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A strange contraction.
That was what he had felt at that moment he blinked his eyes open. Well...not exactly his eyes, as he'd soon find out.
What he saw kind of surprised him. A cluster of people, most of them shielding their eyes or looking away from his position. Some gazed at him in pity.
What he felt surprised him even more. Why am I so cold, why is my legs wet, and why does it feel like I just pissed myself? He thought, before his eyes widened as he felt a feminine touch grasp his arm.
"What's going on?" he gasped as he was hauled up, stunned by how feminine his voice sounded. Glancing down, as his mind saw the long strands of blond hair and the feminine breast, he...or rather now she...understood.
"You're being arrested for public indecency," a female officer growled.
"Oh...I...I understand," the girl acknowledged. Well on the bright side I'll get to adjust to being a girl behind the security of a prison cell, not exactly looking forward to it but still. Probably better then adjusting to it on the streets, and it's especially safer then being out in the open naked like this, she tried to reassure herself, attempting to ignore both the sinking feeling of her heart and the excitement of living through something similar to some of the stories he had wrote back before he became whoever she was now.
Hm...think I'll name myself Kayla...since I'm a blond. Though had I been a brunet I might have gone with Sara or Heather. Sachi or Ayumi had I had black hair...and either Meghan, or Ami had I been a red head, she mused, mentally establishing her name as Kayla.
"You have a name?" the officer asked as she piled her into the backseat of her police car.
"Kayla," she affirmed, now verbally affirming it as her name.
"Last name?" The officer prompted.
"Honestly don't have one, or if I did I forgot it ages ago," Kayla lied, though kept her tone apologetic.
"Were you perhaps teleported out of the shower by an Abra?" the officer continued her questioning as she buckled her in.
"Think so," Kayla sighed. "I...I really don't remember anything though." So I'm in the Pokemon world now huh? She inwardly smiled. I always liked the idea of becoming a Pokemon trainer. If I have to wait in a prison cell for a month or so before I can do it, then so be it.
"I'm guessing that you don't have your id on you?" the officer asked.
Kayla had realized that by now the officer had gotten into the driver's seat.
"Afraid not," Kayla sighed. "Actually, I'm not even sure that I had an ID. My mother and I lived in the Kantonian woods, far from most people, so I might have not even be registered in the Kanto citizenship registry for all I know."
"Hmm...that is an issue. One second," the officer got on her radio. "This is officer Kimberly, got a girl who was nude on the beach, might be a no-civ."
"A sovereign citizen?" the dispatcher growled, clear disdain in his voice.
"A no civ, meaning that she doesn't have any citizenship status...anywhere."
"Oh, we going to set her up?" The dispatcher asked.
"When we can get into contact with the citizen's bureau," Kimberly noted. "Also, she's naked, so have her a prison shirt dress at the ready when we arrive."
Upon hearing this, Kayle let herself relax, resting her hands in her lap in a comfortable manner. Surprised that she didn't handcuff me...but then again perhaps she thought that I might have been a victim of you know what. Then again she still arrested me...so...
"Rodger that. So we're getting her on public nudity?"
"Unfortunately. She probably didn't mean anything by it, but she was nude, and she did piss on the beach, albeit she did so just when she woke up."
"Sounds like a technicality, but fine, I'll let them know to get her a prison shirt dress,"
"Thanks, hopefully she won't have to stay in prison for too long long, she's very cooperative and seems quite friendly, despite being arrested. " Kimberly noted, before glancing back at her. "Don't worry, you'll be in some clothes before long," she reassured her.
"I certainly hope so," Kayle shuddered. "Just now feeling the full embarrassment of the whole situation."
"Just now?" Kimberly asked, her tone full of surprise.
"Remember that I lived in an isolated forest back in Kanto. I used to wade in a local pound in the nude with no worries of anyone seeing me." She then pauses as she pretended to blush, but in reality she was trying to hide the shame of her lie. "Naturally, I won't be doing that anymore though," she promised sincerely.
"Would you rather return to Kanto, or stay here in Alola?" Kimberly prompted.
"Guess here in Alola. There's no way that we're going to find my mother, so... that's out of the question.”
“Guess that you are right,” Kimberly noted.
“Out of curiosity how long does one need to serve for public indecency?” Kayla asked.
“Normally up to a year for the first offense, in your case up to three since they were children but it seemed unintentional,” Kimberly noted apologetically. “However, if the courts decide that you were just teleported in the nude, they might let you off with time served.”
“Right, how exactly does this teleportation work anyways?” Kayla dared to ask.
“We have no idea,” Kimberly sighed. “Some of the regional head professors are trying to figure it out as we speak, but so far we have only guesses.”
“Guess it's just another mystery in the wonderful world of Pokemon,” Kayla shrugged.
“Okay, you seem too calm about going to prison, what are you not telling me?” Kimberly growled.
“Oh I'm nervous about it all right,” Kayla admitted truthfully. “But I'm not going to go around sobbing and pleading and resisting. I was found naked on the beach and teleported or not, that makes me the perpetrator of a crime,” she added firmly.
“You seem to be the kind to take responsibility at least,” Kimberly noted.
“Well...I try...” Kayla shrugged. Took me about twenty one years to get good at it, not that I need to tell her that! Besides, I might not exactly look like a twenty year old anyways...she added silently.
The ride to the prison fell into an uneasy silence as she gazed out the window, noticing how much like Hawaii this place was. I've played the games before...but this is something else, she recalled. The beach soon gave way to the city and she found herself grateful for the tinted windows of the police cruiser.
But before she knew it she found the police car pulling in a gated area with various buildings scattered all around. She also spotted what looked like apartment buildings, but also two large cell blocks.
“Welcome to Hau'oli city detention center,” Kimberly noted, her tone a mixture of regret and sternness.”
“My home for at least a few months or years,” Kayla nodded, her expression also serious. “I know, but I'll adjust to it,” she reassured her.
“Right, and we have a female officer with the prison dress uniform waiting for us,” Kimberly nodded, pulling up to the officer.
“I'll take it from here Kim,” the girl nodded, and opened the door. As soon as she was unbuckled, Kayla edged out of the car, but made absolutely sure not to make any sort of moves that would appear to indicate fleeing or resisting.
“Slip this shirt and underwear on, and then I can guide you though the rest. Oh..ah...and handcuffs are mandatory for the intake. You'll be in a traditional prison cell with bars, but if you prove yourself we will allow you to go on a sort of work release program, and you'll get to move to one of those apartments you see over there.” the guard informed.
“I understand,” Kayle noted gently as she took the uniform and underwear, slipping on the underwear first, relief that her privates were now actually covered. Slipping on the uniform, she had to winch as it scraped across her bare breast, but she avoided letting out any sort of moan.
The shirt, really dress, was short sleeve, and went down about halfway between her waist and her knees, with she sleeves going just over her shoulders, about three inches down the length of her arm. It was comfortable enough in her opinion. It was dull with thick black and white stripes on it.
“Excellent, now to handcuff you,” the officer noted, producing a pair of handcuffs.
Kayle placed her hands behind her back, winching as the metallic rings locked her wrist into place. I should be freaking out...and I am. But why am I excited to experience this at the same time? She wondered to herself as she felt the officer grasp her upper arm and guide her through the prison system.
Letting out a small sigh as she suddenly began growing more frightful, albeit more excited at the same time, she soon found herself in a dressing room.
“I know that you just put the uniform on, but he have to do a cavity search,” the officer noted apologetically.
Reluctantly complying, she felt a full range of emotions as she was uncuffed and, as soon as she was undressed, guided through the motions of the body search. That was so weird...but not as unpleasant as I thought that it would be... she noted as she put her uniform back on, before being lead to a photo station, and then the fingerprint station. Looks quite different then the prints I had as a guy, she realized. But then again so do my hands...and the rest of my body.
Once done she was handcuffed again, hands behind her back as she was led at first outside and then into the large three story section labeled women's prison. Once inside, she could see two sets of hallways, with each one leading to a row of prison cells.
“First floor, Hall C- cell twenty-five,” the clerk in the center of the room noted.
“Got it ma'am,” her guide noted sharply, yet not aggressively as she gently guided Kayla into the cell block. “Try not to be too frightened by the iron bars, alright?” she requested as Kayla glanced around, getting an idea of what her living conditions would be like.
“Here we go,” the guard mused as they came to the last cell in the block, and as soon as she sliding bar door opened, Kayla found herself uncuffed. Walking in obediently, she gazed at the wall, her blue eyes shunting tight as the cell doors shut behind her.
Walking over to the prison bars, she experimentally grasped the bars, inwardly smiling as her feminine hands wrapped around the hatched wall of iron. This feels interesting, yeah my heart is sinking at the idea of being in prison, but at the same time my mind is racing with the thrill of the unknown. This feeling of excitement, dread, embarrassment, uncertainty, and curiosity...it's something else... she reflected. Especially when all combined into one.
After a good minute or so she allowed her fingers to slip loose of the prison bars and actually gaze around at her surroundings. Huh, okay then, I have a bed, not a very good one but it will do. I also have a small bookcase filled with magazines...a toilet with a fountain top, and an in cell shower that says once a day, cold only.
She walked over to the bookcase, which in her estimate could probably hold about a hundred and twelve regular dvd cases in it, and began going through the magazines, flipping though them until she found one that looked good enough in her opinion. It's almost all jewelry, home decor, home remedies, makeup, fashion, and all that jazz. Yuck...though I guess that I won't be too bored huh?
That was when she noticed a mirror above the sink. Why would a prison even have a mirror? She wondered in confusion. I mean, wouldn't the glass pose an issue...oh...that's right. Paper mirrors exist... walking over she gave herself a good glare. Try not to give the stereotype of blonds being dumb any more credibility than you have to... she growled to herself.
After a brief moment and blushing as she realized how incredibly stupid glaring into a mirror had to look, she relaxed, and took a deep breath. Okay then, to see what I look like, she determined, smiling as she saw freckles. I always thought that they looked cute on a girl, she smiled to herself. Blond hair, blue eyes, someone might make a bad joke about that, she snorted. But I do have to admit, I look good even if blond is technically my least favorite hair color, not that I hate it or think that blonds look bad.
She then noticed a comb and gently combed through her hair, nodding as she got it fairly decent. Hm...really glad I started off with long hair for some reason, had it been it's previous shorter length I kept it as back hen I was a guy...well...I think I'd feel uncomfortable. There's...just something that feels right about me having long hair as a girl...
Stepping back from the mirror she sat down on the bed to reflect, resting her hands in her lap, gazing outside the bars. Feels like I'm all caged up, she pouted jokingly, before lifting up her left hand and flexing it. Amazing...it operates the same way it did as a guy, but it feels so different. It's so much smother... She lowered it, before stretch her arms forward, gazing at her now overlapping hands.
Oh yeah...I can cross my legs now without...that...getting in the way, she smirked inwardly, before a new sensation hit her. Rushing over to the toilet, she quickly slid off her underwear, folded her dress-shirt up, and proceeded to pee.
Or the tried too. Come on Kayla, you did it so easily on the beach...then again that was involuntary where as this is... she found as she felt a steady stream come out, but it came out of the rear and not the front. Huh...the urge is gone now? She realized as she rose up, took one of the patches of toilet paper and wiped her butt before flushing it down the toilet as per request of the sign above the toilet.
So if that is what a girl feels like when she needs to poop, what does she feel like if she needs to pee? Kayla asked as she washed her hands in the fountain, before pausing to take a small drink. Lukewarm, excellent! She smiled as she started practically gulping down the water, before the paused herself from drinking too much. Doesn't taste as good as back home, but it'll work, she deduced.
Grabbing a magazine, she began to flip through one called cute Pokemon of the world, and this one appeared to be a cross of an atlas and a nature magazine. It was also one of the more thicker magazines of the batch, consisting of a hundred pages, practically an actual book if you will.
I'm from Alola, so I guess I should focus my study there. After all, I am going to be alone once I'm released...unless they decide to put me in a forced marriage or something... she blushed at the idea of herself not only having to navigate the confusion world of being in a woman's body but also having to please a man at the same time.
As open as I am to the idea of a relationship, I am not in no hurry to begin dating nor exploring the sexual side of femininity, she determined, blushing as she refocused on reading her book.
After a bit of time, she glanced up as she saw a guard slide a tray under a slot in the cell wall. Going over, she tentatively opened it up, spotting a spoon, a bowl of some sort of pinkish-purple liquid, another container contained two leaf wrapped items, and a bowl of rice. Glancing at the name, she saw something that looked like Poi on the lid of the pinkish-purple liquid, and that the leaf wrapped item was labeled Palusami.
Grudgingly, she decided to try what she had decided to call slop first, taking a spoonful of the pinkish-purple stiff, nearly gagging on it, before managing to swallow it. That was awful... she muttered to herself, before smiling. Let's do it again...
So Kayla turned the idea of eating what in her opinion look and tasted like crap into a game, each time she nearly barfed up the stuff, she'd imagine that she was being punished for something, like saying a bad word or breaking her mother's dishes or something. Before she knew it she had finished off the bowl.
Thank Maus that's over...when I get out I never wanna eat that stuff again! She groaned. But it does make for a fun game...gives me an idea if I don't get married...actually, she noted, an idea forming in her mind. She licked the spoon, trying not to gag on the little bit left, before eating the rice, grateful for something she was familiar with, despite not having ate actual rice in over a decade.
Her attention then turned to the two leaf wrapped objects. So do we eat the laves or... she prodded one, noticing that the leaf was cooked. Well, here goes... she muttered, taking a bite out of one, the mix oc coconut cream, onions, and beef filling her mouth. Not what I'm use too, but at least it can get it down easily, she mused, swallowing the bite after she had chewed it enough. Much better than that Poi crap.
The rest of the meal went relatively smoothly, no weird games, no nothing. As she got done, she placed all of the containers and the spoon back in the tray, and slit it outside of the whole as the instructions on the lid stated, with the top open. Sighing, she went over to her bed and sat down, picking up where she had left off of her magazine from.
I guess I'll try and start out with a Cutiefly...if I become a trainer after this I might go for a Rockruff, they seem pretty cute. But that is a decision for future me, right now I'm just trying to get through prison. Still, having an idea of what, if any pokemon I want to raise is a good idea.
She was about to get up and grab another magazine when the lights began to dim. I guess that means that it's time to go to bed huh? She mused, taking her magazine over to the rack and placing it back into it's proper place, before walking over to the fountain and brushing her teeth, surprised that she was not gagging on the toothpaste in the way her old body would, before making her way to the bed as the lights dimmed more.
Closing her eyes, she tried to go to bed, but sleep didn't come. Daring to open them, she gazed up at the ceiling as the lights dimmed to a more dark shade, with only a small night light at the edge of her cell and the neighboring cell room over in cell 24.
Come on, why don't you get to sleep! She urged herself after what felt like an hour of waiting. She turned to her side, trying to see if that was more comfortable, but her breast felt uncomfortable in this position. “Maus dammit!” she cussed in a whisper, before rolling back on her back and sighing.
Being in this cage I can handle. But being a girl...no wait...for some reason that's making this a bit easier, if only giving me something entertaining to explore. Shame it's doing nothing for my sleep pattern. Also...kinda used to being under covers at night... she admitted.
She nearly rose into a sitting position, but at the last moment remembered that she was in prison and that the guard would probably tell her to go to bed. Subconsciously, she began to play with her hair.
About a half our later she flinched as a bright light was shone in her cell, and she shut her eyes and shielding her face with her left hand as the guard let out a loud snort. “Women, you never know if they are just playing with their hair or trying to hide contraband in it,” the guard snorted before moving on.
Guess they would be worried about that, Kayla noted, before letting out a deep and annoyed breath. “Great...that got me wide awake,” she muttered to herself, before laying back down and resting her arms to her side, trying to will herself to sleep.
But instead her memory began to wonder. Not that I'm ungrateful to have at least a normal shot at life...I've got some serious questions that I've got to find answers for.
“I...I don't belong here.”
Kayla jolted as she heard the sob from the cell next door, and her natural intuition was to comfort the poor woman next door, but the fear of breaking the rules forced her to hold her piece.
“Miss Sara, you shoplifted,” the guard grumbled as he passed by, before gazing at Kayla. “Sit up on your bed if you want, as long as you sleep enough to work and don't break the rules we really don't
care about what you do in your cell at night.”
Thank you! Kayla gasped inwardly, promptly sitting on the edge of her bed and rested her hands in her lap, something she quickly realized was becoming a favorite position of hers. I wonder what kind of work I'll be doing in the morning? She asked herself.
She wasn't too sure when she had fallen asleep, but she woke up to the lights turning on. Rising up, she let out a stretch before the cell door opened. “Attention prisoners, it is time for your role call. I repeat...”
Kayla let out a small yawn and walked outside of the cell, standing at attention as the guard did a head count. “Alright, report to the breakfast area,” the guard noted.
Kayla followed the twenty one girls on her block, keeping to herself as she did not want to start anything. Just keep your head down, try to adjust to being a girl, and do your job, whatever you are assigned to do. You'll do fine, she reassured herself.
As she entered the cafeteria, she followed the girls in line, keeping her head in a somewhat neutral stance. Her plan worked as she made it to her tray without incident, and to her surprise there was no Poi, but rather a bowl of rice with three large sardines, and an egg sandwich.
She sat down and ate quietly, trying not to engage in any sort of conversation. If they see me as the shy kind of girl, that'll be good, right? She reassured herself, not entirely too sure what was the best way to go about conducting herself among other prisoners.
“Hey Blondie with the freckles, what'd you do to get in prison?” a darker skinned girl with raven hair asked.
“Pu..public indecency,” Kayla stammered, surprised that her plan failed so quickly.
“Hmm..weak . And here I was thinking that you tried slapping your boyfriend or something. That's what girls here in Alola tend to be in for these days. Used to be able to slap a boy bruised and unless he was your son or elder you'd get away with it,” the woman snorted.
So you assaulted your boyfriend huh? Kayla noted to herself, catching on to the projection this girl was...well...projecting.
“You new?” the girl huffed.
“Yeah,” Kayla whispered.
“Speak up will ya,” the girl huffed. “First night?”
“The first evening was quiet, got to read the magazines,” Kayla admitted. “The night though...took ages for me to fall asleep. Used to sleeping under a blanket.”
“Well yeah, all pamper princess sleep under a blanket.”
Can't exactly argue with her in a way... Kayla admitted.
“Kayla, you'll be on dishwasher duty for the next two weeks,” a guard informed her.
“Yes sir,” Kayla nodded earnestly, growing excited at the prospect of working. My first job! Awesome! She had to fight the urge to jump up and celebrate.
“Hmmp,” the girl who had spoken to her shrugged before going back to her meal.
Kayla soon found herself rising up and going into the dish-washing section, frowning to see all of the mess ready to be cleaned. That was until she glanced at her hands and became excited at the prospect of putting them to work.
“Well ladies, you'll be washing everything, so best get started newbies,” a raven haired girl with rather sharp eyes glared at them.
“Ye...yes ma'am!” a brunet stammered. Glancing at the nervous girl. Kayla took up a position next to her, and began washing some of the bowels that they had ate out of yesterday.
“Are we allowed to talk or...” Kayla asked.
“Indoor voices, and no fighting,” their overseer noted sourly. “I've got two more months left of my sentience and I sure as Giratina don't want it expanded because you two idiots did something wrong!”
“I understand” Kayla noted reassuringly, before focusing on the brunet. “Are you okay?” she asked quietly.
The brunet paused and gave her a frightened look. “W...why do you ask?” she stammered.
“You seem upset,” Kayla noted as she dried off the bowl she had been cleaning before moving onto cleaning a tray, one with dried droplets of Poi on it. She couldn't help but make a face at the memory of how bad it tasted to her yesterday.
“I'm in prison, any girl would be upset,” the girl noted.
And here I am, not exactly upset about it...yet. Give it a few days, Kayla chastised herself. “Well yeah, but what can we do but just serve our time and make the best of things, right?” Kayla asked.
“I shouldn't be here,” the brunet whimpered, looking like she was about to cry when their chaperon snapped at her.
“I'm Kayla by the way,” she noted as she proceeded to dry the tray and moved into a tray with half eaten Poi. “Really,” Kayla grumbled. Not too sure if I should be more upset at the waste of good food or at myself for not trying to eat only half of mine yesterday after I found out how awful it tasted.
“The Poi was good, wasn't it?” The brunet asked.
“No, it's not,” their chaperon snapped, causing the brunet to flinch again.
“You can speak normally to her you know,” Kayla deadpanned.
“Pfft.” the raven haired girl spat.
“Your...nice Kayla,” the brunet paused, before sighing. “Sara...my name is Sara. I...I was vacationing here in Alola when I kinda of put a candy bar into my purse, intending to buy, but I got distracted and walked out with it. Next thing I know I'm tackled by a store clerk, and despite my insistence to buy it, or even pay double for it, she called the police and I...well...here I am.”
“Public indecency, transported by an Abra or something like like,” Kayla muttered. “Still, while you did pass by point of sale, but I understand where you're coming from, Sara.”
“So you think that I should be here too,” Sara whispered in disappointment.
“Kayla said no such thing,” The raven haired girl muttered.
“S...sorry,” Sara sighed.
“It's alright. Yeah, you did technically break the law, but I don't think you deserved to be locked up, if you apologized and offered to pay for it,” Kayla noted gently.
“You...you'd be the only one,” Sara stammered as she got started on her fourth dish.
Kayla picked up her fifth dish and sighed. “Some people just love to see us pretty girls handcuffed or locked behind bars,” she noted dramatically. Oh that's ironic considering how many times you wrote about a girl going to jail! she chided herself somewhat teasingly. At least you seem to be taking the fact that you're currently a jailbird quite well.
“You...really think so?” Sara mused, pausing a moment as her blue eyes thought back, before sighing. “Maybe, but I think in my case the judge was more interested in trying to convict a tourist over wanting to see a pretty girl in bondage.
“My case was simple, I have no documents, found naked on a beach in front of a crowd, only a first name...even if I was teleported by an Abra like everyone including myself thinks, I need to be kept secure until they decide what needs to be done with me,” Kayla shrugged.
“Aren't you upset to be put in prison, though?” Sara asked.
Kayla shrugged. “I find it more interesting than frustrating, funnily enough.”
“You...are not like the other prisoners,” The raven haired girl noted.
“So what's your name?” Kayla asked, moving on to another tray.
“Akari,” the girl muttered. “Don't get any ideas about being my friend though, I'm just here to supervise,” she added.
“Gotcha,” Kayla noted respectfully.
“How do you do it Kayla?” Sara asked.
“Do what?” Kayla tipped her head.
“Stay so upbeat,” Sara paused and gazed at her for a moment, her blue eyes wide in a mix of emotions. “I mean, I feel like I want to break down every five minutes, and...well...I'm scared out of my wits.”
Kayla paused, unsure of how to properly say it. “I guess...I've been treating my arrest as if it were some sort of...er...not exactly game, but...”
“Are you serious?” Akari hissed. “Kayla, being arrested is no game.”
“That's not what I meant...” Kayla sighed. “But that fear, that shame, I feel it too. However, rather than let myself be consumed by it, I allow myself to feed off of them.”
“Sounds like you are treating it like a game,” Akari huffed. “Well, long as you do your work and obey the rules, it's no skin off my nose, as annoying as seeing a girl treat prison like a game is to me.”
“Sorry,” Kayla shrugged.
“I...honestly don't think that I could do that. You're pretty strong, Kayla,” Sara breathed.
“I think that everyone has their on way of dealing with spending time in prison,” Kayla began slowly. Just...try not to do anything that would cause someone to dislike you, or extend your time in prison if you can help it, alright?”
“Al...alright,” Sara sighed.
That is easier said then done though...Kayla realized.