Thunderbolt from the Blue (Patreon)

Hey guys, this is the start of the Pokemon story I teased. This is very raw and because i've been sick iI haven't been able to go over this (So please bear that in mind)

I hope you enjoy this first part. I'd really like to see it be episodic rather than Part after Part after Part (So small time jumps or single stories)
(Her motivation would be understanding whats happened essentially)

Let me know what you think :) (And sorry i haven't posted ina while)

Thunderbolt from the Blue

The chair squeaks and I look around my shrink’s office as she fetches himself a drink. Since it all came to a head about three months ago, I’ve been attending these sessions every Thursday afternoon after work.

It’s a swanky-looking place. Expensive wood and posh-looking furniture. Y’know… the sort of stuff you’d expect from a guy charging an arm and a leg for an hour of his time.

See, about three months ago, my mother walked in on my crossdressing in her clothes. It’s my deep, dark secret, and she wasn’t meant to see it. I’ve always been so careful! I heard her coming up the stairs, but I just couldn’t get out of all the stuff I’d put on!

Have you ever tried to strip off heels, tights, a dress, and a thick layer of makeup in the 10 seconds it takes someone to get up the stairs? No…? Well, I have. It’s not easy. I can tell you that.

She freaked out. Accusing me of being all sorts of things I’m not. Shouting at me that I’d never get married and move out if I’m trying to be a woman. The whole thing was so awkward. I tried to explain to her that being a guy just makes me unhappy, but she couldn’t understand why.

I really tired to get across to her just how it makes me feel. I don’t want to put effort into my appearance as I don’t want to be male. I don’t want a girlfriend, or a boyfriend for that matter. The only thing that makes me remotely happy is dressing how I want to be perceived. A woman.

Gina, my foster Mom, really did try and understand, but she didn’t get where I was coming from at all. She kept telling me that seeking professional help would be good for me and maybe even cure me. Fat chance of that. I know what's wrong with me. I’m a woman in a man's body!

Anyway, I’ve been attending these sessions now because of that, and Mr Swanky office here hasn’t even asked me about my crossdressing. He’s obsessed with asking me about my real parents.

I keep telling him time and time again that I never knew my real parents. They died when I was really young, but he keeps asking anyway. It’s like he’s not actually listening to me! I imagine all he’s actually doing when I talk is doodling.

“How are you feeling today, Darren?” Ted, my shrink, asks as she sits in his big leather chair.

I wait for him to blow on his coffee and take a sip before I answer. “Alright, I suppose.”

Nodding, he grabs his notepad from the table to his side. Pushing up the glasses on his nose, he looks at me with a smug smile on his face.

“Any relapses?” he asks, with a smug smile on his face.

I know what he’s trying to ask and his attitude towards it is rotten. I’m not hurting anyone.

“Relapse?” I reply, rolling my eyes.

“Yes,” Ted answers plainly, scribbling notes as he talks. “Have you worn any feminine garments?”

I watch him writing for a moment and his air of arrogance makes my blood boil. “Yes,” I admit sarcastically. “I’m wearing your mom’s underwear right now.”

Ted grumbles but doesn’t react further. Seems he wasn’t amused.

“This reoccurring dream?” Ted then asks. “Have you had it again?”

“Yeah,” I answer, looking out of the large glass window to my side and the clouds slowly passing by. “I have.”

“How often?”

The dream he’s referring to almost haunts me. Every single night, without fail, I dream about the same thing. I’m in the body of a young woman, and I’m being followed by a Pokemon! I mean, I am a fan of the franchise, but the dream feels so very real.

From the thunder and lightning in the sky to the feeling of the rain hitting my face. It all feels so very real. Almost like it actually happened. Almost like it’s a memory. It always ends the same way. I’m lying in that field, getting swamped by the rising rainwater, unable to move.

“It hasn’t stopped,” I reply, turning back to face him. “It’s still every night.”

Ted frantically flips back a few pages in his notes and studies them for a moment. “Jolteon,” he says, looking up at me for clarification. “That’s the Pokemon in the dream that follows you?”

“Uhuh…”

He looks me dead in the eyes. “What do you think it means?”

“The dream?” I ask nervously, made to feel uncomfortable by his staring. “Or the Jolteon?”

Just like he’s done previously, he answers my question with another question. Very frustrating! How are we to get to the bottom of it if he doesn’t listen!?

“How does it make you feel?”

And there it is! Ted’s therapy 101 question. I’m surprised he hasn’t asked me if I’d tried turning myself off and on again.

“Same as it always does,” I answer with a drawn-out breath. “I feel euphoric for being a woman, but as soon as I wake up, I’m extremely dysphoric for it not being my reality.”

Ted writes a few more notes and takes a long sip of his drink. I look out again at the sky and it’s going grey. Odd that the weather is changing so quickly.

“Looks like it’s going to rain,” I say, filling the silence.

“Oh,” Ted says. “So much for it being sunny all day today.”

We both watch the sky, and the clouds seemingly have a mind of their own. They condense and get bigger and darker with every passing moment. Seconds later, like someone has turned on a shower, the windows are drenched with heavy rain.

“Would you look at that,” Ted laughs awkwardly. “Crazy.”

“Looks like we’ve got a storm,” I say, unable to stop myself from thinking about the weather in my recurring dream. “It’s like the weather in my dream, Ted.”

“It’s Doctor,” Ted corrects me. “And that’s interesting. “I’m starting to think you’re dream might be linked to your need to crossdress. That and your missing parents, of course.”

He literally thinks all my issues stem from my parents. I mean, it probably has had an impact on me, but as I keep telling him, I didn’t know them! I’ve been in foster care since I was four years old! I don’t even remember what they look like!

“I feel like if we get to the bottom of it, I might be able to help you,” Ted says. “Why a Jolteon thought?” He then asks, deep in thought.

I’m about to tell him I don’t know, but as I open my mouth, a bright flash from outside draws my attention. As I turn to look, a crack of deafening thunder rattles the windows and scares the crap out of us both.

“Holy moly!” Ted gasps. “That felt like it was right on top of us!”

“No kidding,” I reply as another flash brightens the room.

A single second later, the thunder that follows feels like it shakes the entire building. The blue skies are now nowhere to be seen, and the room we sit in is thrown into complete darkness as the building's power shuts off with an almighty buzz.

Emergency lights flicker on and me and Ted are felt gawking at each other. Neither of us says anything as the rain against the large window gets more and more violent.

“Erm….,” Ted mumbles, trying to regain some composure as he gets up from his seat. “Maybe we should head downstairs.”

Another blinding flash lights up the room, and I have to cover my eyes. As I cover my eyes, thunder shakes the building once again, and my ears start ringing.

“Darren!” I hear Ted shouting.

Dazed, I can barely see him. The emergency lights barely light up the room.

Seeing him standing by the entrance to the room, I shake off the sunspots in my eyes and walk towards him. As I approach, Ted opens the door to the corridor, and we both see the panic ensuing.

Across the courtyard from Ted’s office, the building is on fire. Frozen to the spot, I stare at the image of the building lit up by flames as they lick up the slide of the building, undeterred by the heavy rain.

“My goodness,” Ted gasps, standing beside me. “Did the lightning do that?”

I shake my head in disbelief at the scene we are both watching unfold. No warning whatsoever. Not even an alarm. Yet, the building is quickly being consumed by the flames. They are getting closer, and the panic around us confirms that.

“We need to leave,” I eventually say, looking down the corridor at the endless stream of people running past us.

Stepping into the corridor, Ted is instantly knocked over by something fleeing the area. Stumbling to the floor, I watch as others race past. In the commotion, I’m not even sure if Ted’s go to his feet, but I know I can’t stand here and wait for too long.

The crowd doesn’t disappear. People keep coming, and the corridor becomes blocked. I look back through the windows behind me at the angry-looking weather and feel a fear I haven’t felt in a long time.

Watching the windows shake as the wind howls, my mind races. What is happening? It’s like my dream, but it can’t be! This is real!?

Another flash.

Another crack of thunder.

The building shakes and groans. I look up to see cracks appearing.

“Crap….,” I mutter, watching long fractures in the building streak across the walls.

There’s nothing I can do about it. The ceiling above me crumbles, and within an instant, I’m pinned to the floor. Dazed, confused, and scared, I’m lucky nothing fell directly on my head. Trying my best to sit up, I find I can’t move.

“F-fuck…,” I shout, looking down at the heavy masonry pinning my legs to the floor.

I look around in sheer panic for someone to help. “Ted!” I shout.

No answer. I can’t even see the corridor anymore. The falling ceiling blocked me in. Again, I try to pull myself free, but it’s met with the sharpest of pains from my legs. I scream out as I try. The pain is so severe it almost makes me pass out.

“H-help!” I scream, trying to breathe through agony.

The ceiling above me cracks once again, and the rain starts ripping down on me. At first, it’s a trickle, but it soon turns into a torrent. I’m stuck and can’t move, being battered by the rain.

“Help ME!” I shout loud enough to strain my voice.

A bright flash lights up the room, and I see clearly the building collapsing around me, if only for a second. Then, the boom of thunder shakes everything around me.

“H-help….” I try shouting, only to wheeze breathlessly.

Another flash lights up the room, and I can feel myself losing consciousness. I feel so tired. I just want to sleep.

The thunder following then rocks the room, forcing me awake as my eyes snap open. With the rain gushing across my face, I see what looks like the shape of a person standing over me.

“He…lp….me,” I say, desperate to the person to help.

Unsure if I’m dreaming, the shadow of the person gets closer. I try my best to focus, but after a long, labored blink, I can’t make out even a face. Hope fades, and I feel myself getting colder and colder. My life is slipping away.

“Zara….,” A voice whispers to me as my eyes slowly close. “Zara……”

I want to reply to the voice and ask for help, but my body feels like stone.

“Zara….,” the voice whispers louder like it’s in my head. “Save her….. Save Logan.”

Then, a surge of energy bursts through my body, and every strand of my being feels like it’s on fire. I go from feeling cold to feeling like I’m burning alive.

I wanted to scream out in pain, but my mouth won’t move. I can’t move anything.

“Zara, it’s time.” The voice screams.

A flash of blinding light soon follows, and my senses are overwhelmed with a sense of swift movement. Gone is the feeling of rain on my face. Gone is the savage pain in my legs. Gone is the sense that I’m burning.

Another wallowing crack of thunder wakes me. My eyes snap open, and I’m looking up at blue skies. Long, wispy clouds streaking across the sky. It’s a million miles from the angry black clouds that I remember from only moments ago.

Staring blankly at the sky, I’m left utterly confused.

Instead of pain, I feel the warmth of the sun and a gentle breeze against my skin. I wiggle my toes. Normal. I wiggle my fingers. Normal.

What the hell happened!? Where am I?

My body feels stiff, but I’m able to move my head to the left. I see nothing but a grassy field. I take it in for a second and listen to the sounds around me. It’s like nowhere I’ve ever been before. The sound of the birds is so very foreign in the way they chirp.

I take in a long breath and try and calm my mind. My chest feels heavy. It feels tight.

“Miss!” a male voice calls out from across the field.

I try desperately to see who it is, but the panic in their voice is a stark contrast to the calm I find around myself, surrounded by.

“Did you see what happened?” A lighter, more feminine voice says.

Seconds later, a person is at my side asking frantic questions. I look at them, but in my haze, I can’t make out a face.

“She’s hurt,” the person beside me cries out. “Call for help.”

“Drew!” the feminine voice calls back. “Her Pokemon. It’s bad. It’s not breathing!”

Pokemon?

“We’re going to help you,” the person beside me states as I feel them touching me. “Just stay with me, okay. Don’t go to sleep.”

My eyes droop as I feel their hands under my body. I want desperately to ask them where I am and what happened to the weather, but I don’t have the energy. I can barely keep my eyes open.

“There’s a Pokemon center not far from here!” the softer voice says as I feel my entire body lifted from the floor.

I feel my feet and arms dangling down, and nothing feels right at all. I try and work it out, but I can’t stay awake. My eyelids feel like they are made of iron.

Before I know what's going on, I’m waking up again on my back. This time, I’m warm and comfortable, and there’s a ceiling above me.

A gentle beeping can be heard just beside me. I turn to look at its hospital equipment. Staring at the machine screen for what feels like a lifetime, I can’t work out if I’m dreaming or if anything of what I’m seeing is real.

“How is she?” the male voice asks from somewhere in the room.

“Stable,” a woman's voice replies. “That’s more than I can say for her Jolteon.”

Jolteon!?

Instantly, I turn to look in the direction of the voice, and I see two people standing in the doorway. I look at them and their appearance looks strange, but yet familiar at the same time.

The man, who must have been the one who found me in the field, looks about middle-aged. His clothing suggests he might be some sort of farmer.

The woman is wearing a long dress, almost like a nurse's uniform.

I stare at them, and after a few moments, the woman looks at me and smiles.

“Seems she’s awake, John,” the woman says, approaching me.

She?

“Thank Arceus!” John says with a sigh of relief.

They both stand over me, smiling down.

“W-where…..,” I croak. “Am I?”

The nurse touches my arm, and I feel the warmth of her hand against my skin. I feel safe, but everything feels wrong. Even the sound of my voice raises questions.

“You’re in the Riverside Pokemon Center,” Nurse Joy answers.

I stare into her eyes, trying to work out what's happening.

“P-pokemon?” I ask, only to be left concerned by the sound of my own voice. It’s so high-pitched, and deffo not mind.

“Yeah,” Joy replies with a nod. “We’re doing our best here to look after you, and you’re Jolteon. I’m sorry to say, but it’s in critical care right now. Do you remember what happened?”

“Jolteon?” I ask, becoming quite scared that I’m trapped in a dream or some sort of coma.

“Sorry, little miss,” John comforts. “It’s fighting. That Pokemon of yours has spirit, I can tell.”

Even though Joy and John are calm, my heart starts racing. The machine beeping beside me starts to whine as I become more and more agitated. I try sitting up in the bed, only to find myself feeling weak and frail.

“Calm down,” Joy instructs. “We are here to help.”

Managing to lift my head, I look down around the room and then down at myself in the bed. I’m covered by a sheet, but I can tell something’s a miss. I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience.

My legs don’t seem as long. My arms seem thinner, and my hands smaller. My hair feels thick and heavy. My chest feels fuller somehow, and my crotch feels empty.

“I….I…..,” I pant, starting to panic.

I feel like I’ve died and been reincarnated. Slowly, I look down at my chest, and I see two fleshy mounds attached. They should not be there!

“Her BP is spiking,” Joy says, moving quickly around the room.

Unable to breathe, I just stare at the breasts on my chest. Nothing makes sense. Nothing feels right. I must be dreaming!

“Miss,” John says hastily, taking hold of one of my small hands. “It’s okay. You’re safe!”

Eyes wide open, I slowly turn to look at the worry on his face. “W-why….,” I stammer as I bring my free hand up to my chest to feel how sensitive the mounds on my chest are. “Do I have breasts!?”

John looks away from me for a moment. I can see the confusion on his face. “Erm…,” He mumbles as I squeeze the one breast I’m holding.

“I’m not a woman!” I cry out, finding it hard to breathe as I panic.

“Memory loss?” John asks, looking at Nurse Joy, who’s now standing by the other side of my bed.

“I haven’t lost my memories,” I shout out. “I wasn’t a woman! How Is this possible! I’m dreaming! Stop it! Stop it!”

“My Goodness,” Joy says with a soft tone. “Here, this will help you calm down.”

She pricks me with a needle, and I flinch. “Don’t touch me! You’re not real! This isn’t real!”

I feel my body going limp. The room starts to spin, and my head feels heavy.

“Poor girl,” John says as I start to black out. “Any idea who she is, Joy?”

I feel my lights going out, but I just about hear Joy reply, “I don’t know. Officer Jenny has recovered her Pokedex. That will help her, I’m sure.”