"Uhh... what happened?" Ian asked, head still spinning a bit.
"You answered your gear, then collapsed." the girl said. You get a good look at her - long blonde hair, short black dress trimmed with pink. The gear beeped, and Ian realized he was still holding it. Looking at the screen, he quickly realized what was going on, whacked 'Auto', then put it away.
"I'm feeling dizzy..." Ian complained.
"You need a rest, you've been going really hard these last couple of days." the girl said. "Alright, I've decided. We're closing the gym for today, and you're going to rest. Now come with me."
The girl helps Ian up by grabbing his hand, then walks him slowly over to a door. Ian stumbles along with the girl, still half zoned out. The door opens, and Ian sees a very bright room, all pink and white, filled with a huge collection of stuffed animals. On one wall is a large very fluffy looking bed, which Ian is dropped onto. The young woman leaves, and Ian hears to door lock.
"I'll close up for the day, make sure to get some sleep!" the young woman calls as Ian hears her footsteps move away from the door. Maybe a minute later, Ian hears another door close and lock. He sighs, and falls back onto the fluffy bed.
Then, Ian takes stock of the situation. He is in a very pink room. He's already seen the socks he was wearing...
"Wait a minute." Ian says, noticing his voice is a lot more high pitched than usual. He looks down and sees a white button-up shirt holding in an almost disproportionately large set of breasts. Below that is the tiniest pair of shorts he had ever seen - they're basically a strip of fabric. "Hello..."
He jumps out of bed and looks around. Sure enough, he finds a mirror and runs up. Staring back at him is Whitney, the gym leader of Goldenrod City. Whitney, who acts like a spoiled child despite the fact that she's at least in her late teens.
"Hi, Whitney... " Ian says, seeing Whitney's reflection move as he does. "What do we have here...?"
Ian begins to unbutton the shirt he's wearing, revealing a frilly white bra covering those large breasts. He grins slyly, and cups the flesh on his chest. It feels so soft and inviting... Maybe he should go back to bed. Or maybe he had some more business in front of the mirror...
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