Thanks for all the positive reviews, guys! I really appreciate it. Anyway, now we get to finally figure out what's gonna happen.
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Chapter 2

Misty obviously had not been prepared for Ash's sudden visit. When she answered the door, she was dressed in nothing but a red bikini, her hair was an entangled mess, her eyes were red, and she was dripping wet.

Needless to say, she looked absolutely beautiful.

The last time Ash had seen Misty, she had been about an inch taller than him. She had been fairly scrawny, with orange hair tied messily into a sideways ponytail, and emerald green eyes. She was much different now.

Being a sixteen-year-old boy, one would assume that the first thing Ash noticed would be that Misty had now developed breasts. Actually, that was the second thing he noticed. The first was her face. Ash couldn't quite tell what was different, but somehow it seemed more mature and grown-up. Misty did not look like a girl anymore. Instead she looked like a young woman, a college student. Thirdly, Ash realized that this was the first time he had ever seen Misty's hair not in a ponytail. Despite the fact that it was a huge mess, Ash preferred Misty's orangey-red hair this way. Like her face, it gave the impression that she was no longer a thirteen-year-old girl.

One thing about her, however, had not changed at all. Her eyes were still the same beautiful, emerald-green masterpieces that Ash remembered. After a few seconds of staring at each other, Misty smiled, and Ash found that his legs suddenly had trouble holding him up. Her smile was absolutely beautiful, and Ash could not help but grin back at her. This seemed to cause her smile to widen.

After another few seconds, Ash finally broke the silence. "So," he said, "how have you been?"

"Much better since you arrived," Misty replied, then blushed when she realized what she had just said.

"Same here," Ash said. "Can I come in, or are you busy with something?"

"Oh, no!" Misty exclaimed, as if afraid that Ash would leave if she said the wrong thing. "No, no, no, not at all! Please, come in!" She half-gestured, half-shoved Ash inside her house. Ash looked around and realized that he had never actually been inside Misty's house before. She was without a doubt the best friend he had ever had, and yet this was the first time in all his six years of knowing her that he had ever stepped through her front door.

He stepped right into what seemed like a cross between a living room and dining room, with a white carpet and bright blue walls. There were two couches and a couple of tables in one corner, and a TV in front of a wall. There was a circular table with five chairs set around it, standing to the left of an archway which led into a kitchen. The kitchen had white tile floors and wallpaper with various small flowers all over. The wall to the left of the door had a stairway cut into it, which Ash assumed led to the floor with the bedrooms.

"So," Misty said, after Ash had time to survey the area, "what do you think?"

"Why can't I live in a house like this?" Ash said, grinning.

"Thanks," Misty replied with a chuckle. "I've lived in here my whole life, and not a thing has changed. Not even the furniture. That's what I love about this place. Every single spot brings back some sort of memory." She walked closer to Ash and said, "So, what brings you to my doorstep, Ash Ketchum?

"Well, Misty Waterflower," Ash answered, "I just recently got my eighth Sinnoh gym badge. However, the official Pokémon League Tournament isn't going to be held for a few weeks. So I figured, what better thing to do with my free time than come back here to Kanto and visit my best friend?"

"Best friend? Misty said, pleasantly surprised by this term. She had known for a while that Ash was much more than her best friend, but she had not known whether or not he thought of her as a best friend."

"Of course!" Ash said. "You'll always be my best friend! After all, there's no telling how many times you've saved my ass."

"And don't you forget it," Misty said. Now that she and Ash were actually talking, she felt much more confident. It was just like old times, except even better, because neither one of the two were children anymore. They were practically adults.

"So, did Brock and um…Dawn come with you?" For some reason, Misty found it difficult to say Dawn's name. Fortunately, though, Ash did not seem to notice.

"Brock came, but he's in Pewter right now, visiting his family. Dawn's here too, at the hotel."

"Oh. Okay." Misty was worried about Dawn being here with Ash. No doubt the two of them were good friends, but Misty had no idea if either one of them wanted more than that. She figured if they were already a couple, Ash would have told her. Then again, maybe he figured she knew…

"Misty?"

"Huh? Yeah?" Misty had blanked out for a second, thinking about Ash and Dawn.

"I asked how you've been."

"Oh, yeah, um, I've been fine. Not much has changed."

"You haven't been in any…relationships or anything?" Ash asked, blushing slightly.

"What? No!" Misty said, as if this were an accusation. She had hardly gotten out of the house enough lately to even meet someone new, let alone start a relationship. Besides, she knew all too well that it would be impossible to start dating someone else as long as she still remembered Ash-which she always would.

"Good," Ash said, looking slightly relieved. He then hastily added, "I mean cause, you know, then we won't have to, um, do anything with anyone else. I mean, it's not that I don't like other people, I just, uh, kind of want this to be just you, me, and maybe a little bit of Dawn. Uh…"

"I get it, Ash." Misty said, smiling, both in amusement at Ash's rambling and at him saying that there would only be "maybe a little bit of Dawn". Ash grinned back.

"So," Misty said, "do you want something to drink?"

"Yeah, sure," Ash said.

"What do you want?" Misty said, opening the fridge and observing its contents. "We've got water, juice, moomoo milk-"

"Moomoo milk will be fine," Ash said. Misty poured two glasses of moomoo milk and gave one to Ash.

"To us," he said, holding up his glass.

"Us?" Misty said, causing Ash to blush and hastily add, "You know, as friends."

Misty smiled, also blushing slightly. "To us," she said, clanging her glass on Ash's. They then both began to drink. However, Ash had barely taken his first sip when he suddenly froze. It took Misty a few seconds to notice this, but when she did, she became quite concerned.

"Ash?" Misty said worriedly. Ash did not respond. His eyes were wide, his pupils dilated. His glass hit the floor with a loud crash and shattered, causing Misty to flinch and let out a sharp gasp. Ash stood there, frozen for a few seconds, and then fell, unconscious, to the floor.
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It took Kevin Porter a few seconds to wake up. When he finally did, he blinked a couple times, then sat up and looked down at himself, unable to speak. All he could think or say was, "Holy crap". He repeated those words for a few seconds, too shocked to speak in more than a whisper. He then noticed that there was a pikachu sitting on his lap, asleep. He carefully picked the creature up and placed in on the floor, so as not to wake it from its peaceful slumber.

Kevin looked at his hands, and spoke again, still in a whisper.

"I have hands." He repeated this phrase, then began to feel around his whole body, unable to believe that this was true. "I have legs…and a chest and arms…" He lifted up his hands to his face. "A face." He said in amazement, resisting the urge to jump and down, shouting for joy. "I have a face. He moved his hands up and ran them through his hair.

"I have hair…" Kevin stood up and looked in a mirror across from the bed he had slept in. He observed his new body in the mirror, unable to believe it. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a sleeveless undershirt, but that was it. He looked to be a six foot tall teenager, probably somewhere around 16 or 17 years of age. His skin was tanned, and he had jet-black hair which was in a huge mess at the moment. He had a decent-looking face and wide, black eyes.

Kevin stared into the mirror, amazed at the body he had ended up in. He flexed and felt his muscles, then grinned at himself.

"Man," he said, "I am ripped!" Then he thought of something. "Wait…" he lifted up his shirt to reveal…

"No way," he said in pure disbelief. "Six-pack abs? Oh man, this is so cool!" This whole time, he was sure to keep the volume down, in order to keep from waking anyone up.

Kevin then decided that it was time he took a look at this young man's mind. He closed his eyes and racked his brain for who he was now, and what he did.

He was a 16-year-old pokémon trainer named Ash Ketchum. He began his journey from Pallet Town when he was ten, and his first pokémon was a pikachu. He continued his journey for a long time, collecting all the gym badges from the Indigo, Orange, Johto, Hoenn, and Sinnoh leagues, and defeating all of the Frontier Brains. He was now visiting Cerulean City, the hometown of his good friend and the first person he met after embarking on his journey, Misty Waterflower. Misty was a tomboyish gym leader at the Cerulean gym (along with her three sisters) and-

"Damn!" Kevin said, recalling Ash's memory. "She is hot!"

After some more searching of Ash's mind, Kevin figured he had enough information to at least make it through a week as Ash Ketchum, without anyone discovering that he was not actually Ash Ketchum. He knew how Ash acted, how he would react to what other people said or did, and everything about Ash's past, right up to this very moment.

Kevin looked his new body over once again in the mirror, grinned, and said to himself in his new, deeper voice, "This is gonna be awesome."
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And that's the end of the chapter! Please review and tell me what you think! I realize that some of you may be wondering when the "humor" category of this story is going to come in. Well, worry not, my dear grasshoppers! That will arrive soon enough!

So review, live life, find the Tardis. Yeah, that's right. That telephone booth you walked past on your way to work today was actually a freaking time machine. It's probably gone by now, though. Tough luck.