Wow! Chapter four is here already! Again, thanks for the reviews. They've been great. Okay, into the really juicy stuff in this chapter. How are Jessie and James going to help Misty cope with her new womanhood? Well, read on and find out!
Disclaimer: The voices in my head tell me that I don't own Team Rocket or Pokemon.
Becoming A Woman.
Chapter Four: Revelations
"How did Jessie and James afford to get a video camera anyway?"
"Who cares? I just wanna know how the hell Jessie managed to bend herself into that position in the first place." Ever since Meowth had brought out the digital camcorder and allowed them to view Jessie and James' torrid love affair antics, both Ash and Brock had been riveted to the camera's tiny screen. Jessie and James had filmed themselves in the act for the pure thrill of it, and Meowth thought that it would be highly amusing to watch the kid's reactions to it. He knew that Jessie and James would probably skin him alive if they discovered that he had allowed them to see it, but he didn't care. It was his small way of reaping vengeance against them for all his tortuous sleepless nights.
So far their reactions had been pretty tame, but that would soon change. Just wait until they got to the bit with the chocolate body sauce.
"Pika Pi? Chu. Pikachu?"
Meowth turned to face the rodent, who had joined him on his cream blanket.
"Hmm? Oh yeah. Dey is always doing it. Meowth don't tink dat dere is any other creature alive dat can match Jess an' Jim when it comes ta sex drive."
"Pikachu?! Kachu pika pikachu."
Meowth snorted. "You ain't da first ta tink dat, buddy. But no, Jimmy ain't a fruit. Meowth tink dat he cross-dresses cause it gives him some sorta cheap thrill."
Pikachu sweat-dropped. "Piiikkaaa…"
Suddenly Ash yelled out. "Hey! I use that stuff on my breakfast pancakes!" He made a gagging sound while Brock laughed. "Ewww! I'm never eating chocolate syrup again!" He raced off into the bushes and made retching noises, and Brock continued to convulse with uncontrolled mirth. Meowth allowed himself a small satisfied smile. Pretty soon Ash would have phobias against honey too.
O.o*"…And then the endometrium is shed and that's how you get your period."
Misty's face was as pale as chalk. "That's….that's disgusting."
"I think it's fascinating." James said happily as he tagged along behind her. "The human body is capable of such marvelous things."
"How can you say that? It's vile!"
Jessie patted her on the back. "Of course James would think that. He's a male. Men will never understand what us women have to live through."
Misty sobbed. "I think I'm gonna puke…"
"There, there…" Jessie said soothingly, her voice overflowing with what seemed to be genuine sympathy. "You'll grow accustomed to it. It even has its perks."
"How?"
"Well, once a month it gives you an excuse to beat the shit out of other people. And if they whine you just say, 'I've got my period' and they won't do a thing about it."
The younger girl's eyes widened in surprise. "Is that true?"
"Sure it is. Right James?"
"Yep!" He bounced over and gave her a goofy smile. Somehow it made her feel better.
Jessie snapped her fingers. "Okay then. Let's show you the basics, shall we?"
"Oh!" James started to jump up and down on the spot as though in the middle of a sugar high. "Can I help? Huh Jessie? Can I? Please?"
"Of course you can, James." She pondered for a moment, then an idea struck her. "Are you wearing boxers or briefs?"
He considered. "Briefs."
Jessie smiled. "Good." She pointed off behind him, towards a rather large bush. "Go behind that bush there and remove your briefs, and bring them back here. Remember to put your trousers back on before you come back. We don't want to give the twerp a fright, do we?"
"Okay!" He cried, and cartwheeled off into the bush.
Misty suddenly felt very uncomfortable again. "Umm…what's he taking his underwear off for?"
"Hmm?" Jessie replied rather vacantly. At Misty's rather worried expression, she gave her a sly grin. "Oh, the briefs?" She laughed. "Don't worry about that. James knows what he's doing."
James reappeared suddenly, so quickly in fact it made Misty jump in fright. In his hand he clutched his now unoccupied underwear.
"Why James," Jessie cooed. "That was awfully quick."
"That's because I get to practice a lot." He replied in a low, seductive voice. They both began to giggle, and in Misty's head alarm bells began to ring. She had the distinct feeling that she should get out of here before they started doing…something.
"Ahem."
"What? Oh yes." Jessie blushed when she realized what they had been doing, whilst James continued to leer at her, either completely unaware of Misty's presence or just choosing to ignore her. Jessie shuffled, glared at him and snatched the briefs from his hand. He blinked in surprise, and then blushed also.
"Right." Jessie snapped. "Let's get this over with, shall we?" Tucking James' underwear under one arm, she began to hurriedly peel the plastic wrapping off the sanitary pad. "Pay close attention, kid. We're only going to show you once."
Misty watched as she tossed the wrapping carelessly to the ground, and unfolded the pad. Ash had been right. It did look like a band-aid.
Misty noticed that it seemed to be made of a white, cotton like material, and that there were small flaps on either side, almost like wings. There were also small strips of plastic on the back of the flaps, as well as on the back of the pad itself.
"What are those bits of paper for?"
"It's adhesive." Jessie explained. "Here, I'll show you." She stripped the backing off and suddenly threw James' underwear back at him. "Here James, hold that open like you were about to put it on."
James compiled, and waited patiently for his next instruction.
"Now, we're going to play a little game of pretend. Kid, I want you to pretend that James is you and that his underwear is yours."
Misty seemed rather put out but the idea, but nodded anyway. "Umm…alright."
Jessie turned to James, and then said in a singsong voice, "Hello Misty!"
James grinned evilly. "Hello, you old bag!" He replied in a rather poor imitation of Misty's voice.
Misty could see the rather large vein popping out on Jessie's forehead, but to her credit she continued without reducing James to bloody gibs.
"Well Misty," Jessie growled through clenched teeth. "I see you've finally started your period."
"That's right!" James' voice was now two octaves higher than it should be.
"Okay then, I've got something for you." She thrust the pad into his face. "Do you know how to use these, you little twerp?"
James snatched it from her hand. "I sure do, you evil Team Rocket person you!" He held both his underwear and the pad up high so that Misty could see what he was doing.
"Watch what he does." Jessie said quietly, arms folded across her chest.
Misty took heed, paying close attention as James stuck the pad, sticky side down, onto the crutch of his briefs. He then folded over the wings, so that they adhered to the front of the crutch area.
"See?" he said, holding up the finished product for everyone to see. "It's not that hard. You just stick it on like that and then you just wear your knickers normally." Putting words into actions, he pulled his briefs over the top of his trousers, making himself look rather ridiculous, and paraded around like a model. "See? No mess, no fuss."
Jessie groaned. "Yes, thank you James" She turned to Misty again. "I think you understand, don't you? You just wear one of those for a while until it's dirty and then replace it with a clean one whenever you need. It prevents you from…embarrassing yourself." She handed her a fresh pad. "Why don't you find a private spot and try it for yourself?"
Misty nodded. "Thanks." She gratefully accepted the toiletry and made her way off into the bush, pausing only briefly along the way to thank James as well, and give him a dubious look, as he was still dressed like Superman.
Once she was gone, Jessie shot James with a smoldering glare. "Old bag, huh?"
"Aw, come on Jess!' he pouted like a little schoolboy. "It was only a joke! You told me to act like her!"
"Whatever." She rolled her eyes. "Take that off."
"Why? Don't you think I look sexy?" He started to parade around again. "Don't I turn you on?"
"No." She said truthfully. "You look like a tool. Now take it off."
His eyes twinkled mischievously. "You gotta catch me first."
She scoffed, then lunged for him. He hopped gracefully out of the way.
"Too slow, Jess!"
She started for him again, and then stopped. A smile as mischievous as his appeared on her face.
"James," she began. "If I promise to play a game with you, will you take them off?"
He stopped prancing, and clapped his hands with glee. "Oh! Can I choose the game?"
She nodded. "Of course, James."
He thought for a moment, and clapped his hands again. "Can we play Fuck Frankie?"
Jessie smiled. That was her favorite game. "Why yes, James. I do believe we can."
O.o*Misty had not placed herself as far away from Jessie and James as they had thought. In fact, she had managed to eavesdrop on a great deal of their conversation. It had been rather ordinary up until the point where Jessie had suggested they play a game. A game with a naughty word in it. Misty was no rocket scientist, but she was smart enough to know that this particular game did not involve skipping with rope or playing with cards. Now she knew what the alarms bells in her head had been trying to warn her about. It was a tad surprising though, she had always thought that at least one of them was gay. Hastily pulling on her shorts and gathering her things, she crept silently around the clearing, keeping herself hidden in the bushes. The last thing she wanted to do was walk in on them in the act. She felt a little guilty though. They had both been very helpful, despite their differences. She had wanted to give them proper thanks.
"Oh well," she thought. "Maybe I'll just send them a box of chocolates."
And she left them to it.
Huzzah! How did ya like that? My, my, Jessie and James are a dirty pair! Keep tuned for the fifth and final chapter: And so life goes on.
See ya soon!
Seveninchsprockets (SiS)