Pokemon is owned by Nintendo. I'd recommend you read the previous chapter, that is the part one of this.

On the airplane from last chapter, back of plane.

"So..." Josh asked his newly feline friend. "You're a kitty thing."

Helen nodded. She seemed in pain.

"I mean, I wouldn't expect you to respond, giving that all that's changed with you you're bound to be sore." Josh commented on the situation.

"It's a Torracat." The attendant said. "Well a. What's the word for it?"

"I believe words that you could include humanoid and anthropomorphic." Mr. Montoya said.

"Then one of those." The attendant said.

Helen stayed mute. This began to worry Josh.

"They're going to think this is my fault..." Josh said, very worried.

"No you wont!" The blonde lady said cheerfully. "I mean you weren't even there when it happened!"

"I guess so." Josh said, calming down. "But still. How am I going to explain this."

"That I cannot help you with." Mr. Montoya said, the other shrugging. "Maybe she'll be in better shape to explain this."

At this point Helen tried standing up. Giving how sore she still was, and her new digit-grade stance, she quickly fell over. Mr. Montoya offered his hand, in an attempt to get her back to her seat. The Torracat was a bit slow to accept, first trying to stand up on her own again. After falling over, she reluctantly accepted. While the blonde-haired lady returned to her seat, and Mr. Montoya guided Helen to her seat, Josh and the Flight Attendant stayed behind, noting the Rowlet's strange interest in the other bathroom.

"Hey little guy." Josh asked. "What's so interesting."

It made a hooting noise, pointing one of it's wings at the door.

"So what's with the thing?" Josh asked the attendant.

"It seems as if there's something in there." Josh said.

Meanwhile...

"Hello." Mr. Montoya said towards Helen. "I'm Er-"

'H-H-Hi..." Helen said weakly.

"So you can talk!" Mr. Montoya said. "That's good."

Helen nodded.

"Well as I was saying." Mr. Montoya resumed. "I'm Erin. Most people your age call me Mr. Montoya, but giving what you've been through, I guess you can use my first name."

"T-Thanks..." Helen said.

"So who might you be?" Erin asked.

Helen took a couple of breaths.

"I'm H-Helen.." Helen responded.

"Well hello Helen." Erin replied.

At this moment, Helen sneezed, and as some fire-types do when they sneeze, let out a small flame. This shocked her.

"You seem surprised." Erin reacted positively. "You know sometimes that'll happen. It's common among starters."

"R-Really?" Helen asked.

"Quite." Erin replied.

"W-Wow..." Helen said.

"You weren't a trainer, weren't you?" Erin asked.

"N-No... Why?" Helen responded.

"Because most trainers would know that sort of thing." Erin said. "For a trainer, the shock would come that they did that, not really that it happened."

"Really?" Helen asked.

"You seem quite interrogative." Erin said.

"What does that mean?" Helen asked.

"It means you ask a lot of questions." Erin answered.

Helen leaned on the old man. She felt safe around this new person. There was something about her new self that just, clicked. Not romantically, but really close anyways. This feeling of safety made her purr. She was surprised at this too, but didn't really take too much notice of it. She began to doze off, taking a little catnap.

Meanwhile...

"Hey Rowlet." Josh said. "You've been here like 15 minutes."

"What is it." Josh said sternly.

The Rowlet made another noise. The attendant knocked, saying that it'd be time to land soon.

"I'll be out in a minute!" The female voice said.

At this moment, Josh's phone buzzed. Marcy had responded. She said she didn't know anything too important, and asked why. Josh responded saying that he didn't want to say quite yet.

Josh began to go back to his seat, when heard the door open. Giving that he had to actually go now, he rushed in, tripping on the other transformation victim, seeming to be a seal.

"Wow. First a Torracat, now a Brionne?" The attendant asked. "Wow."

"Oh." Josh said. "I'm sorry."

"Oh it's fine!" The Brionne replied. "It's not like you would have known I was this anyways." She crawled out of the way, as Josh went to the bathroom.

"So." The attendant asked. "You transformed too?"

"That's not the worst part." The Brionne said, as a young man walked up.

"Lemme guess." The man said. "Genderbent?"

"How'd you know?" The Brionne asked.

"It happened to a few siblings of mine." The man said. "I'm the only one that wasn't transformed."

"Woah." The Brionne replied. "How'd you escape?"

"We were each assigned to someone. One member of the team that I still don't know that name of went after each member. No help. If you failed, apparently you were fired, giving they expected easy targets. I've heard from former members that they gave up on their 10th man. Although they did get rid of their 10 worst marksmen." The man said. "By the way. I'd admit to your friend who you are."

"Woah." The now shocked Brionne replied.

"And before you ask, my partner's a Gardevoir. Also, I have a knack for these sorts of things." The man replied.

The Brionne was too shocked to say anything.

"I've also got a Zoroark." The man said. "I'm often undercover."

"Who do you work for?" The Brionne asked.

"No-one. I'm running solo most of the time." The man said.

"Wow." The Brionne said, as Josh was coming out of the bathroom.

"Hey again." Josh said to the Brionne. "I'm sorry for what happened."

"Again, it's fine." The Brionne said.

"Don't you have something you want to tell him?" The young man asked.

Josh seemed confused. "What do you mean."

"Well..." The Brionne said, taking a audible deep breath. "You're not going to believe this but I-" This was interupted by the flight attendant saying over the loudspeaker that it's time to return to the seats, as it's about time to land.

"I'm..." Brionne said. She sighed.

"It's your dude friend." The young man said, carrying the anthropomorphic Brionne to the seat next to Josh. "Finn wasn't it?"

"Feston?" Josh said, confused. "You're kidding."

The Brionne rubbed her arm. "He... Sadly isn't."

Josh gasped. "Hold on."

"Did you do this?" Josh asked the man carrying his transformed friend. Josh also returned his Rowlet.

"Why would I be helping her if I had?" The man said.

"I mean..." Josh said. "Okay. Good enough point.

The trio arrived at Josh and Feston's row, noticing Helen sleeping against Mr. Montoya.

"Who's that?" Feston asked, her tail moving some, as this is what her legs became.

"Oh Right." Josh said. "Neither of you two know what happened to each other. Well you see, that's Helen."

"Her too?" Feston asked. Josh nodded.

"Well you're going to need a feminine name probably." Josh said.

"What about Ginny?" Mr. Montoya asked.

"Oh hi!" Josh said. "Mr. Montoya, this is Feston, apparently, he, er... she, er... let's just refer to them as they for now"

"Well." Mr. Montoya said. "How about my name that I suggested?"

"I don't know. I was thinking Chamomile." Feston said.

"As in the tea?" Mr. Montoya said. "Why?"

"I don't know." Feston said. "It kinda just matches this form."

"Well it's up to you." Josh said, as Mr. Montoya got up.

"You know. I've got a walking stick your friend can use as a cane, until she learns to use her new feet." Mr. Montoya said.

"Hey thanks!" Josh yelled. "But how do I give it back?"

"You don't." Mr. Montoya said. "Everyone I'm on first-name basis with has a walking stick from me. Helen learned this."

"What is it?" Josh and Chamomile said in unison.

"I'm not going to tell you." Mr. Montoya said as he returned to his seat, buckling Helen in. Helen then woke up.

"Huh?" She said. "Er-Erin?"

"Oh Helen you poor thing!" Chamomile said, worried for her.

"W-Who are you?" Helen asked.

"That's Feston." Josh said. "Went through the same thing as you."

"I go by Chamomile." The Brionne said, upset by this.

"Well Helen here's not gonna know who that is." Josh said, fastening his seatbelt.

"You could have said this after." Chamomile said, following suit.

"Oh..." Helen said. "You o-okay?"

"Oh I'm fine!" Chamomile said.

"R-Really?" Helen asked.

"Yup." Chamomile said.

About an hour later...

"So what are we going to tell the rest of the class?" Josh asked.

"I don't know..." Chamomile said, now in a wheelchair provided by the airport. This was not something the airport liked to do, but local laws dictated they must have a spare, at least to borrow.

"Well we could be honest." Helen said, using the cane given to her by Erin Montoya.

"Yeah, but who's gonna believe us." Chamomile said.

"Good point." Helen said.

"So what do we do..." Josh asked again.