I must’ve slept through the tests that nurse Fred was supposed to run on me, because when I woke up the sun was already up and shining.

When was the last time I slept on a decent mattress instead of passing out on the floor like some homeless drunk? Well, with the amount of savings I had I might as well have been homeless.

The hospital curtains did a lamentable job at screening the sun away and had allowed much of the light to bask the milky room. Sunlight…that was something else I didn’t have back home. Judging by the light levels it wasn’t too hard to discern that it was some time during the early afternoon. I was told I’d be expecting visitors later on today, but they never told me an exact time.

However I had a bigger crisis up ahead. When I was presented with actual food for the first time last night, I feasted like a king (or queen?) and got much of the replenishment that I sorely needed. However in this world, much like my old one, existed an equilibrium, what is taken in must at some point also be… excreted out.

Quite frankly speaking my bladder was at its limit and I was faced with a dilemma:

1. To be a law-abiding citizen of this new Pokemon world by going into the female bathroom. Doing so might be the most obvious and least suspicious. While this option satisfied the physical aspect of the problem, the psychological part of me that was still male found it less than agreeable.

2. Alternatively, I could opt for the other route which was high risk and high return. Going in and out of the male’s establishment without being spotted would mean a complete victory for both my body and soul. Although it was bound to raise some ethical eyebrows and impede on the laws of society. But as a great man once said, it’s only illegal if you get caught.

Or we can just go with option number 3.

Yup… ‘cause peeing the bed was definitely an option…

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Have you ever had your diapers changed as a kid? Everyone has got to have at some point right? The key difference here is that you were probably too young to remember it. But in my case, I was a grown-ass man in my 20s, and I’ll probably have to live with this particular memory seared into my brain for decades to come.

Dr. Elliot pardoned it as some kind of withdrawal symptom from the abuse, and nurse Fred even volunteered to get me a new pair of clothes, since the hospital ran out of the XXS size white gown which I soiled.

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But none of that helped with the embarrassment. My face was redder than the top half of a pokeball when I reluctantly found one of the nurses on patrol and told her of my “little accident”.

She then proceeded to call Dr. Elliot and the gang over, much to my despair.

And that is how I ended up in the shower rooms of the hospital, the only good thing being that all of them were individual rooms that were gender neutral.

I turned the knob sideways and allowed the gentle cascade to embrace me. The heat from my face soon dissipated into the warm waterfall and I found myself forgetting all my troubles for a fleeting minute.

At least they have soap and running water in this world as well. Now that I think about it, the technological advances here are pretty much on par with Earth, maybe even more thanks to the involvement of Pokemon. Maybe becoming a NEET in this world is also not a bad option…

No… what am I saying. I’ve been given this chance to relive my life, to prove myself, to amount to something.

But can I really do it?

I could hear my mother’s voice breathing down my neck again, the words “you’re a failure” repeated over and over inside of my head.

I shook those thoughts away as I dug my shampoo-filled fingers into my now shoulder length hair that shone with lavender.

There were still so many uncertainties with my current situation. How did I get here? Who was the original owner of this body? And where did she go?

I took a long look at myself in the fogged up mirror, eyeing my new appearance from top to bottom. It was weird seeing someone that wasn’t you mimicking your exact movements and expressions. And it was even weirder to accept that this was who I am now.

For starters my face felt way smoother compared to before, no more stubbles or acne that used to blight my chin and cheeks all year round. Then, my facial structure was completely different as well. My defining chiseled jawline was shaved off into a rounder and plumper shape, which supported a pair of pouty rosy lips. My dull, slit-like eyes that were often made fun of instead became doll-like and crystalline, glistening in a ruby-red.

My body as well, no longer held any sign of masculinity. My shoulders and arms looked so fragile they might break apart if held too tightly. I slowly ran my fingers through my thin waistline and onto my ample hips, relaying my skin’s tenderness back to me. To top it all off was a pair of glands atop my chest that had yet to blossom.

Damn… I’m really cute…

Even being the virgin that I was in my previous life, I felt zero ounce of sexual attraction towards this new body of mine. Maybe because it was my own body or maybe I was never into lolis in the first place. What I felt was simply awe for this cuteness overload in front of me. My own cuteness prowess.

If there’s one thing that years of anime have taught me then it’s that cuteness is justice. And if one could harness this power, they would no doubt make it into a weapon that is both lethal and potent.

It wasn’t until the worried nurses came pounding on the door did I realize that I’ve been in the shower room for way too long. I had to explain to them that I was indeed okay and did not faint in the bathtub at the top of my lungs. One second too late and they might have found me ogling at myself in the mirror and added more symptoms on my already decked out examination paper.