Author's Note:

This world is based on Pokemon - Fellowship in Kanto. Credits to black2424 from pokecommunity.

There could be errors and rush by travel distance, give this a chance. I'm requesting at least three beta readers.

When I mentioned 'travel distance, I mean by walking and running.

Andrew or now known as Andrea, will be ready to accept to be a girl once she gets a girlfriend. One who is lesbian as she is. It takes days to reach Route 3, where they first met.

As the clock strikes eight in the evening, I was still sitting at my computer desk playing a fan game called Pokémon - Fellowship in Kanto on my black Pavilion Gaming Laptop. After receiving Oak's Parcel, the game switched to another character, Leaf. It tells me to enter a name for another character. I put in Andrea. My name is Andrew so Leaf? Andrea.

She had panicked that she overslept. This map has two beds, a wide table with six chairs, stairs to the lab, and some other furniture. I guide her upstairs where she heads to see Professor Oak for a starter Pokémon. Unfortunately, there were no more Pokémon except a special Pikachu similar to the one in the game called, Pokémon Omega Ruby Version. Andrea wants it anyway. This Pikachu, however, runs out of the lab and strays away from its trainer. The game then switches back to Red, whom I called Terry. I make him arrive back at the lab a few minutes later to receive a Pokédex and soon after I recruit Andrea. I save and close the game afterward.

As I do I notice the time on the bottom right side of the screen, one just above the date that says 7/19/2023. I close my laptop and get off of my black computer chair, walk to my bed and lie on it and cover myself in blankets. Resting my head on one out of two pillows. Soon, I fall asleep.

There is light shining against my face, much to my displeasure. How come there's light in my room?

I slowly wake up, blinking away the sleepiness that still lingers in my eyes. Rays of light, too bright to behold fully, beam through the window that sits only a few feet away from my bed. I tremble at the fact there's something wrong with my body. As I take a peek at my right arm, became petrified about how feminine my arm is. Quickly, I sit up and fearfully peer down in dread. My eyes come to rest on my large breasts and the valleys that form beneath them, a telltale sign of the woman I've become.

This body is wearing a sexy white satin nightdress with a deep v-neckline. The bedroom is decorated in a modern yet playful style, with pale purple walls and white furnishings. A queen-sized bed is situated closer to the window, with two pillows propped against a nightstand. Nearby, a white dresser is home to a variety of trinkets and decorations, while a closet provides more storage space. Light streams in through the window, giving the room an airy, inviting feel.

An ornate vanity mirror is on top of the dresser, and a set of blinds in white hangs from the window. I get off to my right side of the bed, closing the blinds so nobody could see me. Walking around to the other side of the bed with my breasts bouncing before sitting on my bed, was another sign of what happened to me.

Walking over to the mirror, feeling my breasts bounce in every movement. In the reflection, I see a girl with brown hair and fear in her eyes. This hair is so long, it flows down to my waist. There were bangs dangling to my shoulders, with side-swept fringe. I quickly screamed, yet my voice sounded distinctly feminine. I fearfully thought, It's true, I'm a girl! This can't be happening! Does this mean I'll get periods? No! I'm not ready for this! At least I wouldn't get diabetes.

I was overweight but couldn't lose so much weight. Overweight is a known cause of diabetes.

When I look through the window, I see a flock of Pidgey flying from the distance. I gasp in awe, realizing I'm in the Pokemon world. When I was a kid, I always wanted to be a Pokemon Trainer. Heh, a kid could dream, can they? I guess I'll try to get used to this, especially this world.

Walking away from the window, giving myself privacy. I grab the bottom of my nightdress that meets the thighs, then I pull it over my head to then toss it on the side of the bed.

I decide to take a look at what's in the three drawers, starting at the top. Cup my hands on each knob, then pull. It feels heavier to move in this delicate body. When I pull enough, I see bras and panties in a variety of colors. Bringing my hand to a blue bra, it feels silky smooth. Then I take it out so I could check the size. When I see a tag, I squint my eyes for a closer look as it says, 32F.

"Wow!" As I thought aloud. I place a bra on a dresser before admiring my new body, with a smile on my face.

My hands thrillingly moved up to my large breasts, massaging and squeezing them with eagerness. I fondled each side of my chest separately, rolling them in circles. One breast went around clockwise as the other turned counterclockwise, over and over again. By rolling them around three times, I couldn't help but moan from a shivering sensation throughout my body.

I grope and massage each one, reveling in the sensation of arousal that it brings to me. As I continue to explore this newfound pleasure, I find myself enjoying the experience more and more. It feels like I'm going to cum soon, but I stop as I remove my hands from my breasts. Don't want to experience an orgasm.

Getting some clothes from the dresser, I resume my search for blue panties to match with. As I pulled the blue panties from the dresser, I felt a luxuriously soft fabric that made me eager to try them on. I fiddled around inside them until I discovered a tag that told me the size. I then leaned forward and extended the panties till they nearly touched the floor, feeling a pleasant wave of movement within my breasts as I did so. Slipping my left leg in, followed by my right leg. With both legs in, I then slowly lifted up the panties, allowing them to hug my hips snugly.

I then carry a bra from the dresser, as I wrap myself with it. As I attempted to put on the bra, I felt a slight tugging sensation at each of the hooks as I tried to get them to line up and close. The fabric of the straps had a silky smooth feel against my skin that made it more difficult for the hooks to clasp. I persisted for a few moments before one of the hooks slipped out of alignment and the strap fell off my shoulder. With a sigh of frustration, I released the straps and removed the bra from my body, noting that none of the straps were torn or damaged.

Suddenly, I hear a woman's voice behind my bedroom door, one next to my bed. "Andrea? Are you alright in there?"

I raise an eyebrow in confusion thinking, Wait, Andrea?

I turn around facing the door, covering my breasts with my left arm. "No, I'm having some trouble with something."

"May I come in?"

"Yeah, I try my best to cover myself." I hear her saying 'Oh!' and then she opens the door as she walks inside. She gasps as she sees me only in my panties while covering my breasts.

She looks a lot older than me; she could be this girl's mom.

This mother has brown hair down to her shoulders, wearing a red blouse, and blue jeans. Her breasts are bigger than mine, Probably an H-cup. Has an hourglass figure like I have. Her waist is average, not slender as mine. She has wide hips and thick thighs, and her eyes are blue.

My new mom shut the door behind her, then let out a soft laugh as she shook her head. I couldn't help but join in with an embarrassed giggle. She says, "Oh Andrea. What am I gonna do with you?" - Mom slowly descended upon me, silently collecting the bra from the floor with her gentle touch. I watched as she gazed at me, her expression a tranquil one like she understood my struggle. - "Let me run by this again. But first, you don't have to be modest. We're both women here."

She's right. I'm technically a girl.

I move my left arm away, exposing my naked breasts in front of Mom. Soon, she notices something that I don't understand. "Andrea, did you play with yourself?"

"What? Where did that come from?"

"I took notice of some of the marks over them." Now that she mentioned it, I did grope with them and thought it was okay with most women. I glanced down and saw the stained handprints from when they had gone a little too far, fondling each other with haste.

I glance back to Mom as I say, "Sorry Mom, it must've been too early isn't it?"

"It's not that sweetheart," Wait, what? From what I saw in her eyes is not disapproval, it was the eyes of a proud mother. Tearing up with joy. "You've grown so mature, I'm so proud of the woman you're becoming."

I flinch at being called a woman, too bad she notice me flinch. "What's wrong? Aren't you happy that you're being mature?"

"I do but," I lied, "I thought you would scold me for this?"

Mom shook her head, "I'm not like most mothers dear, If you're happy, I'm happy."

Then she teaches me how to wear a bra, treating me like I was a ten-year-old girl having her first bra. It took me half an hour to wear one without difficulty. But now, the blue bra is covering my torso. "Thanks Mom, for helping me."

"No problem! Now if you excuse me, I'm going to make breakfast." With that cue, my stomach growled, causing me to blush. Mom is leaving the room so I could change.

After she closes the door behind her, I turn back to the dresser to get dressed. Closing the top drawer, I go for the middle drawer, leaning closer as I open it. They are shirts, blouses, and tank tops. Feeling curious, I rummage through the clothes carefully so as not to make a mess. I come across a cyan tank top, something like Leaf could wear. I'll save these for my journey.

Searching for a shirt as soon after, I took out a yellow shirt with a Pikachu head logo. This shirt looks feminine like the others in the drawer. I stand up straight and grasp the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head. I slip through the opening as it slides down my body until it's resting on my hips. Looking straight down, admire the cleavage I had.

Closing the middle drawer, I bend down on one knee as I open the bottom drawer. There are shorts, skirts, and jeans. Looking for the bottom clothing I'd want to match my shirt, I took out a yellow skirt, despite feeling uncomfortable but trying my best to adapt. I stand back up as I've done before, sliding the hem of my skirt to my hips. Feeling the hug of my curves, I lower myself to close the bottom drawer.

After closing the drawer, I stand up and look in the mirror, admiring my body. Gracefully bringing my right arm up to my waist, I arch my body and curve into a sultry silhouette. I close my eyes as I bring my left arm up, allowing my hand to settle at the back of my head, feeling the sensual curves of my body.

Tilting a mirror to a particular angle shows my cleavage and my whole body. I take on a bold pose, eyes closed, and body arched, with one hand on my waist. My other hand supports my breasts, cupping them in a sexual and intimate way. I admire my voluptuous figure in the mirror, feeling embarrassed yet enticing at the same time. My breasts fill the reflection, dazzlingly large and inviting. I lift them up with eager enthusiasm, amused at how they jiggle with each movement, before turning to the side to examine them from a different angle. Looking around in the bedroom for something to place in my cleavage.

I check on the nightstand and see it's a pink cell phone which I haven't noticed before. It doesn't fit between my breasts, but I'll try anyway. I stuff my cell phone inside my cleavage but surprisingly, it slips right through like it's not even there.

"Strange, I was sure it'll silently slip through the bottom of my breasts by now?" I use my left hand to lift up my shirt, not over my head. I then lift up my right hand between the bottom of my breasts, but don't feel any cell phone!

Bringing my right hand out, letting go of my shirt, I check from the top again. As soon as I stick my hand in there, I feel a phone as I take it out. I let out a gasp in awe for doing the impossible.

"Turns out this girl could access hammerspace!" Then, I hear Mom calling, "Andrea! Breakfast is ready!" Looks like I lost track of time. "Coming, Mom!" Sticking my cell phone back into my cleavage, I walk out of the bedroom to have breakfast for the first time in this world.