You stare into the pond at the reflection that you are forced to admit is your's when you reach up and whack yourself in the face, falling over from the force of the blow before getting back up and rubbing your cheek. Or whatever it was this spot was on a Ditto.
Oddly you expected a body like this to feel slick and slimy, at least considering the way Ditto look, but instead it felt airy, like you were a mist of sorts, and that the softest breeze could blow you away, yet it didn't.
Looking around you can feel the other pokemon in the forest rather than see them. You can tell what they are too, and you know instinctively that with just a little focus you could become any one of them that you choose to be.
Heck you even could become all of them at once if you wanted to, or so you thought, though you quickly push that particular image away from your mind, wanting to become human, not just another pokemon, or worse, some mutant combination of them.
Searching the immediate area you find nothing to indicate what changed you, though some of the voices from the forest you can hear are talking about a weird flash of light that you can only assume was your arrival. You aren't the least bit surprised to learn you can understand the oddly accented voices of the pokemon, considering you are one, and likely speak with the same accent.
Suddenly another voice spreads out over the forest, singing softly, and most of the other pokemon stop talking to listen. Interested you follow the sound of the music, the harmonious tone sounding to you like your mother singing a lullaby. Breaking through a bush you tumble into the clearing from which the song is coming and are face to face with....
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