PAYTON 1/INSPECTOR 1: Cool-Headed Investigations
~~Nalvia City, days before~~
The woman wore a red coat, streaks of grey sprinkling her black hair. Despite her professional look and signs of age, she carried a youthful friendliness about her. She looks at the house. A rather normal family home. "4 children, the father owns a bakery. A shame, that. Minka would probably have wanted something sweet." As it stood, with all the curtains drawn and none of the family being seen coming in or out of the house, one would think it abandoned. Although, if her information was correct, the house had been getting visitors. Officers, officials, even some scientists... stiffs, the lot of them. Hopefully the family was doing well with this hectic situation. At least the League was taking care of any other issues they might have. Brushing some of her hair back, she adjusts her glasses, walking to the door and knocking.
She hears someone walk towards the door. "Who's there?" A woman's voice asks, deep and smooth, doesn't quite match the mother's profile.
The woman clears her throat. "Good day. My name is Carmela Keaton. I'm here in service of the Pokémon League. Is this the Parr residence? I'd like a moment of your time."
"Erm..." the woman on the other side of the door hesitates. "Mister and Miss Parr aren't home at the moment, maybe another time?"
Carmela sighs. She fetches her badge, stepping towards the door. "Payton Parr, I have been informed of the situation, don't worry. This won't break quarantine. I'm a Detective placed on this case to represent the Pokémon League. I just want to ask you a few questions." She pauses. "About the attack on your person."
...
A sigh is heard. Sure enough the door opens, a head of luscious pale blonde hair framing a distinctly very purple face poking slightly out from the opening. "Come in," the woman urges anxiously. Carmela pockets her badge and steps in, observing the interior of the house and casually hanging her umbrella on the nearby stand. "Um, sorry about all... this," 'Payton' awkwardly says, shutting the door.
"Don't worry about it. I understand. You were told not to let anyone not in the know see you until everyone figured out the situation, after all. I'd certainly be nervous if a suspicious lady like me showed up at my door, yes?" The detective smiles, looking back to the young man.
Of course, calling him such now would be misleading.
Payton Parr, who currently sported dark purple skin, long straight blonde hair that reached past his bottom and framed a cute round face, noseless with bright violet eyes and done up lashes and large plump lips. Payton Parr, who now sported breasts and a wider, plumper body than the photo of the muscular young man in the profile she had gotten.
Yes, rather than a young man, Payton looked more like a lovely young woman. More specifically and jarring, a young woman with the traits of a Jynx.
Payton sighs, the Jynx-like person idly brushing some of his(?) hair back. A rather womanly looking action, really. Still, at least he(?) didn't look tense. Her casual demeanor was probably a lot more welcoming than all the stiff and impersonal types that had poked at the Parr Family for the last few weeks. "Any news on when they will figure out the situation, by any chance?" The Jynx pouted, crossing his(?) arms underneath his(?) bosom
"I don't have any news on that, sadly. But, why don't we sit down? Oh! Where's the rest of your family?"
"Mom and Dad are in the kitchen with Cliff. Henry's sulking in her room, and Trish is off bothering her." Payton rubs his(?) head. "You want to question them too?"
"I don't have to, but would you like them there anyway? Fill in any holes or provide moral support?" Carmela offers a smile.
"...Mm... no, I think I'll be fine, I can do this." Payton releases a soft breath. "Lemme just tell them you're here and then I'll answer your questions."
With that, the inspector sat politely within the living room in a recliner. Rather lovingly decorated. Not a big surprise considering the big family. There were even quite a few photos. Of course, considering how no one in the photos look like themselves anymore...
"Do you like iced tea?"
"Oh, I'm a fan. Thank you." Carmela nods, smiling as she takes the cup and gingerly sips. The Jynx woman sits on the couch, gently sipping their own tea. "I should also thank you for agreeing to do this. I understand things have been rather stressful given the situation. I'd like you to know that I'm not just here to be the tenth person to bother you for your story. I'm also willing to answer and help with any worries or questions you may have." The detective offers.
"That's good to hear..." Payton purses their lips, looking aside. They sit with one leg over the other, looking rather casual. "Honestly, I just wish I could go outside again. Being stuck in here is just... strange. And there's school and work, too..."
Carmela offers a sympathetic smile, "A dramatic change to your routine would definitely be jarring, in addition to everything else," she nods. "Is there anything else wrong? How have you been feeling? And your family?"
The Jynx crosses her arms, giving a little huff. "Honestly? I feel... fine. Really really different, obviously..." she blushes, "looking in the mirror still surprises me, and in the shower..." she clears her throat awkwardly. "I-I mean, well, you know. I'm not used to being shorter, and these shorter arms, and this pudge, and... being a woman."
"How do you feel about that, by the way?" The detective chances. "And while we're on the topic, for the sake of this questioning, how would you like me to refer to you?"
"Just call me a woman. It's not like I look like a dude anyway. And honestly I don't really want to... mess with this look to change that." Payton blushes, stroking some of her locks, a smile on her face. If anything she looked rather prideful. "Honestly, after the shock wore off, it's not like this body feels... wrong or bad or anything like that. It's... comfortable, just different and I'm not used to it yet, you know? I don't really... mind being a lady, and calling a Jynx Mister would feel kinda weird, so..." she trails off awkwardly.
"Alright." She smiles, taking out her notepad. "I imagine not being able to go out and stretch isn't helping you get used to it, either." She chuckles. "So, Miss Payton, does this feeling extend to the rest of your family? I recall you live with two brothers and your father, all of which were also transformed."
"Believe it or not, dad honestly was the first of all of us to get over it. But honestly, she was really chill before this mess anyway, so it's not like that was a surprise." She waves a hand, rolling her eyes. "Henry, my older bro, she got the worst of all this, probably. Cliff... I dunno about her, honestly I think she's just having fun playing up the whole little girl act. Mom's definitely spoiling her." She giggles.
"Your brothers, they were turned into Smoochum, correct? That this 'virus' could alter one's age as well..."
"Well it did. You could go look for yourself if you don't believe it."
"Aha, don't worry, I'm not a skeptic or anything. And I don't want to bother your family more than I already am." Carmela chuckled. "It's good to hear you are all comfortable. I assure you that as soon as we get a handle on the situation you'll be allowed outside and we'll do our best to give your lives some normalcy once again, even if we can't fix what's been done to you."
"What about the quarantine?" Payton frowns.
"From what I've gathered, you're all cleared from possibly spreading and turning others into Jynx." She reaches out a hand, touching Payton's. "It seems like it only spreads upon contact, and only to family members. We aren't quite sure how long it takes for the "contagious" aspects of this virus to go away, but I doubt you want to help test this by giving your distant relatives handshakes." She jokes.
"Yeah, no thanks..." Payton giggles a little, sipping her tea.
After a few moments, Carmela nods. "Now, could you tell me about that night?"
The Jynx woman looks down, frowning, looking thoughtful. She even hums a little. "What do you want to know first...?"
"If I recall, you say you were attacked, weren't you?"
"That's right..."
~~Downtown, Nalvia City. 2 Weeks Before~~
...That night, returning from his part time job. It was all so sudden. One moment he had split up from his coworker, the next that woman shouted something behind him.
What was it?
"Unification!"
!
Splat!
The strange toy gun the woman had pointed at him managed to fire after she fiddled with it for a while. Payton reacted on instinct, really, as he saw the large ball of purple sludge come at him, raising his hand and blocking the slime from hitting his face, a wet slap echoing through the lonely street as it made contact. The goop was cold, heavy, and rather sticky.
"What is this? Is this a prank?" Payton frowned, waving his arm as the slime stuck to his hand, dripping downward. His eyes turned towards the woman, only to realize she had already started running. "Hey, you!" He calls out. Shockingly despite her weird outfit she's apparently quite fast, practically sprinting towards the nearest alley.
Payton grunted in annoyance, balling his fists as he took a step forward, getting ready to run after the woman. He realizes then something odd; he couldn't feel the slimy weight of the goop on his hand anymore and could flex it normally, and in addition for some reason his hand felt... colder and weaker, a weird wet tingle travelling up his arm.
The woman ran away as Payton instead decided to focus on his hand, getting the feeling that this wasn't just some weird paintball prank after all.
But when he looked, he found that it wasn't his hand he was looking at. Certainly, it was attached to him, and moved at his command, but the hand itself was all wrong.
Delicate, long, slender fingers attached to a smaller palm, wrists thinner and smoother. Rather than his slight tan the hand was a dark, smooth purple free of blemishes and calluses, sparkling in how sleek and pure it was. "What in the world...!?" Payton whispered, unable to process what he was seeing. But it did not end there, no. The purple travelled up his arm, and to his disbelief he could see how the goop was somehow... changing it. Underneath the wave of purple slime his arm was shrinking, getting thinner and daintier, as if that weird paint was squeezing his limb down, yet he didn't feel any pain, just an odd tingle and a chill across his skin like he were dipping it in cold water or getting it massaged by ice gel.
"Guh! What's going on!?" Payton shouted, stumbling back as the purple continued crawling up his arm, swallowing up his elbow. There was no mistaking how weirdly feminine his right hand looked, and this goop was spreading! He turned his eyes to where the woman had run, and decided to chase after, ignoring the weird tingles going through his arm as he could feel it lighten and his muscles being swallowed up.
He enters the alleyway, but somehow there's no sign of the attacker. Despite her bright shiny outfit it's as if she had vanished, he couldn't even hear footsteps or anything of the sort.
"Urk...!" The large teen shuddered as a chill reached his neck. He looks at his arm and sees that the whole thing had slimmed down dramatically, every hint of muscle gone and leaving a slender, dainty arm behind. Even his shoulder wasn't spared, rounder and softer, completely mismatched with his other half. The wave of purple didn't seem like it wanted to spare his clothes either, considering it had crawled over the sleeve of his T-shirt. He couldn't even feel the fabric or anything underneath the purple, as if it was really and fully his skin.
That observation definitely scared him, considering what it had already done to him! He really didn't want to see where the rest of this was going, but he couldn't stop it either! "Urgh... okay, this is... real bad...!" he shudders, wiggling uncomfortably as his back meets the wall and he stares down as the slime splotches its way across his torso. He could feel it clinging and sticking, more of that weird cold feeling spreading wherever it touched.
He gasped, a very strange and alien feeling filling his chest as the goop there began to tingle strangely. The sensation of what could only be his body softening, pecs and muscle being altered entirely as this strange slime covered and merged with them. Already his large frame was getting smaller, his chest less broad and wide.
And then it became rounder.
"Wh-what...!?"
Payton's face tinted a notable red as he gazed downward. For the clear sight of a prominent bosom now greeted him on his chest. His pecs and muscles had been replaced by what could only be called breasts, notably hefty ones at that, the same deep purple as the rest of his changing 'skin'.
"This... what in..." the teen stared at his breasts. It didn't seem real, but he could definitely feel their weight and-oh, touching them, yes, he definitely felt that. The situation had gone from worrying to... very very strange and worrying. "Urgh...!" And also a bit uncomfortable, as he felt the slime wrap around his back and under his arm, a tight feeling emanating through his torso as if it were being squeezed into a corset, before the feeling went away. Had he lost some height? Yes, his frame had been squished down, upper body thinner and smaller. As the slime traveled down from his breasts to his stomach it seemed like his waist had even pitched in quite a bit.
The goop moves over his stomach and back, abs softening and loosening. Rather than muscle, it seemed like his body was taking on a more... soft, frame, to put it lightly, his tummy even looking a bit squishy all things considered.
He grimaced as his left shoulder popped, and now he could see the changes that had happened to his arm in reverse. He couldn't imagine how he'd go back to the site like this.
Beyond his arms, though, was the rest of his body. There was no doubt that he now had the torso of a woman, a rather curvy one at that. And the slime was crawling downwards rapidly. He gulped nervously as it swallowed up his hips and pants. Round and soft hips and a bubbly bottom made his curves more prominent, and as the goop swallowed up his pants instead of toned legs they left plump thighs in their place. The purple had also covered his crotch, although it was left strangely featureless and smooth at the moment, much like his bosom was.
Payton was taken out of watching his legs shift and his height diminish considerably when he felt that cold feeling start crawling up his neck. "Gah...!" he croaks out. Strangely, despite the way his throat was being squished into a thinner shape, he didn't feel any sort of discomfort beyond that weird ticklish chill. His voice also sounded... weirder, lighter, more melodic and silky. It was an attractive voice, certainly, but he didn't like that it was coming from him. "Oh no..." he shuddered in his new voice, dreading what was going to happen. "Not the face!"
Sadly, it did reach his face. The slime crawled over his chin and cheeks, and his square jaw softened and shrank, becoming smaller and pointed, his cheeks rounder and fuller. He shut his mouth as the goop travelled over hit but he could feel it inside anyway. It tasted a bit like medicine and ice cream, honestly. "Mmph... mmf... ah!" Payton gave a mix of a gasp and coo as suddenly his mouth was free of the goop... or more accurately, he had gained a new mouth in place of the old as the goop changed more of his face. "Whoa, this is..." he mumbled, a hand reaching to touch his lips. They had become larger, softer, more luscious. Definitely not the normal lips of a human, bright pink and ridiculously prominent.
"Eek...!" He wasn't given much time to investigate as the slime continued moving upwards. It swallows his nose, flattening it down until Payton couldn't see it anymore, and the transforming teen shuts his eyes as the slime coats over one, a weird tingle and an odd sense of freshness filling it before he finds it safe to open it, revealing a larger, purple iris and longer eyelashes with a sleeker shape that almost shouted flirty if it weren't looking so confused and panicked at the moment. Soon his other eye joined it, leaving his face completely altered and unrecognizable, sparkling with a beauty that seemed both human and not, as he reached up to touch it, feeling his cheeks and puckering his lips.
But the slime was not finished yet. Gathering at the top of his head and swallowing up his hair, the purple suddenly began to shift into a much lighter color. Payton wasn't sure what was going on aside from a weird tingle on his cranium. Yet when he looked upward to try and get a peak at whatever was happening...
FWOOMPH!
An explosion of long pale yellow strands. Huge blond locks filled his vision and a weight settled on his head. In contrast to his short dusty brown hair he had gained smooth, lighter hair that reached past his bottom and nearly past his thighs.
"O-oh, wow..." the transformed man stammered in awe and curiosity as he felt his locks. "This is way longer than mom's or Cecilia's..." he muttered.
That's when he realized. Was the change over!? He didn't feel any more tingles. Indeed, looking down, he couldn't help but smile in relief as it seemed like everything was finally done. Every bit of his body was purple, down to his bare feet!
...And that's when he realized a new issue.
"I-I'm naked!" The weird purple woman squeaked, covering herself up, her face flushing a darker purple as she looked around nervously. "Okay, Payton, you turned into a weird purple woman in the middle of the street... what now?" She muttered worriedly. She sighs, pouting. "Beyond anything I'd really like some clothes right now."
POP!
It had started with an odd shiny glitter that surrounded her, her hair raising and her eyes glowing with power. Payton felt... something. It wasn't warm. Actually, it felt rather cold, icy, yet it felt oddly soothing and right anyway, better than any comforting warmth.
A glow surrounded her body, and in surprise Payton lifted her arms away, raising them in the air as she stared down at herself, worried for what might happen to her next.
Imagine her surprise when a dress seemed to pop into existence around her. Primarily red fabric that she couldn't even begin to figure out the material of, with yellow circlets surrounding her bust and a matching belt. The dress reached past her knees, wider and flowing, and the woman stumbled on her feet for balance as she suddenly found them in matching red heels. Around her neck a yellow choker formed, and over her arms grey bracers took shape, starting just below her shoulders and ending at her wrists.
Payton stared down at her new outfit in wide-eyed shock, having no idea how to react. Well, that's not true. She couldn't help but poke around a bit and tug on her dress some. Was that a breeze? Honestly, she still felt cold, but it wasn't really unpleasant. "Okaaaay... not, what I was expecting..." she chanced, although with her new voice the awkward embarrassment of the situation didn't quite go through completely.
"Honestly, why so much cleavage? I don't think this is really my style..."
She blushes, shaking her head. "Forget this, I need to get home, maybe call the... oh, great, all my stuff was in my pockets!" She pouts, before shaking her head and stepping out of the alley, her heels clacking underneath her, nervously looking around the street for anyone that might see her before marching home with her head low.
"Mom's going to have a fit with all this..."
~~Parr Residence, Nalvia City~~
"So this woman wore a pink and blue suit, you say?" Carmela hummed, curious.
"That's right. A tight and shiny number, like some sort of spacey future suit. I thought she was in costume or something, honestly," Payton sighed, crossing her arms and leaning back.
"To think someone in such a bright and strange outfit could just vanish after doing the deed... not to mention the extreme unbelievable nature of the deed itself. Clearly there is more to this than just a strange woman with a toy gun running around turning people into Pokémorphs..."
"Pokémorphs?" The Jynx woman raised an eyebrow.
"Ah, that's what the League is considering calling those in your situation." The detective nods, smiling. "Pokémorphs. An unseen before combination of Human and Pokémon. What do you think?"
"Are you really asking me for my opinion on that?" Payton scoffs with a playful smirk, her eyes half-lidded.
Carmela chuckles. "Well, if you had any complaints, I would have been sure to forward them. But anywho, back to that night." She raised up her notepad. "After failing to find the culprit and getting dressed, you snuck your way back home. Convincing your father to let you in, while your mother called for help your brother touched you, and that's when you discovered the infectious nature of your transformation."
"And after that it sort of spiralled out of control and everyone was changed by the time the cops arrived..." Payton huffed, rubbing her head. "That's about everything."
"I see." The inspector frowns, looking over her notes. "You were a big help, Miss Payton, thank you."
"Was I? I don't really feel like I gave any kind of good info, though?"
"On the contrary, you've helped me prove and disprove a few theories I've had. That makes this trip worth it." She smiles. "Well, that and checking up on your family." With a nod she finishes the last of her tea and makes to get up. "I'll get out of your hair now."
"Wait," Payton stood up, frowning. "You said "those in my situation". How many people have been changed like I have?"
The woman purses her lips. "We've gotten quite a number of reports." She admits. "The higher ups have been trying to keep a tight lid on it until they found a good way to make the existence of Pokémorphs public without the region stirring itself up and going crazy over it." She sighs, pocketing her book.
"That's..." The Jynx morph shakes her head.
"...Do you know a Cecilia?" Carmela asked, suddenly
"My girlfriend. Haven't talked to her since all... this. They didn't want me calling anyone, since my voice and all..." Payton answered absentmindedly, motioning to her body. "...Wait, you don't mean-!?"
"A recent victim." The detective nods, frowning. "Truthfully, after discovering her relation to you, I wanted to see if I could find any evidence that the incidents were related, but now it just seems like pure coincidence..."
"Coincidence...? Wait, is Cecilia okay?!" Payton grabs the Detective's arms, looking up at her with worry in her eyes.
"She is as fine as she can be given the situation, I assure you," the detective states in a soothing voice, patting Payton's arm. "They're keeping... her and her family away until their Pokérus strain goes away and they're no longer contagious. After that I imagine they'll be sent home and placed in hiding like you."
Payton bit her lip, looking down.
"...It'll be fine, Miss Payton. Look, I'll arrange for them to ease up on your restrictions. Let you call each other. Beyond that, I'm sure you'll be able to see each other soon."
"They're lifting the quarantine?"
"Well, not now, but it's just a feeling I have," she gives a smile, reaching up and patting the Jynx on the head, "for now, I'll leave my card here. Contact me if anything happens."
"...Alright. Thank you, Detective." Payton seems to calm down, clasping her arms together over her stomach.
"Thank you for your help." Carmela nods, retrieving her umbrella as she reaches the door. "Don't worry, Miss Payton. I will bring the culprit to justice, I can promise you that."
Payton couldn't help but feel like she should believe the detective. Contrary to her easy going attitude, she sounded very determined as she left the Parr home, walking to her car.
...
...
Carmela parks her car down the road, sitting within as she took the time to gather herself. She looks into her rearview mirror, spotting her assistant looking at her with an obvious question in her eyes. She giggled. "It went well."
A pout, clearly wanting more details.
"Mm... the description of the suspect matches the others. A blonde woman in a pink and blue bodysuit. It's the 'same' culprit." She hums. "Or at least, one with the same appearance. What are the chances this woman could travel all across the region and cause multiple of these incidents on her own?" She shakes her head. "Even not accounting for the descriptions of a male with a similar appearance, it's clear that our little troublemakers are not alone. No, they have a backing. A very significant one, considering all they've been accomplishing, all while evading trouble."
Her arm is prodded at for more information!
"It's really rather curious. Everything about them seems to indicate being flashy. They want the attention, to have their activities be noticed. But the way they disappear, and keeping their attacks relatively low profile and easily hidden, not even bothering to take the credit... hmm... perhaps that's the point?" She puts a hand to her chin, leaning back. "The police and the Pokémon League are floundering over this increasing number of incidents and keeping the Pokémorphs hidden. They know there is a threat, that this is more than simply a virus, but cannot put any names to it, and don't know what to tell the public..."
She sighs as the poking stops. Instead, a dark grey little creature hops onto her lap. She chuckles, gingerly petting it.
"This lead went as I expected it to. The attacks weren't premeditated, simply just random citizens. Goodness, I can't get a good read on any sort of motive for our pink and blue "superheroes". As far as I can tell for now they simply just want to create Pokémorphs all across the region."
"Soooo...?"
"Mm, we really need to work on getting you to use your words, newbie." Carmela hums playfully. Quickly however, her expression becomes serious, "...I doubt the existence of Pokémorphs will remain hidden for much longer. Soon enough the bubble will pop. Maybe then our culprit will show their cards. Leazon's going to have to face the existence of Pokémorphs, somehow, sooner rather than later."
She looks outside her window, thoughtful.
"And hopefully, something good will come of it."
-End of Chapter 12-
-End of Interlude-
AN: And thus ends the Interlude, with Act 2 soon to follow. Hope you're looking forward to more Payton, and more Pokemorphs, because the Twins will be reaching Nalvia City soon and the meat of the story is coming in.
Be sure to check the Deviantart of either me or my collaborator Usaritsu to see art of Carmela and Payton, including a comic version of the transformation featured in this chapter.