My name is Ichiro Ishihara.   Today is my birthday.

I'm a big fan of Pokemon.  I own all of the games except for one, Pokemon 
Platinum.  I'm hoping to get that for my birthday.  Some people would find it 
odd that a 17-year old teenager would still be as into Pokemon as I am, but I 
see nothing wrong with it.

My room is full of a lot of Pokemon-themed items.  I have posters hanging up, 
a Pokemon clock, and, most impressive, a large shelf containing all my games, 
mangas, DVDs, comics, and other items of that nature.  I was turning 18 
today, and my parents had a small party all set up for me.

That night it rained.

It wasn't much, really.  There were a few small things, a couple of T-shirts, 
but nothing really big.  We finished off the Pokeball-shaped cake pretty 
fast, and I went up to my room to hang up my new clothes.

My girlfriend had laid a gift on my bed during the party.  Her name is Karin.  
We've been dating for almost 3 years now.  I laid my clothes across my bed 
and opened the gift.  It was a really big box, but for some reason, it was 
really light.  I tore it open and saw a lot of crunched paper.  In the middle 
was a copy of Pokemon Platinum.

I was thrilled.  I popped the game into my DS and began playing.  I lost 
track of time as I sat at my computer desk playing the hell out of that game.  
I was already at the second Gym when I decided to take a quick break.  I 
glanced a look at the clock - it was seven minutes to 11:23, the time I was 
born.  I laid my DS down and counted down the time under my breath.

Five...four...three...two...one...suddenly, a white, blinding light shone 
from my DS and blinded me.  I shouted in shock, and heard a crashing as the 
window broke.  The storm had picked up and water was rushing into my room.  I 
tried to maneuver around the room, but the light made it impossible to see.  
I tried to make it to the door, but the water on the floor made me slip.

I fell towards my shelf with all the Pokemon stuff on it.  I braced myself 
for impact, but nothing came.  I opened my eyes and saw nothing but 
blackness.  I tried to move, but was held in place.  Suddenly, my body was 
burning.  If I could have screamed, I would have.  I clenched my eyes closed, 
wishing for the pain to end.  It did.

I slowly opened my eyes.  Where was I?  It was a bedroom, but it wasn't mine.  
There were lots of Pokemon items, but none were mine.  Hell, I had never seen 
any of these kind of products.  There were figurines and carpets.  The place 
was totally decked out in Poke stuff.  I was about to start looking around 
when I noticed the bed.  It seemed...taller than a normal bed.  I looked up 
and saw a black figure and tried to make out what it was.

What I saw on the bed was a real life Eevee.  It purred and leaned a bit 
towards me.  I stepped back in fear, but tripped on something.  In horror, I 
looked at a mirror positioned in the room.  I saw a small boy staring back, 
eyes wide under his tangled brown hair.  He was wearing clothes that were 
much too large, which was what he had tripped on.  His shirt covered almost 
his entire body.  My brain registered what I saw and came to one 
conclusion...

I had been turned into a ten-year old kid.