The Pokéball shaped alarm clock on your bedside table hovers on 6:59 before blinking to 7:00 am. A loud, rather irritating sound buzzes out from the speakers. Your hazel eyes flick open almost immediately as the sound continues to repeat its same four-note tone. You guide your honey brown hair out of your eyes and around your ear with your fingers, still stiff from the night's sleep. You sit cross-legged in bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You finally push the center of the Pokéball shaped alarm clock to mute the noise. Letting out a yawn, you step out of bed and stretch your arms. You feel like you could go back to sleep before a voice wakes you up.

"Leaf, are you up? It's almost time." Your mom's recognizable voice shouts from down the stairs. Oh yeah, that's right. Today's the day. The day you get your very own Pokémon. You're now very awake, almost like you have been for a while. You pull the door to your bedroom open and bounce into the bathroom. You turn the dial on the shower, heated clear water sprays from the shower head. You grab your pink striped pajama shorts by the waistband and drag them down your legs. You pull your white tank top over your head, your hair falls after it, leaving itself in a messy nest like state. You throw the Pikachu printed tank top in the laundry basket along with your shorts and underwear.

You let the water run down your slender body. You take the soap from the shelf and start to scrub your arms. You move onto your shoulders and after that your chest. Despite your age, you appeared extremely undeveloped. Your breasts sat perkily from your chest, like buds. Your nipples loosened as the warmth of the water ran down them. You guide the soap down to your stomach, running circular motions around your belly button. Once satisfied with the amount of suds on your stomach, you move down to between your thighs. You squat a little as to reach deep in between them. Like your chest, not much was really going on down there. A few little hairs stuck out every now and then, but they weren't hard to clean up. You finish up by scrubbing your legs and back. You wash the suds off and rinse your hair with the shampoo you had put in a little while ago. Turning the shower dial in the opposite direction, the water came to a stop and took the warm temperature with it.

The bathroom was almost ice cold. Your once relaxed nipples now stood stiff, but this didn't bother you. The thought of having your very own Pokémon was too exciting to be worrying about the temperature. Taking a few minutes to dry yourself with a couple of towels, you head back to your room. You open your drawers and pull out a matching pair of underwear. Both white, lined with pink cotton. Very promptly, you pull the bra over your shoulders, fastened it, and then concealed your small chest with the cups. You snap the elastic band of the panties onto your waist and pull up your scarlet red skirt to hide them. Straightening out your pastel blue tank top with black edging, you throw on your white and red hat and slip on your matching sneakers over your white socks.

Okay, this is it. You're ready. Running down the stairs into the kitchen, you greet your mom with a eager smirk. You take a bite out of a pancake and kiss your mom on the cheek before throwing your yellow mailbag over your shoulder. You take a deep breath and open the front door...