Whoops, I was having a little trouble with this chapter.

I'm trying to contain this story though, before it becomes too complicated. Will Calem and Trevor share something special together eventually? We shall see.

Also, in case you've been wondering why everybody always calls Calem "Cal", it was a result of my fic "The New Boy" which was written before Calem's name was known. When asked to introduce himself, he was too embarrassed to give his name, and his personality is kept consistent from there.

Because his friends know that he is embarrassed about his name, they always call him by a nickname.

"Yes… oh yes," Clemont murmured to himself as he began to formulate the blueprints of his new invention, a device that if successful would restore the minds of Calem and Trevor to their rightful owners.

The blond boy then noticed that Trevor – or Calem in Trevor's body, as he now knew – was still watching quietly from across the desk, his expression somewhat blank.

"Oh, this invention may take me a few days to finish," Clemont explained to the other boy. "If I'm lucky, that is. Until then, I guess you just gotta wait it out… Poor Trevor, stuck in your body. I hope he's okay."

Once Calem had left the place, it was not long until Bonnie had come back to pry into her older brother's business, holding a big cone of topping-laden ice cream all the while.

"What is that thing?" she asked, pointing to a scribble on one corner of Clemont's paper.

Clemont smirked proudly. "That, Bonnie, is a diagram of my Cerebral Exchange Mechanism! You see, when you saw Trevor back there, that was actually our friend Calem, whose mind had gotten switched with Trevor's!"

The little girl interjected with a forced yawn to express her opinion on the matter. "So it's something nerdy then. I don't need your life story, y'know."

Returning to Trevor's house, all Calem could do now was wait for Clemont to finish whatever he was creating, which would be a perfectly tolerable thing to do if not for the fact that it required being in Trevor's body for however long it took.

Calem flopped onto the bed in Trevor's room, feeling somewhat exhausted in spite of not having done anything too strenuous at all. He tried to look on the bright side; as bad as it was, surely this cloud was not without its silver lining? The boy tried to think as he lifted his head, pulling his face away from the stifling blankets. His eyes started to scan across the small room, looking at all the books stored neatly in the shelves that populated the room. Curiosity took root, and Calem went to pull the nearest book that he could get from one shelf.

"The Wonders of the Hoenn Region," Calem whispered to himself, reading the book's cover before turning to the first page. He took but a quick glance at the page before suddenly turning to the next, and then the one after that, and he had flipped through at least ten pages before he realized that the book he had selected was the type that was crammed full of extensive information, with no exciting illustrations or stories to be found.

Calem was almost about to put the book back into its shelf when he noticed a small line of text written in pencil at the very bottom of the last page he looked at. What was written was entirely unrelated to the rest of the text on the book; it said "Laptop password" and was followed by a long string of characters that made no sense when read, but would most likely make for a password that no person would ever be able to guess.

This was certainly an intriguing development, Calem thought, as he began his search for such a laptop that would accept the password he discovered.

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Sitting cross-legged on her very cushy bed, Serena pouted in disappointment. "It's almost evening, and Cal still hasn't made good on his surprise."

"C'mon, Serena, you need to stop getting so stressed out about Cal."

Kneeling directly behind the girl, carefully tying her long honey-blond hair into a beautiful single braid, was Tierno; Serena's newly-appointed consultant in terms of discussing Calem (among other things) after Shauna had quickly tired of the role.

"I know," Serena admitted. "But he's my everything."

"Well, why didn't you say so?" Tierno responded. "If I wanted someone to notice me, I'd do like a dance that was so great they wouldn't be able to keep their eyes off me!"

Serena waited until Tierno had finished his handiwork before she responded; she then got off the bed and admired her braided hair in the mirror. "I'm not quite sure about dancing… but you're right. I must try harder to attract Cal's attention! I'm glad I thought of it."

"Mm-hm." The black-haired boy nodded.

"In fact," Serena added, heading for the door, "I think I'll visit him right now!"

At that point, a sudden thought had occurred to the stout boy. "W-wait! If you go to his house now, you'll just end up talking to Trev-" Tierno quickly clapped his hands over his mouth. He had almost let slip the secret about Calem and Trevor… at least, he thought it was supposed to be a secret.

"What was that?" Serena asked.

Tierno was at a loss on what to do now; if he told Serena about the magic show and what happened there, she would end up livid that Calem had shirked their date to see the performance. On the other hand, if he said nothing, Serena would end up seeking the affections of Trevor in Calem's body – as impressive as Trevor's mind was, it was just not the same as Calem's. Would that make things worse than they already were? Tierno's mind was spinning from trying to decide the best course of action.

"Trev… Trev-Trevenant!" he stuttered nervously. "Yeah, I heard from the Holo Caster news that Trevenant hordes have started wandering around at this hour. Doesn't that sound dangerous? You should probably visit him some other time."

Serena's eyebrow cocked a little. "Trevenant hordes?" She then peered out of the bedroom's window, looking for the Pokémon in question.

"Y-yeah!" Tierno chuckled. "Nothin' but hordes with Trevenant in them!"

Carefully, Serena gazed into the distance through the window, panning her head around to look from every possible direction. She had searched for a good five minutes before she had come to her conclusion.

"I don't see any."

The girl's observations were quickly becoming a test for Tierno to think on his feet; he found that mental dancework required just as much finesse and deliberation as its physical equivalent.

"Well…" he began, "they might not be around after all… but do you really want to risk it?"

Serena scratched at her chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, I guess not."

Tierno smiled; Serena had believed his asinine, highly-implausible lie. "Exactly! Cal isn't going anywhere, and-"

The boy's next words were muffled by a gurgling sound from his belly, accompanied by the familiar aching sensation of emptiness, which made him remember something.

"Oh, yeah!" Tierno blurted out. "Tonight's spaghetti and hamburger-flavored pizza night! I gotta go home before it gets cold!"

"But what about the Trevenants?" Serena asked.

Tierno was fit to bash his head against the walls in frustration; it became clear to him that he hadn't thought his cunning plan entirely through.

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After eating dinner with Calem's mother, the woman suddenly dropped a piece of unexpected news upon the boy: apparently, one of the family's relatives had incurred a serious (though thankfully, non-fatal) injury after a very unfortunate incident involving a Gogoat, which had apparently gone on a rampage across town from being mistreated by its owner, harming a number of unsuspecting town residents before it was successfully subdued.

"O-oh, that's… that's terrible."

What this meant for Trevor was that Calem's mother thought it best to pay her injured relative a visit while they recovered, leaving the boy home alone for at least until the next day… if not longer. Despite knowing very little about any of Calem's extended family, Trevor was respectful enough to respond accordingly to such a tragic event.

However, he was desperately fighting to contain his inward excitement of being home alone in Calem's body… which would allow him to catch up on some "unfinished business."

Once Calem's mother had left Vaniville Town, Trevor spared no time in unlocking the door and once again removing everything he was wearing, tossing all of the clothes into the same corner of the bedroom. Before the boy could jump into bed, he heard a faint ringing noise coming from the bag that held Calem's travel supplies.

It was a message from the Holo Caster, Trevor saw, as he retrieved the device.

"Yo!" A neon-blue holographic image of Tierno's face and torso was projected from the Holo Caster. "Hey, Cal-" Tierno gave an awkwardly obvious wink as he mentioned the name. "-I just thought I'd tell you about the Trevenant hordes (wink) that have been popping up after dusk (wink) so you should stay indoors until morning." The hologram of Tierno turned to the side. "Okay, Serena, I told him!" Immediately afterwards, the image vanished; the message had ended.

Even after looking out the window, Trevor didn't see any wandering hordes of any kind of Pokémon in town, and he had to wonder just what kind of shenanigans Tierno was trying to pull from that jarring piece of misinformation. It didn't matter too much considering that Trevor had no reason to leave the house at this hour, but he found it curious nonetheless.

Trevor noted that it may have had something to do with Serena, who was not seen but mentioned in the message. The topic of Serena did remind the boy that he was supposed to plan something special for the girl as a way of apologizing for Calem's mistake, and Trevor knew that Serena would not be placated so easily if she was kept waiting for her compensation.

It took but a few minutes for Trevor to decide the best way of dealing with that, and he resolved to put the plan into action tomorrow morning. It couldn't be helped, Trevor thought, that Serena's predicament would take priority over Calem's, but he wanted to believe that Calem would be okay in a body that was not his own.

Unfortunately, thinking too much into the matter began to cast doubt into Trevor's mind. Would his sister notice if her brother was acting quite differently to his usual self? And there was no doubt that Clemont had already received the message about his findings from the other day, findings that Calem would have no knowledge of. How would Clemont react when he found that his friend's intelligence had suddenly changed overnight? It became apparent to Trevor that he and Calem needed to return to their respective bodies before things got out of hand.

Such a tangled web of dilemmas left Trevor rather stressed, yet for some reason it made the boy feel a bit restless and in need of release; he wondered if there were hormones or something of the type at play in Calem's more developed body, which were starting to affect his mind in that way.

In any case, it was late, nobody else was home, and there was otherwise no likely possibility for interruptions… Without a second thought, Trevor sprang into bed, and his naked body landed on the mattress with a muffled thud.

Lying face-up, on top of all of the sheets and pillows, the boy bent his neck down, taking a good look at the impressive body that was currently in his full possession. Everything, every soft-looking square inch of skin that was bared before his eyes, every faintly visible contour of muscle… every part of Calem's body belonged to Trevor, and he was free to do whatever he pleased with it.

With a single finger, Trevor traced a line, starting from where his neck met his chest, and dragging it down until his finger wandered towards one of the boy's nipples. Brushing against the small rosy bud created that familiar tingly sensation that Trevor so craved; the feeling was not as strong as he would get from touching his crotch, but it was enough to tease the boy, leaving him wanting more.

Of course, there was no real need for Trevor to tease himself, but he chose to savor the moment. The best part was still to come, he knew, and being that he was in full control of this self-indulgent session, it would come whenever he chose.

Trevor continued to play around with his nipples for what could have been anywhere from mere minutes to an hour; the night seemed endless as he spent his time enjoying himself. It didn't take long before his dick was brought to its full, almost painfully hard length as a result of the stimulation, and when he could no longer stand to leave the stiffened organ unattended, Trevor slowly trailed his hand down, sliding the palm across his smooth belly, and then his waist, before his fingers finally found the long, warm, throbbing shaft, which they curled around to hold in a firm grip.

Sweat began to form at Trevor's skin; he could feel the heat radiating from his core as he kept at stroking himself, moving his hand back and forth, faster and faster. In between heavy breaths, he moaned as his pleasure and heartbeat intensified, and the boy lifted his legs as his free hand wandered towards the tight hole that was just a short distance from his genitals.

In pursuit of more precious pleasure, Trevor drove a finger inside of his anus, and that was what pushed him over the limit.

"A-aah!" Trevor was lucky to have the house to himself; his climax-induced moan was audible from every room as his eyes clenched shut and his penis twitched as it forcefully sprayed a huge amount of white, sticky fluid everywhere.

For what could have been the first time, Trevor's mind was in complete disorder, a clouded haze that could only register the satisfaction he had achieved until he promptly drifted into sleep.