Pokemon: Reborn As Ditto

Not Jealous

Leaving a light kiss on Delia's lip, I got out of the bed and stretched my body, feeling the worn-out muscles loosen up after a wild night. 

My naked body's image was being reflected in the wardrobe mirror, and I couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate the view. This was the first time I saw my body directly, and God, I gotta say I look damn good.

I flex a bit of my taut muscles, striking some poses as if there were cameras recording my glorious form. I mean, who wouldn't want to capture this masterpiece? 

Sharp jawline, a nose that's neither too big nor small, a pair of red and juicy lips that seem to be always glistening wet... it's like I just stepped out of a fashion magazine.

Luscious black hair... wait, black? Eh, I don't know, it's a bit too cliché. 

Let's try some other style. How about blonde hair? My hair changed to my thoughts, taking a blonde color in an instant.
 
Hmm, something seems missing. It looks so... plain. I mean, I don't want to stick out like a sore thumb, but still, a bit of unique-ness wasn't bad.

I twirled my hair around my finger, thinking... thinking... Ah! That's it! I need some highlights, something to make my hair pop. I focused on the strands, and they began to take on a subtle, shimmering quality. 

Yeah, that's more like it. Now I'm starting to look like a million bucks. 

Leaving the good-looking factor aside, I didn't look too old. If I had to guess, it would be mid-twenties maybe, but the face had a look of innocence, like a puppy who's still wet behind the ears.

Compared to Misty's, who I would guess to be like 16-17, it was a bit old... damn it, don't call the FBI! I mean, I wasn't planning on getting caught for cradle-robbing or anything.

I make some modifications, making my body appear younger. I tweak the facial structure, smooth out some wrinkles, and voilà! Instant youthfulness.

Now it's good! I could easily pass for an 18-20 guy! The innocence on my face was still there, but it was more... acceptable now. I wouldn't raise any eyebrows walking into a high school prom.

I grinned at my reflection, feeling like a master of disguise.

Delia was roused awake from her light sleep, still feeling the aftershock of our early morning... extracurricular activities. She was naked, just like I was, and I could see the remnants of last night's passion still etched on her face.

She got up from bed, groaning in pain, and I could sense her irritation. "Son of a... you didn't show mercy, did you?" she cursed, her voice laced with a mix of pleasure and discomfort, as she rubbed her sore backside.

But her sentence was cut short when her eyes landed on me. She froze, her mouth agape, as she took in the sight of a naked boy with blonde hair standing in front of her.

Her eyes darted between my face and my body, confusion written all over her features. She scrambled to cover herself under the bedcover, her face flushing with embarrassment.

"W-who are you?" she stuttered, her voice trembling slightly. "What are you doing here?"

I chuckled, trying to diffuse the tension. "Hey, don't you remember me?" I asked.

I forgot to maintain my younger form, and my body snapped back to its mid-twenties version for a split second before melting back into the blonde-haired boy.

Delia's eyes widened in shock, and before I could even react, she threw a pillow at my head, catching me off guard. I ducked just in time, but the pillow still managed to graze my ear.

"Hey, hey, calm down!" I said, holding up my hands in defense, but Delia was beyond reason.

She jumped on me, her hands pummeling my chest, her teeth nipping at my ears. "You bastard! You keep doing this!" she yelled, her face red with anger. "Changing forms just to prank me! You think it's funny, huh?"

I tried to grab her wrists, but she was too quick, too furious. I could feel her nails digging into my skin, her hot breath on my ear. "Delia, stop! I didn't mean to-"

Delia interrupted me, her voice still laced with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "And why are you looking like a young boy now, huh? What's going on with you?"

She paused, her chest heaving, as she took a step back, her eyes scanning me from head to toe, stopping at the ever-erect dick of mine. 

Her expression turned from anger to mortification, and I could sense her thoughts racing. If anyone saw us like this, they'd think she'd seduced a boy the age of her son. The very idea seemed to make her skin crawl.

"Oh God, this is... this is insane," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm a cougar, a damn cougar. I've lost my mind."

I couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction, despite the awkwardness of the situation. "Hey, it's not like that, Delia," I said, trying to reassure her. "I-"

But Delia cut me off again, her hands on her hips, a blush still coloring her cheeks. "Shut up. Just... just change back to your normal form or whatever. I need a minute to process this."

I shrugged, and with a thought, my body shifted back to its original, mid-twenties form. I smiled sheepishly, trying to diffuse the tension. "Better?"

Delia nodded, still looking away, her hands crossed over her chest. "Yeah, better."

I chuckled, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer. "So, Delia prefers young men rather than boys, huh?" I teased, my voice low and husky.

Delia's face reddened, and she snapped, "Shut up!"

My hand on her waist slid lower, taking a handful of her big ass, making her moan a bit. I couldn't help but squeeze it gently, feeling the softness of her skin.

But Delia quickly regained her composure, pushing away from me with a scowl. "Let go, you pervert!" she cursed, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "My ass is still in pain due to you, so you better not try anything or else I'll... I'll..." 

She trailed off, her voice threatening, but I could sense the underlying desire beneath her words. I grinned, releasing her from my grasp. "Or else you'll what, Delia?"

Delia stormed out of the room, fleeing into the bathroom, her whispers echoing back to me. "You're such a perverted Pokémon... ugh..."

I chuckled, shaking my head as I watched her go. Ah, Delia, always so dramatic.

I turned my attention to the bedside clock, checking the time. Half past 8, huh? 

I should probably get moving. Misty wouldn't appreciate it if I kept her waiting, and I didn't want to test her patience.

"Pewter City, here I come again," I mumbled.

I conjured a set of trousers and a T-shirt onto my body, getting dressed in an instant.

I turned to the bathroom door and called out, "Delia, I'm heading to Pewter City now."

Delia's head peeked out from the bathroom door, her hair still mussed from our earlier activities. "Why are you leaving so early? We haven't even had breakfast yet."

I shrugged, already knew what I was going to say. "Sorry, love, appointments you know."

Delia's expression turned sulky, her eyes narrowing. "You're rushing away only because you're going to see a girl," she grumbled.

I chuckled, opening the door to make my exit. "No girl can ever hope to match up to you, so you don't need to get jealous."

Delia's face flushed, and she quickly looked away, her voice dripping with false nonchalance. "I'm not jealous."

Sorry for the late update. Honestly, I had forgotten that I update on Scribble Hub too.