Author's Notes-

Hi! I'm new here, but I'll try my best! So, who doesn't like Pokemon transformations? I am going to try and do all of them in a very descriptive manner, so suggestions by review or PM are great! Please, I lose confidence if I don't know if anyone else is reading. ^^ First up, we have, say... let's go Mew. (Pokemon belongs to Nintendo.)

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Jack laid down on his bed, face up. His eyes studied the painted dinosaurs that embroidered his room. Really, why couldn't he be transported into their world, with nothing to worry about but survival, no homework, drama queens, evil teachers, the list could go on and on. Today has to be the worst time possible for everyone in the house to be gone. Why couldn't they take me with them?

He summoned up the strength to sit up, hoping that a bit of fresh air would cheer him up. It had just been a long, tedious day at school. Jack thanked his lucky stars that it was soon to be the weekend. Eighth Grade wasn't fun.

The boy stumped along to his window, and threw back the curtains. He saw an astonishing sight. He completely forgot his place in the doldrums and looked closer, brushing chestnut colored hair out of his eyes. It couldn't be true.

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A blue, mouse-like creature was hurtling towards space at spectacular speeds. She frantically tried to slow, but her psychic powers were weakened by a fatal gash in her chest. It was the end of the line, at least for this little Mew. It was her duty to pass on her powers before she crashed to the ground. If Mew failed, it would whack space itself out of balance. Her mere presence in the universe kept everything in balance, in a way that even Palkia couldn't think of. She forced out the last vestiges of energy and sent it out, hoping it would reach a worthy successor somewhere, as she, spent at last, died content.

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Jack saw most of this as he looked into the atmosphere above. He leaned back against the wall, thinking he was hallucinating. Faint memories of his past whirled through his head, memories of Pokemon, memories of his young fascination with the games, the show, it all came back. Jack's head was whirring at this point. Had he seen a Mew because of his loneliness, was he going insane?Was the gash signifying the death of his childhood? Something told him that it was none of them.

At that exact moment, the wave of something odd washed over him. It felt like wind, almost, but seemed to both chill and warm him to the bone. He was just starting to mull over this new, almost pleasant sensation when he felt a terrible pain somewhere near his ribcage, and he began breathing heavily as if he had been punched in the gut.

Another set of agony wracked his body as there was a painful stretching feeling at his tail bone, at the same time the whole room felt bigger... His eyes seemed to expand, much to the protest of his optical nerves, and everything went blurry for a moment, his pupils and irises changing color and size.

It stopped for a moment, the transitions in his body slowing down, although the pain in his tail bone was not relenting. Jack stumbled to a mirror, and nearly fainted as he saw himself- or, more specifically, what was left of him.

Jack looked back at his mangled reflection, and saw his own hair tinged with blue, sparkling slightly, and eyes enormous compared to his body, shining turquoise. As he turned around, there was a bulge, like the beginnings of a tail, sprouting from his rear. He was at least three times smaller than he usually was.

He was hideous. A freak. Jack had almost forgotten about the pain, but got a not-so-cordial reminder of its existence seconds after taking in his new appearance. The pain was blinding this time, his lungs and other various organs shrinking, but still forcing themselves to work. Jack almost heard his heart beating frantically, when he noticed that his ears were now placed on top of his head, almost like a kitten. What have I become?

Meanwhile, a world away, Arceus watched the entire ordeal, torn between mourning the first Mew's death and the unnatural occurrence that this human was going through. It thought to itself, cocking its head, The psychic power wasn't meant for humans...this will be very interesting indeed.

Somewhere, in Jack's subconscious, he heard these words, his brain already connecting to psychic power and resembling that of a Mew's. Oh great, he thought. This isn't good.

His hair began to retreat back into his disfigured skull, to be replaced by a soft blue fuzz. Jack's rapidly shifting hands were getting soft, and fingers began joining together to create the little toes of Mew. He openly yelled out when a tail, two times the length of his body, sprouted forth to the sky. His legs curled up to his body, and his teeth were beginning to disappear. Little pins seemed to be under his skin and pushing their way out, a very painful method of growing fur indeed.

The torturous pain finished tormenting him for the last time, and he took a few seconds to look at himself in the mirror again.

He was a full-blown Mew, with the instinct in his head to head up to the clouds and meet the other Pokemon in another universe he suddenly knew how to get access to. His human memories seemed to be long ago.

Jack, now to be known as Mew, used his newfound psychic power to lift himself up, and hurtled out the window. As he flew through the sky, he took a last glance at his old house. My parents will have no idea where I've gone... but it's for the good of the universe.

There was a final burst of blueish aura in the air as the new Mew teleported to the world once so far away. His life would be a little different from now on...

Author's Notes!

How d'you like it? Once again, please choose the next one you want me to do, and I'll make a double transformation! (It means a transformation in which you drastically change both physically and mentally.

Before I leave, make sure to eat that pie, and ShinySeviper1 is OUT!