Chapter One: A New Life Is Born
It was an average Monday in the town of Eastridge, New York, close to 6:00 AM. The sun rising in the east, the birds chirping, and people getting ready to go out to school or work. And in one of those households lies me, Tom Franks.
You probably know who I am by now, but if not: I’m 15 years old. Me and my brothers Scott and Matt, plus friend Dan, are in the band Cygnus X-2, which specializes in Rush covers with other material as well.
Anywho, I was lying on my bed, curled up in a ball, with my tail wrapped around me for warmth.
Oh yeah, there’s one thing I forgot to mention. I’m a Pikachu.
You may ask, what? How can you be a Pikachu? They don’t exist, and they certainly couldn’t form bands and sing!
One week ago a virus was released in my towns water supply, which turned Pokemon from just a mere fiction into a reality, and humans were the ones who became them. And me and my two brothers were the victims. Scott became a Raichu, Matt became a Pichu, and I became a Pikachu. All my humanity disappeared, with the only exceptions being my voice, mind (Thank heavens for that), and hairstyle, though it was yellow and not brown. Yesterday, Sunday, was my first day of living like this, and it wasn’t easy. My tiny paws were too small to hit the keyboard keys, listening to music was tough with my super-sensitive ears (Though I could pick out a lot of details) and pretty much everything was made difficult with my small size. Despite this, I still would try to live my normal life, which would be pretty hard as a furry, chubby rodent, and unfortunately, that meant I had to go to school.
The alarm clock woke me up with a start, and was especially loud on my new long (and cute!) ears. I tugged on them in pain, but got up.
With my new body, I tried doing my morning routine. But it was a lot harder than normal, and quite a bit different. I tried taking a shower, but I was too small to reach the handle to turn the water on. I struggled for probably around 5 minutes, but then decided to give up, water always made my fur smell bad anyway. So then, I tried to get clothes on, however, they were all too large for me, and I didn’t want to look like a weirdo, well, more than I already am. So I decided to go naked, the fur covered my… you know… anyway.
Then, I went downstairs, where my mom greeted me with a big hug.
“Good morning!” she said. “How are you?”
“Umm, okay, I guess. This is all so surreal! This still feels like a dream”.
“I know, it still does to me. But look on the bright side. It’s the first day of a new, and much cuter, you!” My red cheeks got a bit redder at that last part.
I hopped down off the couch, and tried to get my usual breakfast of Cheerios. But due to my small size I couldn’t get them, so I had to ask my dad. This was embarrasing since I was old enough to do these things by myself by now, and I didn’t like being treated younger than I really was. But this time there was no choice.
My human appetite remained, and I ate quickly, even faster thanks to my new, sharper teeth. Out of the corner of my eye I could see my brothers walking downstairs, or at least trying to, Matt ended up having to be carried in Scott’s arms, I could tell by his squirming he didn’t like it.
Finally, the final step of my morning routing was to brush my teeth. But even that was difficult. My small size made it difficult to handle the toothbrush, and since my teeth were a lot sharper some of the hairs got caught in my teeth and I had to pick them out, which was ALSO hard since my fingers were like nubs. By this point it was 7:05, and I couldn’t be late for school, so I quickly put on deodorant and went downstairs. I was way too small to carry my backpack, however the school had all the assignments on the computer so it was no big whoop. We then piled into the car, Dad driving since obviously Scott couldn’t drive in this condition, and drove off to school.
Dad dropped us off, wishing us good luck, and we set off, the much-bigger looking school doors beckoning.
It was going to be a long, strange day ahead…