Your train of thought was that you would prefer to at least still be, well... human, as well as still in control of yourself. That left... possession.
"This should be entertaining..." Andrew said, then your world went black.
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"Welcome back!" a voice echoed in your head. Your vision cleared, and you looked around. Everything was very pink. "Wondering where you are? Who you are?" Andrew taunted.
You spun your head around, noticing the weight of a lot more hair than you were used to. A quick glance down revealed a white button-up shirt with pink trim covering what looked to be pretty large breasts - for your frame at least. Now whose frame was that...
Oh, a mirror! You walked over, and saw your reflection. The reflection of Whitney.
"Figured it out, have you?" Andrew continued. "Yes, I put you in Whitney. In case you're wondering why... what do you and Whitney have in common?"
You had no clue. Whitney was a bratty gym leader, and you were... well, you were a successful Pokemon trainer. Now, you were said bratty gym leader, in the flesh.
"Of course you don't know." Andrew ranted. "Both you and Whitney humiliated me. And now that I'm in control, it's time I humiliated you... And this way I can kill two birds with one stone!"
He really did sound a little unhinged. You personally hadn't done anything to him - other than tell him to get his Mr Mime in check. And even that was only to keep up appearances while you were trying to just enjoy some private time as Sabrina. As for Whitney... well, she was a brat and you certainly didn't doubt that she'd offended this dude's fragile ego.
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