You'd long suspected your girlfriend was a bigger geek than you; she was firmly into cosplay and pokemon and a whole load of other stuff that you tended to avoid. But just recently she'd proved it. She'd emerged from a days of seclusion holding a self-invented device that half-resembled a Pokedex. You thought it was another of her cosplay trinkets; she called it a Transmogrifier. Well, that's what you get when you fall in love with a physics student!.
"What does it do?"
"Duh! It transmogrifies!"
She demonstrated by pointing it at herself. A flash of light scalded your eyeballs. As the light faded, you gradually made out a younger girl standing in her place. She wore denim shorts held up by red straps that also helped to contain the rather buxom breasts within their straining yellow shirt. The face was still recognisable as your girlfriend's, sporting a familiar sly grin.
"You're M-Misty?" you stammered.
"In the flesh," she replied, grabbing her chest in her hands. "Whoa, this isn't canon. I think my body mass must have shifted; Misty is a bit smaller than me."
"Y-you're Misty.." you repeated. "How... what..."
She gave you a withering look. Maybe another practical demonstration was in order.
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