Ash was walking through a woods of a nearby city alone. Wedgehurst in Galar to be specific.
Pikachu and his other Pokemon were being healed at the Pokemon Centre after a close and fierce battle with a dude named Leon. So to wind down after the fact. Ash started to spend some time staring into a lake.
"That was really fun!" He said as he started to fondly remember remember that battle and how Pikachu barely beat the Charizard. Be began to wander around the forest, the Slumbering Weald, as the locals called it. He wondered why nobody came in here but quickly spotted something shiny in the corner of his eye and soon followed it.
He soon stumbled upon a small grotto near a lake as he looked forward and saw... a mirror? A large, clean, full bodied mirror with a silver design. In truth, Ash thought it looked like an antique.
But then he started to wonder, Why did somebody leave a perfectly good mirror out here near the lake, it'd probably be broken left out here.
Ash's eyes soon landed on a note, engraved on the mirrors bottom half that read 'Think of the first person you saw on the biggest day of your life.'
Ash soon thought back to the first day of his journey, the day he met Pikachu and remembered finding his mom in the kitchen, making breakfast before looking for his shoes to run to the professor's lab.
"Mom was the first person I saw that day, but why would a mirror have a note like that?" he said, thinking and pondering about it.
Soon enough, as if hearing his thoughts the mirror's glass began to light up and started shining a bright pink light out of itself. Ash had to cover his eyes as he reached out to touch it, "The heck is this thing doing!?" he yelled.
BOOM* The mirror suddenly blasted a ray of pink energy through Ash's arm and into his body. Causing him to fall backwards in surprise and falling onto the wet, dirt covered ground behind him. "Ow!" he yelled, landing his butt and not having the softest of landings. His pants wet and muddy he soon got back up, grasping his rear and still feeling a little bit of pain.
One he got up, he soon groaned. "What was that?" He noticed as a dim pink glow surrounding him.
"What's this pink light?" he asked, looking to see it covered him head to toe. Trying too feel it with his hand, but finding it unable to touch. "Weird."
Soon he noticed something on some of his fingertips. Looking closer finding them to be much paler than his arm, thumb and pinky, looking as if someone stained his skin in a way what replaced his tanned skin.
"Whu? Freaky..." he said, think he was disoriented as he shook his head to try and fix his eyesight, eyes kinda blurry. He opened his eyes again to see that his thumb and pinky had also become the pale peach color.
"Huh?" he said as he quickly pulled his glove up a bit. Seeing that it had the lighter color skin had grown up to his wrist and he started to panic. Why didn't it go away!
He touched his hand, feeling it much softer against his other hand which was rough from his travels, soon the color also slowly making its changing on his other hand starting at his fingertips.
"It spreads!?" he yelled in a panic, nothing like this happen ever before he felt, to say the least, scared at what was happening. He pulled his glove back down as his second hand paled to the wrist as well, his first one stopping for a bit as if waiting for his other hand to fully change.
Suddenly his hand begun to change shape, his palms becoming smaller and lost some childish fat, his fingers grew with longer and slimmer, making a sickening crack as his bones adjusted. His nails also grew out, changing into clean, shiny and pointy, covered by a bright pink layer of nail polish. Soon looking like the freshly manicured hands of a pale young woman. Not the hands of a tanned ten year old Pokemon Trainer.
He rubbed his one of his colored nails, trying to remove the layer of pink on it. Soon removing a sore finger after a few seconds, seeing that it didn't even smudge. Looking at his new nails, bending his longer fingers into his palm, made him thought worryingly and seconds later blurt out because of said worry. "Could I even hold a Pokeball properly with these."
"Why so these look so familiar?" Ash asked as he stared at his new nails and palms for longer as somehow, feeling they that looked familiar, almost like he had seen them a million times before. He couldn't explain why but they just have him some odd sense of déjà vu.
The new skin color soon started rising again down his arms, at a faster pace than before. Soon rising up his forearms and onto his elbows. Stopping as it began changing his arms as well, they smoothened, lengthened and slimmed down with his bones shrinking to make twig-like arms. His elbows also shrunk and became more manageable.
Before he could, react the tan on his what-would-be biceps and shoulders was now covered by the paler skin. Soon what ever muscle he had from traveling vanished from his arms, his arms becoming slim and slightly longer arms, also joining the twig atheistic his forearms had. Next was his shoulders, which shrink and went inwards, making his frame seem smaller. Soon he might have had longer arms in comparison, but now his body looked out of proportion.
He stretched his arms out, seeing them stretch and become slightly blurry when fully pointing forwards. He blinked and soon had some of his vision return, but not knowing it had worsened to the point where he wouldn't be able to see the other side of a league battlefield. "How is this happening." he said as he suddenly stubbed his toes on a tree root. Falling back again and grasping it them pain, his nails poking at his socks slightly.
He yanked his shoes and socks off to see the extent of the damage, soon seeing that a similar stain appeared on his feet. Seeing it he panicked and tried to shake it off. Yelling "Come off!" as it grew to the tips of his toes and up to above his ankles, skin also becoming smooth and pale like his arms.
A cracking sound could be heard as his feet shrunk a few sizes, being much more feminine and dainty as his smaller ankles made it easier to move around and point his toe like a ballerina. Speaking of toes, his toenails grew out to be cleaner and sharper like his fingernails. A shine covering them as they changed to the exact same pink as his fingernails.
He grabbed one of his big toes and tried to rub off the polish, gently grasping his foot, not by choice as he wanted to be firmer rubbing it slower as if his hands knew their new limits. Ending up polishing it making it slightly brighter. "Why are my nails pink?" he asked nobody aloud.
He quickly decided to stand up and do something, rolling his socks up so they would stay and tying his shoes their max to keep them on, the stains beginning to move out of sight and up to his knees. Ash pushed himself up, his hands stinging slightly as he got up until his calfs and knees were fully covered unknown to him. "There we go." he said as he stood up again.
Soon enough though, he stumbled as his shins and calfs lengthened and slimmed respectively, becoming like thin weak sticks, connecting with his feet perfectly. His knees also changed, soon becoming smaller and more maneuverable, to the point where his toes tips could touch his butt. He soon fell down again, scraping his new knee slightly, but it felt more like a Scizor had slashed it with a X-Scissor. He held it his hands and groaned a "Gaouch! Why'd that hurt so much!" out.
Soon he pulled up his trouser leg to see the damage only to see... nothing. Not even a scratch had been inflicted on his paler skin, which was climbing up his thighs, yet he pain felt like it was much, MUCH, worse than a scrape. "Huh? Where's the scratch?" he said, wanting to know what happened.
He pulled it the leg down, only reaching down to his mid calf, to see a dirty stain on his its knee. Which somehow hadn't effected his skin or made it dirty, unbeknownst to him it had happened twice before too, when he fell on his butt and fell those two times. The stain on his clothes for some reason was really bugging him now.
His legs eventually became pale up to his thighs, they began to grow slightly as his thighs became thicker, losing all muscle but gaining some lost fat back in his new womanly thighs which tore his jeans slightly.
Ash saw this and soon got up, slowly by his new legs, as if only ever getting up that way before. "My legs!" he yelled as he saw that his pants tore a bit, subconsciously annoying him for reasons he didn't know.
Soon fat also started to reform his hips, not making them fat though, as they grew outwards becoming wider and child-bearing, looking much more feminine and tearing his pants even more. "What the?!" he yells as his clothes felt much tighter on his thighs and hips due to there different size.
He irrationally decides to wear just his boxers, deciding it better than with his pants being so tight on him, however his plans were almost immediately foiled by his larger, round and feminine hips. Making the clothes stay on due to the tears "Dang it, stupid clothes!"
Due to his pants being stretched out he saw that the color of privates was now changing as well. He realizes what's about to happen and yells out "N-no... NO!"
Soon, a quiet *pop* can be heard as Ash looks for a double check... and soon sees that he's no longer a boy, tears begin to form in his eyes. "I'm... a girl? But... girls can't be Pokemon Masters, right" he said before shaking his head, realizing that Cynthia and Diantha were champions.
He get's up with a renewed spirit as he notices from his arms and legs, that he was probably turning into an adult woman... a feminine one at that if his nails were anything to go by.
Soon she starts to worry and holds her arms together, frowning as she said "What if Pikachu doesn't remember me? What if I need to start over as a trainer? Will I still be allowed my Pokemon?!"
He soon shakes his head and stops holding his arms together. "Why am I thinking of myself as a she!?, I'm still a boy inside." he said, not hearing the slight waver in his voice.
Before he could think more in depth about it he gets distracted by a tingling in his butt, that felt a bit painful due to his pants' tightness... yet good at the same time? his rear began ballooning out, becoming much bigger and rounder almost like somebody was pumping it up with air. It soon became so large that his boxers began to rip slightly. Not to mentioned the nearly ripped back of his jeans.
Due to not being adjusted to the sudden weight on his behind, Ash fell over and onto his butt, yet oddly the fall didn't hurt. It almost felt that his butt being bigger and softer made it feel like a pillow to sit on. "Why is this happening?" he groaned at finding his softer and admittedly more comfortable to sit on butt.
Soon he had a thought... what was the thing that started to change. It was the pink light from the mirror! That was the reason why he was a girl from his shoulders and hips down. He reached for his jean pickets for a Pokeball...
Before realizing that he had left all of his Pokemon at the Pokemon Center, he didn't bring a single one with him. He soon looks to his side and saw a decently large stick, and gently picking it up, finding it to be much heavier than he thought and internally groaning for his nails for some odd reason.
He got up and began to charge at the mirror, and by charge I mean carefully and clumsily walk in his old body's walk towards the still glowing mirror that had been resting on a tree, somehow holding the stick in his thin arms, feeling more like a log than a stick to him.
He got to the mirror and his skinny arms swung with all the might they had but even if it didn't rebound off of the magical aura it engulfed itself in, flying out of Ash's dainty hands in the process. It still probably wouldn't have left a dent.
Growling out a "Aww, come on! That's not fair!" before suddenly a sharp pain hit his stomach, and it wasn't hunger that's for sure. Having a feeling the changes had began again he lifted up his shirt to see his stomach, waist and lower back was already without his now less prominent tan.
Groaning in pain, his waist began to inch inwards, soon becoming thinner and flatter, it almost looked like you could balance a ball on it, as well as his belly button retreating into his stomach, making both his waist and belly much cuter than a few seconds ago.
He soon bent forward and felt sick, little did he know is as his internal organs shifting around to make new female reproductive organs. After a short while he felt able to move again, finding his back to have at arched backwards, poking his butt and chest out. Only one bouncing... for now at least.
"Stop that!" he yells but couldn't change his back to stand like he used to. He soon looked down to see that his skin was now pale up to the top of his neck. His chest started to tingle, knowing what was next, he whimpered "No..."
His neck quickly thinned and became skinnier like his arms as the tingling worsened. "Oh no... don't." Ash whimpered out before a few seconds later, large DD-cup breasts suddenly burst up from his shrinking rib-cage, bouncing as they stopped growing, ripping his shirt and jacket enough to give a fairly large area of showing his new chest, even under two torn layers of clothing. As they were forming Ash blushed and moaned involuntarily, was he... liking this?
He shook his head, why would he like this! The mirror was turning him into a adult woman and were adults even allowed to go on journeys, especially ones with this much of a chest!? "Wait... where did that come from!" he yelled at his thoughts. While his head shook, his breasts bounced with the movement.
Suddenly, an idea popped into his head as he looked towards the blurry building he saw through the trees. "I-I can get help from the folks over in town, they might know how to fix this. And I'll be able to get Pikachu and my other Pokemon and maybe I can change into something that fits." he said as he didn't notice he said the third one
He soon began to daintily walk towards the exit, due to not being able to run without his breasts bouncing to his face. He walked with a new style, chest bouncing slightly, hips and butt swaying, hands on his hips and feet going in front of one another while he walked. Almost like he always walked that way.
He realized that and stopped glaring down at his feminine body and shouted "Stop that!" angrily at it. He tried to walk like he used to but it was no use, his body was moving back to the new style of walking every time he tried not to. It was like all of his muscle memory had changed, it was weird and stupid but he accepted it rather quickly, not like he had a choice at the moment.
"Come on, I have to get out of here, or else I might be a lady forever!" he yelled in panic, not being able to run ahead made him feel slower and weaker! What if a Mankey took his hat again, he wouldn't be able to catch up!
Going at a slower pace made Ash look more at his surroundings and he realized that something was off, he was moving but he swore he passed that tree before and that log looked familiar to him. He decided to look out for the stump a trainer's Scizor cut up. He walked past it once... and a few minutes later, he saw it again... very out of breath as his more feminine body couldn't handle walking for half an hour without feeling tired.
"I... knew that I... passed that stump... before.." he panted as he saw down on it. How could he journey with a body like this! And more importantly why couldn't he leave! He realized in sudden horror what was causing him to stay. The mirror!
He, after resting for five minutes, began to walk back to the small lake where the mirror was, wanting to angrily run but it ended up making his new walk look more pronounced and sassier.
Within seconds he arrived back at the lake, shocked due to walking for half an hour before. "But, I'm sure it was further back!" Ash yelled, tears of frustration falling out as he glared at the mirror.
As he glared he saw that the only thing unchanged was his head. He expected his face to change next, but the mirror had a different card up it's sleeve.
He felt a tingling on his hands and looked down only to see his red and black gloves turn dark black and turn to dust, blowing away to the wind like ash, allowing his new womanly hands to reign free.
"Gah! My gloves!" he shouted as he ran a finger to his palm, seeing that there was no trace of the hand accessories. He groaned as he realized that the mirror was changing his clothes!
Soon enough, his chest began to feel... off. He looks down to see that a white and frilly bra was forming on his chest, it starts with the cups forming around the bottom of his breasts until the straps slithers out behind his shoulders and connects around his back. Giving them the much needed support he needed with his chest.
After starting to keep his breasts in place, Ash sighed slightly. "Well, at least they won't fly everywhere now." he reasoned it as an embarrassing yet not negative change for now.
His underwear soon began to shift, Ash saw his boxers slim down and pale to the point of becoming the same white and frilly design as his bra. going up his butt and and adjusting to his new privates comfortably.
"Oooah!" she moaned as she blushed, now knowing she was wearing woman's underwear, "Why is this so comfortable." she managed out, why were these clothes softer and better than her old ones? And why did they feel more liberating without the gloves?
He shook his head again! Why was he calling himself a she! He was a boy on the inside! How could he be comfortable with this! He didn't want to be some girly woman!
As an act of defiance against his new form, Ash tried to rip the bra off of his chest! He pulled and he tugged as hard as his dainty hands could but the bra wouldn't come off no matter how hard he pulled them!
"Why! Won't! They! Come! Off!" he yelled as his arms began to strain, weakly falling to his side's as they ran out of energy.
He looked down and saw that his socks were turning to the same black as his gloves, blowing away with the wind and exposing his feet to the uncomfortable bottoms of his shoes. "Aww, come on!" he groaned as they vanished and made him shuffle slightly in his shoes.
His discomfort didn't last long, whether it was fortunate or not, his shoes soon began to have the tongues to shrink inwards, pulling the rest of his shoe inwards and leaving his petite ankles exposed, the colors started to turn exclusively bright green, his footwear raised up, becoming much harder than his trainers, and shrunk to fit more of his smaller feet, becoming small, comfortable, toe-less, heeled sandals.
Even if minor, Ash was not adjusted to standing in heels and flailed around for a few seconds before her feet started to stand in them as if they always had been in heels of any kind. "At least I didn't fall over..." Ash sighed, trying to look at the positives he could grasp.
He couldn't help but feel like with his new sandals that he looked much more familliar to him, even with the feminine body he now had now he knew he had seen those sandals somewhere before...
Those thoughts didn't stay in his mind for long however, as his jeans began to feel... leathery? He looked down and saw his jeans began to fuse together and recede up to his knees and change to a light blue color, leaving his longer gorgeous calfs free.
Ash stared down in disbelief, he was wearing a tight, blue, leathery, knee-length skirt. He felt restricted yet revealed more so than comfortable as a gust of wind made him shudder when it went up his legs. "C-Cold..." he chattered
He started to look down and realized the most shocking thing about all of this, the sandals, the skirt, the skin, the nails... they were just like his Mom's!
"I'm not becoming just some random lady... I'm becoming Mom?!" Ash yelled out in indignation, wanting to stay himself he definitely tried to rip his now clean and fresh skirt off, but it wouldn't even tear!
His shirt was next to change, becoming a creamish yellow instead of black and made out of a thinner, softer material than his old one and much tighter again his breasts "But I like being me! I don't wanna be Mom!" he yelled with tears flowing out slightly
Realising what would happen next, Ash tried to take his jacket and hat off, his jacket wouldn't budge due to his new breasts but he was able to quickly take his hat off, believing it to be safe.
He looks down to see his jacket thin slightly, coats shrinking slightly, getting lower at the top and having a triangular hole at the bottom to show off his shirt and turn from blue and white to a bright pink, the zip turning into a dark pink button, now being more like a tight cardigan than a loose jacket.
Looking down, Ash saw that he was his mom from the neck down, except if his mom had known larger breasts and butt, he didn't know how to feel but currently he felt... frightened yet attracted, she wouldn't be able to journey anymore probably... but was that going to be bad for her?
Wait...why would he know his mother's breasts and rear weren't this big?! He doesn't and shouldn't pay attention to stuff like that!? This was his Mom he was thinking about! He shook his head to vanish the thoughts as his face began to get covered in the pale skin.
He saw it spread up his nose and panicked "No!" he cried as the pale skin had gotten rid of any trace of a tan on his face and even under his hair, despite not being visible, and some of his eyebrow hair fell out, leaving black arches on his face.
He looked into the still glowing mirror and saw what looked like his mother with different facial features, birthmarks, eye colour and hair. "H-How did this happen?!" Ash asked in shock, pinching his cheek to check that this was real...
Ash flinched as he felt a small sting on his pinched cheek. He thought about his question and remembered what the mirror had engraved on the bottom "Think of the first person you saw on the biggest day of your life!" he exclaimed as he now knew he was being transformed by a simple answer!
Before he can try anything else his black hair growth smoother and longer, losing the short spiky bush in favour of low-back length hair, being the same length as his mom's when unstyled.
He feels his hair grow and suddenly perked up "M-Maybe if I think of me, I'll turn back!" he said feebly, thinking that this would one hundred percent work.
He took a deep, calming breath and thinks... as long as he thought as kind and sweet as his dear mother he cou- No! He shakes his hair again, black hair hitting her face, what was wrong with her, Don't think like herse- he meant his mom, think like Ash Ketchum not Delia Ketchum!
But she was no Pokemon Trainer though... was she? She swore she was something else, but what could be? She opened her eyes slightly and saw her black hair and presumably eyebrows slowly lose the black at the roots and fades into auburn-brown, like some sort magical hair dye was put in her hair, it was just like her mother's? But... wasn't her hair always this colour?
He shook his head again, what was he thinking! He was a Pokemon Trainer! He always had black, short and spiky hair! His hair was not brown, long and silky hair normally!
As he opened his eyes, he saw his hat floating in front of him! "W-Wait! I thought it wasn't changing!" He pathetically yelled with anger, that had was his all throughout the Kalos region and his semi-final loss! The hat slowly turned to the same black as his gloves and socks... and blew away like ashes in the wind...
Tears started to fall out as the hat was suddenly replaced by a blue, elastic hair toggle, wrapping around his hairs and now being styled into a low, fashionable ponytail, bangs falling forward and framing is boyish face nicely, meanwhile a couple of strand on his head pointed up slightly, sort of like two ahoge, her hair in the same style as her mother.
He held his longer hair in his hands, only now noticing his hand were on his curvy sides, feeling it to be much softer and smoother than it was before, it also felt cleaner and fluffier as he smelt the hair almost out of reflex, smelling a mix of his mom's favourite flowery shampoo and her hairspray.
Ash held the hair in her hand, it was just like her mom's in feel, look and smell and made her smile lightly, it was almost like her mother was right here beside her!
Ash shook his head yet again, yelling out angrily, "I'm a he, not a her!" in annoyance he looked in the mirror and saw the next part of him change, face tingling as it began...
Hair began to fall from his eyebrows, almost as if being pulled out by some tweezers, shaping to thin feminine arches. Ash groaned as he ran a finger over the arches and childishly whined out. "Even my eyebrows?!"
He looked into the mirror and saw his eyes, his chocolate brown eyes brightening and changing hue, becoming an amber shade, his eyes widened slightly and eyebrows growing outwards, now being lush and thick and almost reaching his eyelids. His eyes also blurred even more, his eyes probably couldn't see ten feet in front of him.
Ash rubbed his soft eyelids, trying to get rid of the blur in his eyes and opened them to see the clear foreground yet still blurry background was still there! "How am I supposed to see right now!" he asked aloud.
When he looked back in the mirror he saw his lightning-bolt shaped birthmarks begin to fade away, his cheekbones rising up and looking much more feminine, soon becoming womanly, smooth and clear cheeks. His nose also shrunk inwards, becoming small and button-like.
Ash ran a finger from his nose to his his right cheek, left hand on his waist unconsciously as he blurted out a sudden thought "I-I'm cute?" He shook his head once again, gentler though, what was making him think like that!?
Before anything else could happen, his entire head shrunk slightly, now fitting his frame more and his jaw snapped slightly, his jaw shrinking and he realised that with his new head and body, he probably couldn't eat as much or as fast as before!
He felt a sharp pain in his ear suddenly, reaching up to his with his shaky girly hand he touched them and found them smaller, but what was the most shocking were the small holes in his earlobes, like they had been pierced by something.
Out of nowhere, his teeth began to change as well, becoming smaller, brighter, shaped and all in a straight line, as if held together by invisible braces. His lips, as if reacting to his teeth, puffed up and became more plump and kissable, quickly being covered by a thin shiny lipgloss that tasted like strawberries.
Looking in the mirror, Ash opened his mouth and saw the two rows of pearly white female adult teeth, hearing a slightly squeak as one of his fingers touched it "I never knew mom's teeth were this clean..." he quietly says as he takes his finger out and runs a smaller tounge over his lips, shivering as he tasted the taste.
Suddenly and he didn't know if it was a instinct or the mirror sending him signals but... he felt his insides were changing as well and changing it all; blood, bones, spit, sweat, organs and more... it was clear to him, they were all changing to like his mother's, like the mirror wanted to replace Ash Ketchum for Delia Ketchum.
Knowing it to be the only part of his old self, Ash grabbed his throat and felt if his Adam's Apple was still there, it was and he whimpered "Please, no more..."
But, it seems it wasn't meant to last as his throat began to tingle and he started to cough, his apple began to shrink as he cried through the coughs "No! Please! I don't wanna be Mom!" His voice began to sound more feminine, mature, higher and sweeter, physically, Ash Ketchum was no more...
Ash gasped as he stopped coughing, that voice! It was just like his mom's! The mirror flew down and let him see his new body, from the brown hair, to the manicured nails, to the pink jacket to the green sandals, the person staring back at him was Delia Ketchum...
Tears began to fall properly on his higher cheeks, realising that nobody would believe he was 'Ash' and even if he got a new ID, who knows if his achievements or Pokemon could stay with him!
While looking into the mirror, Ash hadn't even notice how his legs were directly against eachother and his hands were daintily joined in front of his new womanhood. Staring into his wider, tear filled eyes in shock "I... I look just like Mom..."
For the first time, Ash was genuinely scared as he looked down, his new shirt and jacket covering him yet letting a small bit of cleavage out, the skirt perfectly fitting over his paler legs and the sandals hugging his feet softly, almost as if they were tailor made for his new body!
His eyes shifted up as the mirror began glowing slightly and rattling too! A second pink beam suddenly shot right between his eyeballs, almost as if flying to the back of his head through them, making him fall down onto his rear yet again, slightly dazed "W-What was that for?"
As he bent down on his knees, a sudden wave of thoughts, skills and memories came flooding into his mind, not replacing any but more like adding to them. Cooking, meals, food and how to make it, how to season, how to serve it and even what spoon to use for soup, those were the thoughts that entered his dizzy mind.
Ash remembered some knew details like learning how to cook when younger and he started to think he didn't need rely on Cilan or Brock as much for food, finding them less useful to him and while his original memories stayed the same, he was also confused, why did he know this much about making foods and soup spoons, he usually ate the food not made it!
Before anything was said, another wave of thoughts rushed through his mind, adding and extending his skill set as it went through his mind. Gardens, compost, gloves, shovels, flowers, vegetables, how to trim bushes and how to properly provide for a plant.
Yet again more details were added to his head, when would he have time for something like gardening? And why did he feel like he could have made some herbs and had even less use for the cooks, when would he plant while traveling?!
Yet again, a wave of skills flew through him, further expanding his knowledge and skill. Threads, needles, sewing, patterns, cloth, knitting, wool, yarn, colour pallets and the like.
Ash, still being dizzy, sucked the information up like a dry sponge but couldn't help but feel both that Brock and Cilan were less helpful than ever and that he wasn't sure when or if he even learned this stuff.
The next wave came by as Ash began to feel less dizzy, still unable to do anything but groan but regaining some focus. Thoughts of vacuuming, dusting, polishing, brooming, clothes washing, ironing, folding and organising came flooding in.
Now gaining the state of mind to speak, Ash quietly started to murmur out things like "Why do I need to know how to knit?" and "When will ironing be useful on my journey"
The fifth wave hit like a truck, knowledge seeping into Ash's mind as his knowledge increased yet again. Ingredients, groceries, hats, shoes, clothes, prices, discounts, sales, money, paying and more to do with shopping went into his brain.
Ash soon lost the dizziness he had and stood up again, wobbly and confused "What the heck, why do I know this stuff?!" he asked in confusion.
Amongst his confusion, he began to think for once, was being a Pokemon Master the right path for him, sure he's an accomplished trainer and Alolan League Winner... but what happened once he hit his goal or even before he hit it, what could her real dream be?
With this new knowledge maybe she could go to Celadon and help Erica, or maybe assist Misty's sisters at their gym due to their inability to clean, or maybe work in a store at the Saffron Market... but none of those sounded right to her...
She didn't know why but she had the sudden urge to stay in one place as a job... but did that mean she wanted to be a butl-maid, a maid sounded closer but something more close to home... sorta like... a mom or a wife...
"Wait, wife!?" he asked in shock at his own thought. "First off, I like girls and secondly, even after being a Pokemon Master I'll still travel, I'm destined to become one!"
He realised the mirror was trying to turn him into his mom mentally but he decided to fight it. "I will be a Pokemon Master, and these skills, I can just try and find uses for them on my journey!" He yelled defiantly as the mirror snuck up behind him.
Ash looked behind as he was blasted by yet another beam, this time staying upright and not as dizzy, able to speak but unable to move his new body at all except for the automatic breathing and blinking the body always did.
He felt yet another wave of thoughts go through him but they seemed, for lack of a better word, girlier. Thoughts of heels, panties, bras, skirts, dresses, jewelry, earrings, accessories and the such came flooding into his brain.
"I don't need to know about this!" Ash yelled as he didn't notice but thoughts of his new body in many kinds of outfits gave him some kind of blissful feeling...
A seventh wave ran through him as thoughts of makeup to match the outfits went through; how to blend colours, what to wear with what, different brands, lipgloss tastes, how much to use on a look and even the names of them all.
He once again yelled out, slightly wavering as he yelled "I don't need to know what bronzer is for a journey!" Nor did he need to know about things like spa-treatments, perfume, salons, nail and skincare and the like...
He smirked slightly, no matter how much knowledge the mirror gave his pretty head, there's now way he'd give up the dream he's had for his whole life!
Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on who you asked, his confidence wavered as thoughts of supposed more importance that being a 'Pokemon Master' glided through his mind; upkeeping the garden at home, learning and making new recipes, keeping the house spotless, keeping his clothes in top condition and even making new ones as well as making sure to get the best sales at the market.
Ash, unable to resist agreeing they were important, shook his head, the ideas remaining. "E-Even if those things are important... I cannot give up on my dream!" He yelled out with a renewed fire in his eyes.
Before the final starter wave his him as thoughts of being a loving wife to a man went in, thoughts like how cute, hot, tough, strong, sexy and loving a husband would be to have.
Before widening his eyes in horror, guys!? He like girls! He was still a guy inside, no matter how much would happen to him, there's no way in the distortion realm he would like guys... right?
He shook his head and tried to growl out "H-Hey! I like girls! Not boys!" it sounded much more like a purr than a growl, not to mention his mom's voice not being all that scary, but more stern.
Unsurprisingly, another wave hit him, this time it was solidifying that it was okay to like girly clothes, wear makeup, go to salons, to buy perfume, and to even prefer the colour pink over any other!
Ash smiled slightly as he began to accept this now, being firmly planted inside of his mind. "I can still do all the outfit hunting I so choose in the cities, after all, they are the main place on my journey" she said jovially.
Ash hadn't even noticed how she began to referring to herself, her girl travel companions as semi-daughters and Max and Bonnie as the little ones. She didn't even notice her more advanced Pokemon knowledge and battle skills get locked away with most of her other memories of 'Ash'
Ash smiled as she began to have a final influx of shifting feelings and emotions. Now beginning to think of any girls she met as a 'Gal Pal' and how she missed so many opportunities for a possible love interest but was so focuses on her useless old dream of becoming a 'Pokemon Master'
Her mind shifting even more to align with a new dream, to take care of her house and garden until she met a boyfriend and future husband, any perhaps becoming a mother while at it, but no respectable woman would call themselves as 'Ash', she'd have to choose a different name.
"Ash...? Oh don't be silly that name doesn't fit me anymore. Not even 'Ashley' would do for a woman like me, it reminds me too much of my old self. I am simply Delia, nothing more and nothing less!" she said as she mentally looked down apon her old self, what even was a Pokemon Master?
But before anything else, she realised the state of her home when she had left and looked horrified, "Oh my goodness, I must clean up right away, much more important than say, battling or training!" she said as she began to daintily and femininly walk away
She was thankful to the mirror for helping her to see the error of her ways, being Ash was nothing compared to being Delia, glad at how she now talked, walked, acted and thought... just like she should... and just as her once-mother-now-self should!
If the mirror could smile it would as it saw the woman leave, it had corrected the endless path of Ash Ketchum to the satisfying and girly one of Delia Ketchum, it gladly watched as the woman was whisked away, back to her home... where Delia truly belonged...