' sound and Aleron's eyes bugged out. He quickly undid his pants and tugged his boxers down and seen that his symbol of maleness has vanished into his body. He sweat-dropped at the sudden removal, but the sound of his socks ripping regained his attention. His feet had shrunk into his legs, but the 'heels' were thickening. Notches appeared around a third of the way up the shins, giving the look of toes. The new 'feet' continued to thicken, tearing up the pair of socks as they went. They stopped growing as the socks were just threads just barely holding together. His thighs started to thin at the hips until there were as thin as the wrists.
The transformation was complete.
Aleron was just staring at his reflection. Instead of his normal self, he was in the body of some kind of humanoid creature. He stared at the reflection for a full minute, wondering on how this happened. He set his mind on what he was turned into until something clicked in his memory.
"Wait…Have I…Have I been…turned into…a…a…Gallade?" Aleron was able to say, stammering a bit. He tried reaching out to touch his reflection, but a voice cut in.
"Gallade? What's that?" the voice asked. It sounded like a young female.
Aleron whipped around, looking into the hall for anyone else that was in the house. He raised a now non-existent eyebrow on where the voice came from. Deciding to not take any chances with a possible burglar in the house, he decided to call out.
"Who's there?"
After a few seconds without a response, he leaned back into the bathroom to continue staring at his reflection. Another few seconds and another, although older sounding, female voice called out.
"Aleron? Why do you keep staring at the mirror?" it asked with confusion.
Instead of looking down the hall for the source of the voice, he stood in his spot and moved his eyes around. Thinking of wanting to humor whoever was speaking, he decided to answer, but was cut off by a third voice
"Pebbles, just don't bother. He is…er, was, human, but I doubt he'll understand us."
Aleron's eyes widened. He was doubting that his hearing was correct, hearing one of the dogs talking. He turned his head slowly, looking towards the dogs that were staring up at him with their heads tilted to the side.
"Did…did one of you just…talk?" he asked nervously.
All three dogs just tilted their heads further, thinking their master was crazy. KC turned to Pebbles, who was on her left.
"Can you believe him? The whole changing thing must have messed with his mind. He thinks that he can understand us." she said with a doubtful tone.
"I heard that…" Al said, a vein popping on his head.
KC yelped and all three dogs tensed up, a look of shock on their faces. A couple of seconds later, JD was able to break the silence.
"Sooo…" she started. "you can understand us?"
"I guess so…this is just so weird…" Al answered, rubbing the back of his head.
The dogs were about to ask more questions until the doorbell rang. Aleron's eyes grew wide upon remembering Michael's arrival.
"OH S**T! I forgot about Michael coming!" he yelled, trying to think up on what to do.
The doorbell rang again, causing the dogs to bark like they do if someone else besides family is here. Aleron was trying to find a way out of this. He thought of hiding, but wasn't sure if his new body would allow him to hide easily. Running was out, due to the high chance of being seen and maybe even caught. There was only one choice left, and he swallowed hard, for he did not like it one bit.
'Might as well tell him,' he said flatly. 'but it's best to prepare him first. God knows how he's going to react.'
Sucking in a deep breath to try and steady himself, he worked up the courage to tell his friend what happened. He walked towards the stairs, but stayed behind the corner, not wanting his friend to think there's a burglar in the house. When the doorbell rang for a third time, Aleron decided to invite his friend inside.
"Michael, its unlocked, come in." he called out, trying to sound calm.
The dogs were swarming the door, trying to find out who the visitor is. The door opened, allowing the dogs to get to him. Michael was around his late teens, although he was around half a foot shorter than the average late-teen. Though, if anyone makes fun of his height, they get a brand new cast to show off. As of now, he was wearing a brown shirt with a leather jacket, along with tan shorts and black shoes. Despite his intimidating appearance, he is a bit of a softie, often helping the weak.
"Al? Where are you?" Michael asked, looking around.
'Well, here we go.' Aleron started himself. "I'm upstairs, can you come up here for a sec?" After saying his line, he quietly slipped into his room, knowing that Michael would come. He closed the door and sat down on his bed, waiting for him to be in front of the door. As he listened, the footsteps get louder and louder, signaling that he was at the door, Aleron stopped him from opening the door.
"Michael, I have a question for you, but don't open the door yet."
"Sure, shoot." Michael replied.
"If either one of us were to change drastically, would we still be friends?"
There was a short silence following the question, Michael somewhat caught off-guard by such a question.
"Uh, sure. I guess we'll still be friends." he answered after the pause. "What are you getting at Al?" he questioned. Aleron heard his hand gripping the doorknob and turning it. He wanted to stop him, but knew that it would be futile anyway. Just before the door opened, he let one last line before he would be seen by his friend.
"Just brace yourself for what you're about to see." he said, closing his eyes and readying himself for the reaction.
Michael slid past the door, though his gaze was downwards. When he looked up, however, he did not expect to see something other than his friend sitting on his bed. He initially gasped and was about to throw the classic 'WHAT THE HELL?' question, but he was too shocked over what he was seeing before him. The creature before him had his friends voice, but said person was nowhere to be found. Seeing that his friend wouldn't be able to speak, Aleron decided to speak for him.
"Hey Mikey…" he said in a calm tone. Michael flinched upon hearing his nickname being said by something other than Aleron. "If you're wondering, yeah, it's me."
Aleron got up from his bed and walked over to Michael, who was frozen on the spot. He put one of his hands on Michael's shoulders, who cringed upon contact.
"I really can't explain it, but I tried to grab my DS to play with you when you get here. I was about to bring it downstairs and wait for you, but it shocked me instead and I changed into this." he stopped for a moment to let the info soak in. After a minute of waiting, Michael was able to find his voice again.
"Al…s**t…I was not…expecting this." He was able to say, holding his head a little. "I mean…" he shook his head, at a loss of words again.
"Come on Michael, sit down for a sec." Aleron said, motioning Michael to a chair in the room. Sitting down, Michael was still trying to soak in what happened, not believing that his friend was transformed. After sitting for minutes, Michael was able to once again able to find his voice.
"Al, what have you been turned into?" he asked plainly.
"A Gallade." Aleron answered. "It took me a bit to figure it out, especially after going through the shock of the transformation."
"And another thing…" Michael said, trailing off.
"Hmm?"
"What are we going to tell your family?"
Aleron realized on how his family was going to react to his new look. He just turned his gaze to look outside the rooms window, staring off into the horizon.
"Honestly? I have no clue."
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*Tonfas are Okinawan weapons that are shaped like police nightsticks.
First chapter done. Now, as I have said, the first five are predetermined. Any requests before the fifth chapter will be ignored. Hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please review.
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