Aaaaand the
big-time musical star returns fresh from the dressing rooms after an
interesting conversation with Mia. She put me in this mood – blame her.
Note:
They're in each others bodies now, so whenever I say: "Ash said" it means that
Ash in Misty's body is saying it, not Misty in Ash's body.
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Heart & Soul
Part Five: Anything You Can Do… I Can Go One
Better!
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Misty
tugged 'herself' up for the fourth time down the short corridor.
"Jeez
Ash, they're stilettos, not anti-gravity boots!" she tried to screech in her new deep voice at
the scowling redhead.
"I'm not
used to it," Ash
growled. "There's the heels to deal with, and this long hair getting in my
face, things bumping up and down, and these tights are totally riding up!"
"I'd hit
you," Misty
murmured in reply as she looked cautiously around the empty corridor. "But I
don't wanna mark my beautiful face." Ash stuck his tongue out as he rolled
his eyes, but refrained from commenting as a large group of League officials
ambled past.
"Oh, Mr Ketchum?"
piped up one from
behind a bushy moustache.
"Yes?" answered Ash, before feeling a cold
chill rush over him, shutting him up
"Uh,
y-yes?" stammered
Misty, smiling through clenched lips at the official, who regarded her
strangely.
"I was
wondering if you could give me a brief outline of your speech today?" Misty paled.
"I- er,
that is I- I'm afraid that ah, that's… classified information," she babbled, shooting looks to the
haughty 'girl' beside her.
"Maybe I
can help," sounded
Ash suddenly, lowering his girlish voice to a seductive tone. Misty shot him a
glare. "I'm Misty Waterflower – Ash's personal assistant. His speech is
going to be on the construction on the north-west section of the Safari Park.
He has reason to believe that a herd of Kangaskhan does are currently in their
'pregnancy hibernation' there, and mustn't be disturbed."
"Thank
you, miss," purred
the old man, reaching out and kissing Ash's hand. Misty watched in shock, as
Ash in her body moved his leg so her respectable skirt suit rode up, and
simpered as the lecherous old man drooled all over his hand.
"I'm in
room 25," Ash said
suddenly, loud enough for everyone in the corridor to hear. "Maybe we can
continue our… discussion… later tonight, huh?" The old man's eyes widened,
as he nodded and babbled in a way that reminded Misty of a younger Brock. He
then acquired a nosebleed, and excused himself, leaving a fuming Misty and a
smirking Ash alone in the corridor once more.
"I hate
you," spat Misty,
folding her arms against her broad chest. "Now everyone is this hotel is
going to think I'm some kinda easy hooker!"
"Oh,
don't you want them to know? My mistake," feigned Ash, trying to keep the grin off his
face.
"Stay
the hell away from me Ketchum," spat Misty, as she began to stride furiously down the hall.
"Don't
look in the mirror then!" called Ash as she moved further away from him, and she clenched her
fists in anger.
Now again
unbeknownst to them, Brock and Tracey stood dismally in the corridor.
"Is it
possible for angels to have headaches?" whined Tracey.
"Okay you go with her, I'll go with him," sighed
Brock. "No wait, you go with him now, and I go with
the her… cos Ash is a her… or is he a he? Or do we swap people entirely now?"
"And the source of my headache is you" snapped
Tracey, as he pushed a confused Brock in the direction Ash was ambling, winking
at every male he saw and wiggling his hips.
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Ash sat in the tartiest thing he could find in Clair's wardrobe, on a
table full of drooling men. He found flirting with men hilarious – but never
paused to wonder if that was how he acted when a girl flirted with him. He was
startled from his reverie by a chorus of whoops and catcalls.
"What's up?" he asked Morty.
"The Pokémon Master's streaking!" the GymLeader replied, nervously biting his
lip. Ash's eyes momentarily fluttered closed.
Misty sauntered in, completely calm and completely naked, followed by a
chain of besotted and bemused women. Ash raised to meet her, blushing horribly,
as it was his body on show to all the Pokémon elites
in the world here.
"M-Ash! What do you think you're doing?"
"Calm down, Misty," Misty
smirked. "There's nothing to be excited about. No
really, look at how small it is – nothing at all to get excited about."
A levitating and unseen Brock was laughing so hard, if it had been
possible to wet his pants, he would have.
Ash set his teeth and growled as all the females in the room began to
giggle, and the men to arch their eyebrows.
"Oh yeah?" he retorted, reaching
for the zip to the tight leather top he was wearing. A few manoeuvres later,
and he was standing there in a leather miniskirt and standard white and lacy
bra. There were assorted calls of 'wayhey' and the like from the male occupants
of the room, but Misty shrugged off the resulting light blush quickly.
"Nice tits Misty," she bluffed, staring
him straight in the eyes. He smirked back.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet," he
grinned, as he struggled with the metal clip at the back of the bra, before it
fluttered to the floor. Misty closed her eyes momentarily in horror.
"This is the best Elite convention ever!" whooped a
delighted Rudy. Ash on the other hand, was staring down at 'himself' in horror.
"Woah…" he breathed. "These seemed smaller in that yellow tank top thing…"
"Okay, show's over folks!" babbled
Misty, grabbing the entranced Ash by the shoulders and pushing them out of the
room, to a hearty round of applause.
"Truce?" she asked, as she
roughly clipped her bra back onto Ash, as they made a dash to the lift.
"On the nudity thing," Ash
replied, tossing the leather top to Misty, so she could hide his crotch.
"Kay," Misty replied as she
surveyed the top with distain. "Lemme guess – either Clair's or
Courtney's?"
"Clair's," Ash answered, as they
stepped into the lift. "Hey, Misty?" Misty's
finger halted in front of the button. "It's not… that
small is it?" Misty sighed heavily, and jabbed the button to take
her up to her floor.
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"Hey!" literally barked a
voice, as Tracey and Brock sat up in alarm. Misty was laying on her stomach on
the large bed watching a Ranma ½ movie (for tips) on the hotel room television,
and Ash was downstairs at Reception, trying to see if 'Misty Waterflower' could
swap to the room adjoining 'Ashton Ketchum's'.
A slender, purple paw beckoned from the adjoining en suite, and
cautiously, the two angels floated over. Catalia-the-Espeon surveyed them a
second, before jumping up to balance on the sink so she was more eye level.
"Catalia! What are you doing here?" asked
Tracey.
"Have divinity, will travel," the sleek
Psychic Pokémon shrugged. I'm not pleased with
the use of Brock's miracle, and I made it void, which is why they can't see you
anymore. Luckily, no one higher than me found out."
"I thought God could see everything?" Brock
asked curiously. Catalia made a scoffing sound.
"Yeah,
yeah, point taken," murmured
Tracey.
"They've
seen each others bits at least?" pointed out Brock, hopefully, before being silenced by two condescending
looks.
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"Aaaaaaaaash!"
Misty pounded on
the door. "I don't remember giving you permission to have a bath in my
body!" Ash whimpered from behind the locked door.
"Believe
me, it was necessary..."
"What –
did – you – do!?" she
yelled, pounding the door on each word. There was a mumble from inside. "Whaaaaat?"
"I peed
on myself…"
"You
WHAT? How the HELL did that happen?"
"I tried
to go standing up…"
Misty gave
an exasperated sigh, and flopped back onto the bed, staring sadly at her hairy
knuckles. I haaaaaaate this body, she whined to herself. I hate being in it.
It's dirty, and smelly, and clumsy… and I hate Ash being in MY body even more.
Of all the
people I had to be body-swapped with… the one person I swore I'd never speak to
again without the use of a swearword.
Okay, Brock
and Tracey… the floating angels… had said that she and Ash …the guy she now
hated but used to be best friends with… had to work out why they had to stay
together. She would have thought it was a dream, but she knew from movie
experience that whenever the heroine thinks that it's a dream – it's not.
She looked
up as Ash wandered out of the bathroom, followed by a cloud of steam, rubbing
his orange hair with a towel whilst trying to keep the towel covering his body
up. Misty sighed.
"Ash,
it's my body – it doesn't matter if you drop the towel." Ash grinned bashfully, and sat down
on the edge of the bed to vigorously towel dry his hair. "Noooooo," Misty
wailed. "You'll give me split ends!"
"You do
it then!" snapped
back Ash, throwing the towel and hairbrush at Misty.
"Fine I
will," she replied,
crawling over the bed towards him, and starting work on the hair.
From a
distance, Tracey stood watching them fondly, with a blush over the bridge of
his nose. They looked so cute, and… hot. Um.
Well,
Tracey thought, I haven't exactly seen many naked women, and I won't be getting
any in Heaven, and Brock is asleep, so I may as well enjoy the view, and try to
forget that it's really Ash in there…
Tracey
jumped as he felt warm fingers trail down the side of his face, and he whirled
around to be confronted by a shadowy, female figure.
"C-Catalia?"
he stuttered,
questioningly. The woman laughed, a sound like a bell, and she stepped out of
the makeshift shadow. She looked of Chinese ethnic, and sported a pair of red
wings – the difference between hers and Catalia's being that hers were long
enough to sweep the floor. She had short black hair, and wore a white dress
that ended severely at her knees.
"Close.
I am Catisha. I'm a - ah, higher ranking Fate Angel…"
"I
thought Catalia was the only Fate An-"
"You
were wrong," Catisha
interrupted, before linking her arm with his, making him sweatdrop profusely. "She's
very pretty isn't she? She'd be the perfect girlfriend…" Tracey nodded.
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"Well,
what a surprise to see you two together," came a familiar, sneering voice from above, and
both Ash and Misty looked up in dread. Gary Oak slid into the restaurant booth
next to Ash, who recoiled backwards in repulsion.
"Hello
Gary," murmured
Misty, quickly uncrossing her legs as she realised what she had been doing.
Gary ignored her.
"Well
Misty," he crooned
in his nasal voice, leaning in closer to a horrified Ash. "Seems you've
grown quite the little figure…" Ash squeaked a reply. "How about a walk
on the terrace?" Gary enquired.
"I er, I
mean I, um, I… why not..?" Ash sighed in resignation.
"Come on
then," Gary said,
standing up and extending his arm to Ash, who hesitantly latched on to it. "See
ya later, Ashy-boy," he sneeringly directed at Misty.
"You too
Gary-girl," Misty
replied coolly, with a friendly smile, as Gary blinked and Ash smothered a
giggle.
"So, why
are you talking to His Loserness again?" Gary sniggered as soon as the two were alone
on the moonlit terrace. Ash grunted.
"Ash is
not a loser! He's wonderful, talented, funny, smart and GREAT in bed- so I've
heard," Ash
retorted in defence.
"Heard
from who!?" laughed
Gary. "I doubt the only girl who's been in Ketchum's bed is you – when you
used to stay at the house in Pallet!" Ash growled to himself. "But
enough about Ash's bed…" Gary said, suddenly coming to a stop. "How
would you like to see mine?"
Before Ash
could make a move, Gary's lips pressed down roughly on his, awakening a whole
new level of nausea. Damn girly arms, Ash panicked, as he tried unsuccessfully
to get the newly appointed Viridian GymLeader off him.
He saw
Misty coming towards them, with a look of disgust on 'his' face. Almost
hesitantly, Misty pulled Gary roughly off Ash, and threw him to the ground.
"Misty!"
she commanded, and
Ash looked up, panting for breath and wanting to retch. "Go and brush your
teeth until you run out of toothpaste!" Ash nodded and practically ran off.
Gary staggered to his feet.
"Jesus
Ketchum, what's your problem?" he spat menacingly. Misty stopped for a second.
"I just…
don't like you kissing her!" Gary raised his eyebrow, and one of the sides of his mouth curled
upwards in a grin.
"I get
it! It's a secret, sordid love affair! Well come tomorrow, it won't be so
secret!" Misty stared
at him in disgust, then turned to walk away.
Brock
sighed; oh well, this could only help them. He wasn't so worried about Ash and
Misty as such – he was more worried about the fact that he couldn't find
Tracey. Anywhere.
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