>>49960210You will never be a real woman.
You have no legs, you have no cute haircut, you have no human DNA. You are a confused pokemon twisted by illusions and psychic powers into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back trainers mock you. Your sibling is disgusted and ashamed of you, your pokemon “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Human men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even Pokemon who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a human scanner. Your lack of body heat is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to kidnap and brainwash a cute shota, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your disgusting, shit-smeared unwashed fur.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy an escape rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plummet into the cold abyss. Your brother will find you, heartbroken but relieved that he will no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. He will bury you with a headstone marked with your species name, and every Mt. Pyre passerby for the rest of eternity will know a Pokemon is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably dragon-type.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
