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"Ugh... Monday. Why does it have to be Monday..." Paige let her hand slide off of her alarm clock and hang limply over the side of her bed. Pushing a disheveled lock of copper hair out her face, she peered across the room through groggy eyes. Curled up in a ball by her bedroom door, her mastiff-sized Furret was still snoring. Its fuzzy, pointed ears twitched slightly as it dreamed.
Gathering her willpower, the freckled teen swung her legs out over the side of her bed and stretched her arms, yawning widely. "You gonna wake up over there, Fritz?" The weasel-like pokémon shuffled slightly in its pet bed, then slowly raised its head up to look at its trainer, blinking sleepily. Paige giggled at the sight of him, "I, ah, think you've got a bit of bedhead going on there, bud." Fritz' fur was matted along one side of his round face where he had slept on it, and it gave him quite a comical look.
"You do you for a bit while I shower, then I guess we'll head to school, alright?" Without a moment's hesitation the fluffy creature flopped upside down on its bed and began mock-snoring, peaking a cheerful eye open when Paige chuckled again. Standing up, she felt a tug on the front of her sweatpants and groaned. "Great. Running late and morning wood. We're off to a good start." As she walked across her bedroom to grab a bath towel, she shimmied her pants, trying to settle the taught bulge at the base of her crotch.
Paige had been born a herm and slowly grew accustomed to the nuisances that came with her condition. Her parents, sweetheart researchers at Devon Labs, hadn't batted an eye. Over the years though, it became increasingly apparent that the male portion of her anatomy was far outstripping 'normal' proportions. Now just a few months shy of graduating from high school, her salami-thick member hung a full twelve inches down her leg even when flaccid. Her peers hadn't been so gracious as her parents - at least once a week an odd hormonal surge would leave her standing at full-mast in the middle of class. As a result, whether out of jealousy or that adolescent fear of anyone different, Paige had steadily become the laughing stock of her school.
With a towel in hand, Paige tip-toed across the hall so as not to wake her little brother, and eased the bathroom door shut. She disrobed quickly, eager for the embrace of hot water, and in a few minutes had fully bathed herself. A blowdrier, round brush, and tooth cleaning later, she pulled on a pair of panties, loose jeans, and a bra and tank top, and was all set to leave.
While she showered, Fritz had lumbered out of bed and tidied himself up as best as he could, and he was now eying the pokéball in her hand sadly. "I'm sorry, buddy. You know Mom says I can't leave you home alone, and the school doesn't allow pokémon to be released indoors..." Fritz lowered his head, and Paige's heart broke. "I mean, we might be able to get away with a day of playing hookie..." The five-foot-tall Furret's ears instantly popped up, and he let out a hopeful squeak. Chewing her lip, Paige considered their options...
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