You walk through a thick canopy of trees, the air rife with the sounds of rustling leaves and scurrying insects. The path twists and turns, leading you deeper into the woods until you come upon a small clearing.

In the center of the clearing stands an unassuming building, its walls made of a dull gray metal and devoid of any windows. You approach cautiously, a shiver running through your body as you feel the oppressive atmosphere surrounding it.

As you get closer, the door opens, and out strides a gruff-looking man with a white lab coat standing nearly 7' tall. There are 5 Vaporeons behind him. "Ah, you must be the new trainer. Hello! I'm Professor Cox. Welcome to my laboratory. Are you ready to receive your first Pokemon?"

Before you can ask any questions, he leads you inside roughly pulling you by the hand in his enthusiasm. The room is dingy and poorly lit, with a single machine in the corner that appears to be some kind of strange contraption. It's some form of glass box with one pokeball in it. Professor Cox gestures for you to take it.

As you move towards the machine, Professor Cox's demeanor changes. Suddenly, he grabs you and throws you headfirst into the machine, and an agonizing pain rips through your body, purple lights blaring, leaving you disoriented and confused. Your consciousness fades.

You wake up in the middle of nowhere,

Welcome to the rough and cruel world of pokemon! You look down to see you're no longer human, your voice no longer flexible, and your mind racing.

What kind of pokemon are you? Male or female?

As a male Pokemon, you have an exaggeratedly large and prominent penis, which is now exposed and visible. Your body has also been altered to resemble that of a specific Pokemon species. You are now strong and agile, but still retain some human-like intelligence.

You look around your surroundings; the woods stretch out in all directions, teeming with life. Wild Pokemon call out to each other nearby.

"Hey there, little fella!" A Pikachu exclaims as it bounds over to you, its bright yellow tail wagging excitedly. "Wanna play?" It asks innocently, seemingly unaware of your exposed and now vulnerable state.

The Pikachu smiles at you, its cheeks puffing up a bit as it looks you over curiously. "Well," it starts, tilting its head to one side, "I was thinking we could have a race! You know, just to see who's faster? Do you want to do that?"

The Pikachu frowns at your question. "Well, nothing bad! We're just playing, right?" It says, tilting its head back. "But if you lose... well, I suppose I could show you a trick or two." Its cheeks flush slightly as it hops up and down excitedly.

"You sure you want to play fair, though? 'Cause I bet I'm faster than you!" It challenges with a mischievous glint in its eye.

The Pikachu barely even breaks stride as it zips past you in a flash of yellow fur. "Ha! Told ya I was fast!" It crows triumphantly, skidding to a stop a short distance away.

"So," the Pikachu continues, looking back at you with a knowing smirk, "you wanna see that trick or not?" Its tail swishes lazily behind it as it waits for your answer.

With a sly grin, the Pikachu takes a few steps closer to you. "Okay then," it says, its voice taking on a huskier quality as it lowers itself onto all fours. "You've been a good loser." It pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "How about I show you just how much fun roughhousing can be?"

The Pikachu leans forward, its lips parted and tongue darting out, as it begins to approach you hungrily.