Delia watched her son leave for his pokemon adventure; it would probably be a long time until she ever saw him again. Or so she thought. As her son ran towards the Professor's lab she began sweeping the floor, if only she had a hand with the housework. After some time she sat on the couch for some rest.

two years later....

Brock watched the sunset over Hoenn. It was kind of funny the two unknowing couples that traveled with him. Both of them loved each other, but never told. They could a thing from him. of course he never told his feelings to the woman who took him in, who cared for him, and saved him from certain death. Following in the other's lead he dozed off.

In Pallet....

Delia finished cleaning up dinner and sat down to watch some televison. After watching five minutes of a documentary on the history of poliwag themed weddings she fell asleep.

two years earlier.....

Brock woke up on a familiar couch, though he could of sworn he fell asleep in a bag. He felt different to say the least. Brownish hair covered his eyes, Wait, When did I get eyes? He thought to himself. Then he tried to stand up, he discovered he was in a familiar looking skirt. His skin also seemed peachier. As he looked into the mirror he found why.

He blinked and his dearest blinked back. Finding one of his personal fantasies true he began checking himself out. Pretty good. He said to herself, he supposed he was a girl now. Not just a girl, a woman. Looking around he came up with the idea he was in a modified version of Ash's house. The calendar in the wall gave him the truth. After thinking for some moments he put himself together and walked into out her new house. He must remember that he was Ms. K now, because after looking at what this had to offer, he decided to stay. At least for some time. Finally he could see clearly, everything looked so different. The door swung shut behind him. Brock's pink shirt reflected the tulips as he decided to test if he could fool Pallet.

In Vermillion.....

Delia woke up in a hard lumpy bed. As she tried to open her eyes, it seemed they were glued shut, she did manage to see a bit by squinting. Everywhere around her seemed to be pictures of little children. Those children seemed to look like someone she knew. She screamed as she saw that person in the mirror.

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to be continued...

so i haven't updated in some time, mainly because i'm working on something with kyle p. and reene and helping celestial dragon with a fic too. And the idea of brock and ms. k first occurred to me when reading trish’s midsummer madness

peace to the prophets :: poach to the thieves

kevin g.