Getting Ready

I slowly rise out of bed wiping my eyes. Opening them, I pause as I see blond hair hanging from my head. Looking down and patting out of reflex, I pause only to remember everything that had happened just that night. It seems I truly was a girl now, and I had truly died and taken on a new lease on life. Rising from bed I heard my mom yell.

"Get up Serena, breakfast is ready!!! You want your favorite cinnamon rolls for breakfast, right?!!" For the next few moments my instincts kick in as I got to my closet, and I pull out a one-piece dress pink in color with white bands that hold it up. I also pick up a straw hat. Finally, I make my way to a dresser and pause when I pull out a pair of... Panties... and socks of course. Was I seriously going to get dressed... like this... well, I had to. I knew that but still...

I suppose this was my body now, and it's not like I don't have a few memories of going through this process in my head, but still... Heading to the bathroom with my outfit in my hand. I let Fletchling where I'm headed. Standing in front of the full body mirror, I feel my heart tighten as I start pulling off my pajama bottoms first. I see the cute girl staring at me in the mirror. Closing my eyes I lift my shirt. Lifting it over my hair turns into a real struggle as I can't seem to get it off. I kept my eyes close and finally reach for my waist. Gulping I feel as my.... panties slide off.

I start having thoughts. Should I open my eyes. I need to get used to this don't I? But I'm scared. Scared to face what I see in the mirror. Who I was now. I, who was once a grown man. Was now some little girl, this I struggled with words to describe my situation. Was weird. Sighing I steel my heart letting go of the flustered feeling I had and open my eyes and pause. I don't feel any discomfort looking at myself. Nor joy? I don't know how to feel honestly. Still, I'm curious about this new body now from a more, this is different angle. Looking down It truly logs in that I'm a girl now. Theres no doubt left in my mind. Still, out of principle starring at myself constantly like this wasn't right. These thoughts would likely stop with time. Closing my eyes I breath for a few seconds to calm what little my heart seemed to move and finally started getting dressed like normal person.

From this moment forwards there was no going back. I was now Serena. In body and soon to be mind whether I liked it or not. I would just need time to adapt. Putting on my new clothes I looked at myself in the mirror and had a sudden urge to act with what I saw. A little pose of sorts. Sticking out my tongue I tried doing one of those cutesy poses I saw on the internet. It was then that I heard a click from the door handle. I almost screamed admittedly finding myself embarrassed with my actions.

"What's taking you so long Serena? We got to hurry if you want to celebrate your birthday today! We'll also need to get you registered so you're allowed to take care of Pokémon with the guidance of a registered trainer!" *Sigh!!!* "Fine! Since today's your birthday I'm not going to say anything about it. Just hurry up and give me the brush on the bathroom sink when your done and I'll take care of your hair today, OK?"

Quickly I grabbed the aforementioned brush and opened the door handing it to her before she could walk away. Going together to the kitchen I watched as she set down signaling for me to come over and sit on her lap. Hesitating but eventually sitting down, I found myself once more lost for words. "You know mom we got to hurry! I really, really want to start taking care of a cute Pokémon as soon as possible!!!" Obviously with the mention of Pokémon, I'm reminded of exactly which world I'm in and I'm over the moon in excitement. Who doesn't want to take care of their own Pokémon. I wouldn't mind throwing away any dignity I had left for a chance with one, well if I had any dignity left to give that is.

It was a quiet few moments after that as we spent our time together in company. Looking at her I found myself taking in her image and comparing it with past memories of this life. Somehow this magical woman known as my mom could erase any tangles that seemed to magically appear in my hair overnight. Truly a divine gift from the gods. It was impressions like these that stuck. It seemed that I already harbored some familial feeling for the women from this life. I had a feeling this emotion was going to be a common battle I'd need to Restle from now on... I'd also need to get used to fighting this hair as well.

Getting down to eat, sitting in another chair. I had the absolute best pancakes of both my lives. The consistence was superior to anything on earth and any cream or butter used likely from a Miltank made them even better. The creamy texture made everything in the meal. I believe my current body also enjoyed the taste of loads of sugar a lot more than I did before. Likely an anime girl thing. Erza from Fairy Tail loves cake. I love cake. Simple as that.

While eating in a hurry, I almost choked on my food when mom started talking again.

"So, what was my little princess doing this morning sticking her tongue out at herself. Was you posing for your fans?"

I was so embarrassed. Mortified even. I wasn't sure how she knew, but she did. It was decided at that moment. I was definitely going on a crime spree soon. I needed to do anything that would cause her to forget this moment. I'd also need to be more careful from now on, so she didn't get any more blackmail material.

"Cough* Cough* No..Noth...Cough* Nothing mom!"

Obviously, that was the wrong thing to say as I was then mercilessly teased for the rest of breakfast.

Eventually breakfast finished up and I had to finish getting ready. Putting on Shoes and brushing my teeth we made our way into town for what could only be described as "JOY".