Mini-story: “This... is this my body?”
Ash opened his eyes and knew instantly that something was wrong.
The place was unfamiliar, and the body... even more so. He stood up awkwardly and felt it: tight clothes, a short skirt, long gloves. Looking at herself in the mirror, she almost fell backwards.
-What the...?! -she gasped.
The face was his, but what was below the neck was not. In front of him, reflected clearly, was a slender, curvy female body he knew well...because he had spent years fighting the wearer. The Team Rocket uniform, the big red “R,” and that skin tone. Jessie.
Ash blinked. He brought his hands to his chest. The touch was soft, rounded... firm.
-Are they real...? -he whispered, reddening.
Hesitantly, he began to undress. First the gloves, then the top, then the skirt, her tight underwear, she wore no bra, all slowly, not knowing if she wanted answers or if she was afraid to find them. And when she stood in front of the mirror, with her clothes off, everything became clearer. Every part of her body felt foreign, but alive. Breasts, hips, long legs. There was no doubt: that body was Jessie's.
Ash swallowed saliva. He touched her arm, her abdomen, then her hips, couldn't help but grope jessie's beautiful tits ,Everything was so different...so soft.
-How did I end up like this...? -he murmured, still without answers, lost in a body that wasn't his, but now felt like his own.