"I guess this'll make it easier to get you away from here," she said as she suddenly tossed the ball onto the ground it emits that usual whoosh noise as a bright light flashes and assumes the shape of a pokemon, this one specifically a Wartortle.
"Oh man, you've got to let me out of there more often girl, I feel like I've got a cramp in all my joints," says the pokemon as it starts to stretch a bit, and you just stare for a moment before pointing at it accusingly.
"Can she understand what you just said?" you demand from it, and the Wartortle eyes you oddly, obviously not having expected the question. It blinks for a few seconds and then scratches its chin before shaking its head no.
"Of course not. You know humans can't understand us. What are you, a newborn or something?" asked the Wartortle, and you get mad. The mocking tone of its words, for some reason sparking something inside you, and without really meaning to you suddenly find your body glowing with the power of transformation, the light body becoming hard as you assume the form of Wartortle.
"Alright Michelangelo, let's show this copy cat what you've got!" shouts the human girl, and her hand points at you.
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