Becoming A Woman.

A fan fiction by Seveninchsprockets

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or Team Rocket. They belong to that rich Japanese guy who invented them and Nintendo. So no suing please.

Author's note: This story deals with somewhat sensitive issues, and has some sexual innuendo and references in it. If you think that may offend you or you won't be able to take it then don't read. There's no hentai in here but I'm warning you anyway. It supposed to be mainly humorous, with a bit of angst and romance, and if you're an open minded person you probably won't care about the issue it deals with. Anyway, having said that, read on and enjoy! There's more to come!

Chapter One: Rude Awakening.

"Oh Brock," Nurse Joy cooed seductively as she settled herself onto his awaiting lap. "You're such a big strong boy."

"Oh yes." Officer Jenny suddenly materialized behind him and slid her arms around his neck. "And a naughty boy too. I think I'm going to have to punish you."

Brock merely grinned.

"Shall I get the handcuffs?" Jenny queried nonchantly.

"Oh yes!" Joy replied. "But first, Brock, could you help me take off this uniform? I'm so dreadfully hot!"

The smile on Brock' face, if it was at all possible, grew even wider. Without hesitation, he reached up and hastily grabbed the front of her nurse's uniform and gave it a sharp tug, causing a few of the buttons to come flying off. Joy let out a small gasp of surprise, but leaned in towards him, her full pouting lips parted slightly.

"Ohhhh…Brock…" She breathed. "My big, strong, breeder…"

Cupping her breasts in his hands, he inched his face slowly towards hers, moistening his lips with his tongue, awaiting his prize…

Her lips had barely grazed his when suddenly she pulled away and sat bolt upright, her eyes widening in terror, and let out a shrill scream that pierced him like a needle…

Brock literally flung himself out of his sleeping bag as the sound of Nurse joy brought him screaming back into consciousness. The sleeping bag in question, still being fully zipped up, prevented him from achieving any real trajectory, therefore causing him to merely flip over like some well done breakfast pancake and land-face down- in the remnants of last nights campfire. He inhaled sharply, taking his first fully aware breath of the day, and filled his lungs with the sooty goodness of a dirty chimney. He coughed and hacked, but succeeded in only taking in more ash and dirt. Finally, common sense intervened and he flipped over, black faced and spluttering, onto the soft cool grass. The part of his brain dedicated to motor function managed to find the zipper of his sleeping bag and he viciously tore it open, and wriggled out of it like a snake discarding an old skin. Placing his weight on his hands and knees, he coughed and hacked, pausing only momentarily between gasps to curse his bad fortune.

"What the fuck?!" He whispered hoarsely, and spluttered again as another chip of burnt wood came flying out of his nose. It was unlike him to swear, but under the current circumstances it seemed like the appropriate thing to do. After all, it had been a rather…interesting dream, to say the least. Up until the point when Joy decided to wail in his face like a banshee.

"What the hell was up with that anyway?"

As if in response to his silent question, another loud shriek resounded from the otherwise peaceful woodland surrounding him, reaching up to a rather painful crescendo and then petering out mournfully.

Brock struggled groggily to his feet, the heavy mist of sleep not fully dissipated yet, and turned to face his two traveling companions, expecting them to be fully awake as well. Surely they had heard it?

To his surprise, he was down one comrade, and the other one was still fully asleep. The latter's Pikachu, however, was alert and quite startled. Brock could see the worry in its soft brown eyes.

Brock snarled and kicked a small stone in his companions' direction. It bounced off the younger boy's arm, causing him to awake with a start.

"Hunh…what?…" Ash pulled himself up to a half sitting position and rubbed his arm wearily. "What's up with you?" He studied the older boy's features and smirked. "Why's your face all black?"

"Didn't you hear it?" Brock hissed.

"Hear what?"

"That scream!" He gestured wildly to the vacant sleeping bag with the bubble design on it. "And where's Misty?"

Ash stared blankly at him, cast an indifferent glance at Misty's sleeping bag, and waved dismissively.

"She's probably gone to the bathroom or something."

Brock eyed him suspiciously. "What about those screams I heard?"

Ash shrugged. " She must have seen a Caterpie or something. Or she ran out of toilet paper." At Brock's unconvinced expression, Ash groaned. "Come on, Brock! You know what Misty's like! The smallest thing sets her off! She'll be back here in two minutes as if nothing happened."

Brock shook his head. "No." He turned and retrieved his backpack from next to the fire, and pulled out some crumpled clothes. He slipped the khaki pants over his boxers and pulled the brown shirt over his head. "I'm gonna check it out, whether you're coming with me or not."

"Whatever." Came the muffled reply from the form buried in Ash's sleeping bag.

Brock fished his pokeball-the one containing Onix-out of his backpack and motioned for Pikachu to follow him. It wasn't really necessary however, as the electric mouse pokemon was already five steps ahead of him, following Misty's scent into the undergrowth, and in the same direction as Brock figured that last scream had come from. He cast a backward glance at Ash's form still huddled on the ground and let out a contemptuous snort. He wasn't sure if anyone else had noticed, but it seemed to him that the more successful at pokemon training he got, the more he took things for granted. He never said anything however. He'd wait until he fell on his butt first, then he'd give him the good old 'Never take things for granted speech' He grinned at the thought.

"Pi."

Brock felt a gentle tug on his trouser cuff, and looked down to see Pikachu staring up at him, his button eyes wide.

"What's up, Pikachu?"

Pikachu raised a tiny paw to point off into the thicket, where the forest seemed to close in on itself and became nothing more than a thick tangle of vegetation.

"Through there, huh? Come on then."

He stepped boldly into the brush, and was immediately assaulted on all sides by prickly thorns, sharp twigs and all manner of things that made traveling in a forest a complete pain in the ass. He struggled on however, envying Pikachu for his ability to avoid most of the forest's assaults, due to his small size. They continued on for a couple of minutes, heading in what seemed to be an easterly direction from their camp, but Brock couldn't be entirely sure. He was still somewhat half asleep. And the fact he was rather worried about Misty didn't help either.

"I hope it's nothing, like Ash said. Just another bug attack…"

Pikachu suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, and Brock staggered and almost tumbled forward in an effort to avoid stepping on him. He regained his balance however, and glared at him.

"What?" He said, somewhat harshly.

Pikachu made no attempt to reply, but instead reared up on his haunches and sat bolt upright. His delicate black nose sniffed the air gingerly, and his long ears twitched.

"You hear something, Pikachu?"

"Pikachu!"

Brock grinned. "Well, where's it coming from? Is it Misty?"

"Kaaa…" The little pokemon looked up at him, and his ears twitched again.

Brock stared at him a moment longer, then strained his ears to try to pick up the same sound Pikachu had detected. It was difficult however; damn birds were noisy this morning…

Then he picked it up, a sound that was entirely alien to it's surroundings: a soft, mournful sob.

Brock started, then strained harder. He wasn't sure he'd heard right…

There it was again, although this time it was accompanied by a hefty bout of sniffling.

A smile broke out on Brock's face. Was that…?

"Misty!?"

"Pika Pi!"

The sound ceased abruptly, and for a terrible moment Brock was afraid both he and Pikachu had been mistaken. Then the forest erupted into a loud, strangled wail.

"Go away!" Came the haughty reply.

Brock was delighted.

He crashed towards the sound, growing ever more excited with each step. God! After all that worrying, it had been just as Ash had said. Probably just another close encounter with a weedle, or the toilet roll had run out, or…

"Hang on. Did she just tell me to go away?"

He burst through a patch of poison ivy, and beheld before him a truly pitiful sight.

She was crouched in a bare patch of grass, long, slim legs tucked under her chin. Her boyish face red and streaked with tears, cerulean eyes swollen from crying. She gazed up at him and suddenly shrank away, as though he was going to bite her.

"Go away." She replied, though weakly this time.

Brock crouched low and gave her his best big brother smile. "Awww, come on Misty. What's the matter?"

She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "Nothing"

He poked her playfully on the arm. "Fibber. Come on, what's up? Where you been all this time? Me and Pikachu were worried about you."

She sniffled, and a small smile crept onto her face as Pikachu leapt onto her lap, although it was mixed with an expression of pain as the rodent's weight pressed down on her. Brock's smile faded.

"You okay?" He inched closer and placed a gentle hand on her forehead. "You look kinda pale."

She shook her head. "N-no Brock. I don't t-think I'm okay."

"You sick?"

She nodded miserably. "But," She added, "I think it's really bad. Something's really wrong with me."

Brock wrapped his arm around her in an attempt to comfort her. "It can't be that bad can it? Tell me what's wrong."

She hesitated, and tore her gaze from his face to stare at the ground, her expression  a mixture of despair and embarrassment.

"I-I can't"

He pulled her closer, and watched as Pikachu leaned over slightly to nuzzle her hand, bringing another slight smile to her lips.

"Don't be ashamed." He whispered softly. "Tell me."

"Well…" Her eyes darted around suddenly, looking to see if there was anyone else close nearby. She then leaned in close and whispered low in his ear, so soft in fact he almost had to strain to hear it. Nevertheless, he was still unsure he had heard right, and gave her a confused look as she pulled away, her cheeks flushed with embrassment.

He checked her with his eyes, and finding nothing, shook his head. "I don't understand Misty. I don't see any cuts or grazes."

Her face turned an even brighter shade of crimson. "No! I'm not hurt…not really."

She directed her gaze downward again. "There's something wrong…down there."

And she pointed at Pikachu, who was still nestled snugly on her lap.

Brock stared at her incredulously for a brief moment, then something in his mind snapped, and he almost choked on his breath. The reality of what was happening had just hit him, and he was in no position to deal with it. Not now. Not ever.

Misty turned her pretty eyes towards him again, their sparkling depths trusting, pleading, and demanding he do something.

Brock inhaled sharply. "Ah, crap."

So, how is it so far? Great, not bad, total crap? Please review and let me know! But no flames please.