'Politoed, freeze that Metapod with your Icy Wind!' Misty commanded.

'Poli Politoed!' the frog Pokemon shouted, just before he blasted his freezing breath towards the red cocoon. And so, the shiny Metapod he was battling turned into a Metapod popsicle.

'That was great, Politoed!' Misty shouted.

Her Pokemon started clapping his hands, like he often did. 'Politoed Politoed!'

Ryan, a rookie trainer who felt like he was amazing because he happened to have a shiny Metapod, returned the red Pokemon to his Poke Ball, burst out into tears and rushed towards the nearest Pokemon Centre.

A few minutes later, a teenager with semi-long black hair entered the gym.

'Hi Misty! Hi Politoed!'

'Hello Tracey!' Misty said.

'Politoed Politoed,' her Pokemon added to that. The frog was still outside of his Poke Ball.

'Is Daisy home?' the visitor asked.

'Yeah, she's upstairs, in her room,' Misty answered.

'Can I talk to you first?' Tracey asked. 'There is something I would like to discuss with you.'

'Sure,' Misty replied, just before they walked towards a bench next to the gym's swimming pool.

While Politoed jumped into the water to swim around with Horsea and Corsola, Tracey grabbed some Pokemon food out of his bag and fed the three aquatic Pokemon, which they gobbled up and finished in a few seconds.

'Misty, how are you doing?' Tracey asked.

'Do you want the socially acceptable answer or the honest answer?'

'The honest answer.'

'It's awful here!' Misty cried. 'I miss travelling... I miss my freedom... I miss Togetic... I wish I could leave...'

'I understand,' Tracey said.

Then, what appeared to be just Misty having teary eyes ended up becoming a waterfall of tears streaming down her face. 'My sisters promised me I would only have to fill in for them when they were on holiday. But when they came back, they told me I had to stay here, so they could be lazy. They dropped their responsibilities on me and didn't give me a choice. And now I'm stuck battling weak rookies and doing child labour...'

'Yeah... I love Daisy, but I hate Lily and Violet,' Tracey said. He and the blonde-haired Sensational Sister have been dating for six months now, but the other two sisters got on his nerves often with their selfishness and vanity. Daisy exhibited those traits as well, but to a lesser extent.

'I asked my sisters if they would be willing to let me go if they could appoint a replacement Gym Leader,' Misty said. 'But they don't want to. After all, another Gym Leader is never going to do all the chores by themselves. Another Gym Leader would never let themselves be bossed around by my sisters. Having me here is convenient to them, since I am pretty much their slave who has to do whatever they want...'

'I really wish I could help you,' Tracey said. 'I tried talking to Daisy about it, but she's just not willing to let you go. It's sad...'

'I miss Ash so much!' Misty cried.

'You love him, don't you?' Tracey asked.

'No, I don't!' Misty snapped. She always tried to hide her crush on the boy from Pallet Town, but she knew her unconvincing attempts to deny those feelings were futile.

'Misty, you need to stop denying your feelings,' Tracey said. 'Everybody knows how you feel about him. Brock knows, Team Rocket knows, Ash's mother knows, Professor Oak knows, your sisters know and I know. You can deny it all you want, but the more you try to hide it, the more obvious it is.'

'Tracey, if you say that I love Ash one more time, I'm gonna smack you on the head with my mallet!' she snapped. While threatening to hurt her friend, her face got just as red as a Magikarp.

Tracey knew Misty could be dangerous when she was angry. However, he enjoyed teasing her and was not able to resist doing so. 'Misty, you are not heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual, pansexual or asexual. You are Ashsexual!'

'POLITOED!' Her frog Pokemon burst out in laughter and started clapping for Tracey. Then, he told Misty that he agreed with Tracey. 'Politoed Politoed!'

'Misty, even your Politoed knows what's going on. Stop lying to everyone. Keeping up the denial is pointless!' Tracey argued.

'You're right...' she mumbled softly, hoping that her friend would not hear her.

But of course he heard what she said. 'I'm glad you're no longer denying the truth. I knew it all along. I knew it since the moment I met you and Ash on Tangelo Island!'

'But please don't tell Ash!' Misty begged. After all, she wanted to tell him herself when she was ready to do so. She wanted to wait until the boy was at least a little bit less dense, so he might actually understand what she meant if she tried to confess.

'Okay, I won't. I promise,' Tracey said.

'Thank you so much!'

'I think he will say yes if you ask him if he wants to be with you,' Tracey said. 'But it's up to you to do this.'

'Are you sure?' Misty asked.

'Well, when you wore a kimono, a bikini and that mermaid outfit, he stared at you like a perv. He was blushing like a horny Bellossom!' Tracey said.

'How do you know that?' Misty asked.

'I have my sources. Brock told me.'

'Are you sure he wasn't thinking about some other girl?' Misty asked. After all, what Professor Oak's assistant told her sounded too good to be true...

'Believe me, he's into you,' Tracey said. 'He is madly in love with you. He even carries a picture of you wearing a skimpy bikini in his wallet. One time when he visited Professor Oak and me, he was on the toilet for an awfully long time. When I had to take a piss, I walked towards the toilet and heard Ash screaming your name.'

'Really? Are you sure?' Misty asked.

'Yes. And his mother once told me he was doing the same at her house. He was saying your name while moaning!'

'That is amazing!' Misty cheered.

'Ash isn't straight, gay, bi, pan or ace. He is Mistysexual.'

Then, Misty's beloved frog Pokemon burst out in laughter again and clapped his hands. 'Politoed Politoed!'

Then, Tracey grabbed his sketchbook out of his backpack. He pulled a piece of paper out of it and handed it to Misty.

She saw an amazing, detailed drawing of herself and Ash wearing nothing but swimwear. On the drawing, one of his hands were resting on her bare lower back, as if he was petting her, while the other hand was on her rear end. Meanwhile, her arms were wrapped around his shirtless waist. And the best part? Her lips were planted on his. In the background, a beautiful sunset could be seen.

'Thank you so much, Tracey!' Misty said with a blush on her face.

'You're welcome. I knew you were feeling bad lately, so I wanted to do something nice to cheer you up!'

'That is so kind. You're a great friend! I'll put it in my room,' Misty said.

Then, Tracey went upstairs to shag his beloved Daisy. And so, while having to overhear their sex sounds, Misty started cleaning the battlefield. Politoed decided to help his trainer by using Water Gun to clean the platforms that were drifting in the watery battlefield.

'Politoed Toed!' Politoed said, telling Misty how much he loved the artwork Tracey made.

'I love it! Someday, Ash and I will do this in real life,' Misty said. 'When he is older, I'm sure he'll be less dense.'

'Toed?' Politoed asked, wanting to know how a relationship would be possible if Misty was unable to travel with Ash because she was stuck at the gym.

'It'll have to be a long distance relationship, I'm afraid. Or I would have to escape. I don't want the gym to get closed, but if my sisters won't let me go in the upcoming years, I might secretly appoint a replacement behind their back and escape. And then I'll join Ash again and tell him how I feel when I'm ready for that.'

'Politoed,' the frog said joyfully. Politoed was happy that his trainer was seriously considering to run away from the gym. He hated it when his trainer was sad. Luckily for him, Misty considered doing what would be vital for her mental health and happiness.

'I love you, Politoed! I'm glad you're on my side!'

'Toed! Politoed!' he responded, telling his trainer that he loved her.

Then, the green Pokemon suddenly burst out in laughter. 'Toed! Politoed Toed Toed!'

'What's so funny, Politoed?' Misty asked.

Politoed told Misty that he agreed with Tracey. The frog Pokemon insisted that Misty was not straight, gay, bi, pan or ace, but Ashsexual. 'Politoed Politoed!'