~ Time Skip ~
It's been a month since those Pokémon eggs hatched. I managed to convince my parents to let me keep them until the remaining three eggs hatch. But right now, I'm facing a problem…
"No, I don't wanna go."
"You have to go, Sid. You'll learn a lot from Professor Oak."
"But it's in Kanto. I don't wanna leave you."
"Oh, my baby, I don't want you to go either. But if you want to become a great Pokémon trainer, you have to."
In the end, I couldn't convince Mom to let me stay. I have to go to Kanto.
Now, let me make something clear—it's not that I want to slack off just because my parents are rich. The real reason is... Mom's strange obsession.
She likes to dress me up as a girl. That's why I have long hair—she styles it differently every day with ponytails and braids. She claims it's my "disguise," but I'm sure it's just her thing. I mean, why would I need a disguise when no one even knows who I am?
And yes, you guessed it. I've been wearing girls' clothes this whole time—because that's all I have. Frilly dresses, tops, skirts... even my bathrobe, towel, and underwear are all for girls. She even does my makeup.
I might just have the strangest mom in the world.
Now that I'm going to Pokémon camp, I have to keep the fact that I'm a boy a secret. There'll be other kids there, and if one of them finds out, the whole world will know in no time.
Adults? They'd probably shrug it off or ignore it. But kids? They'll never let it go.
Honestly, I look so convincing as a girl that even I was surprised at first. When I regained my memories at the age of four, I realized that Mom had been dressing me like a girl every single day. Before that, I actually thought I was a girl.
.
"Hey Dad, did Mom want a daughter?" I asked while we were on our way to the airport.
"Why do you ask?"
"Because she always makes me wear girls' clothes."
"Your mom always wanted a beautiful boy."
"Really?" I was stunned by his answer.
"Yeah. When we talked about having kids, she said she wanted a boy."
"Then why does she dress me like a girl?"
"You could call it her fetish. She told me she wanted a beautiful boy to dress up in girls' clothes."
That confirms it, Mom had these strange ideas even before I was born.
"Dad, can you ask her to stop?"
"I already did. She said she'll stop once you turn ten and start your journey."
"That's still five years away! Can't you..."
"Nope. I may be the boss outside, but at home, your mom is the super boss," he interrupted.
So yeah, five more years in girls' clothing.
Sigh
Poor me.
When we arrived at the airport, I saw a bus parked outside. Kids were getting off, accompanied by an adult. On the side of the bus, it said: "Pokémon Camp Tour to Kanto by Professor Oak."
"Bye, Len. Take care," Dad said as I got out of the car.
"Daaad!" I screamed. He always made fun of my alias, Len, which I use when I go out.
He just laughed and drove away.
—
I approached the adult in charge, who was calling out names from a list.
"Len."
"Yes, ma'am," I replied.
"So you're the one joining us?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Did you bring your things?"
"Yes, ma'am," I said, showing her my backpack.
"Wow, that's a nice bag!" said a blonde girl nearby. I glanced at her—she looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place her.
"Serena, don't," the adult said sternly.
"Sorry, ma'am," the girl replied.
Then it hit me—Serena! The most popular Pokégirl in the Pokémon series.
"It's okay, ma'am. I don't mind," I said, showing them my backpack. It was a high-tech model made by the Roy Group. It works like a Pokeball, shrinking items and making them weightless. You could fit a whole table and chairs in it without even noticing the weight.
"Okay, kids! Get ready—we're heading to Kanto!" the adult called out.
"Yeah!" all the kids cheered—except for one.
I don't wanna goooooo...
Yeah. That was me.
—
After airport check-in, we boarded the flight—also operated by the Roy Group. We even handle air travel.
Just as I sat down, a boy with brown hair and a smug grin came over.
"Hey, beautiful girl. Wanna sit with me?"
Ah, the young-master type. Not my favorite.
"Sorry, but I'm not interested," I said politely.
"You sure? You may be the most beautiful girl, but I'm the most handsome boy," he said with a wink that sent a chill down my spine.
I wondered what would happen if he found out I'm actually a boy. That would be hilarious.
"Sorry, but I'm into girls," I said with an apologetic smile.
In this world, love and marriage aren't restricted. Men can marry men, women can marry women—even harems are allowed.
"So that's your type, huh? Well, no big deal. I just want you to be my companion for this trip. And you're going to be," he said, grabbing my wrist.
"Hey, stop it—or I'll report you to the teacher!" a blonde girl spoke, drawing everyone's attention.