Looks? Let Me Show You My Looks

Looks? Let Me Show You My Looks

I take it up a notch, pinching her nipples through her clothes, and that's when Misty snaps out of her daze. "Stop!" she exclaims, her voice firm but laced with a hint of embarrassment.

I play the role of the innocent Pokémon, freezing in place, my eyes wide with confusion.

I stop immediately, looking up at her with a hurt expression, and ask in a pitiful tone, "Didn't you like my thanks?"

Misty's anger deflates, replaced by a mixture of concern and embarrassment as she takes in my vulnerable face. She thinks I might have genuinely misunderstood something, and she tries to explain it to me in a gentle tone.

"Ditto, this isn't how you say thanks. You shouldn't do this," she says, her cheeks flushing slightly.

I tilt my head, looking puzzled, and ask, "But why were those people I saw doing it, then?"

Misty's face turns a deeper shade of red, but she tries to power through the embarrassment. "This is called a kiss, Ditto. It's...only people who love each other do that."

I blink, my expression blank, and ask, "Love? What's that? Can you eat it?"

Misty's face turns an even deeper shade of red, and she looks like she's about to implode from embarrassment. "N-no, you can't eat it, Ditto," she stammers. "Love is...it's a feeling, okay? It's when you care about someone deeply."

I nod, my eyes wide with curiosity, and ask, "So, it's like when I'm hungry and I care about food deeply?"

Misty's face contorts in a mix of frustration and amusement. "No, Ditto, it's not like that at all," she says, trying to laugh it off. "You're not getting it, are you?"

I shrug, still looking puzzled, and Misty takes a deep breath, trying to explain it further. "Look, Ditto, when people love each other, they show affection in different ways. The kiss I told you about, it's one way. But it's not something you do with just anyone, okay?"

I nod again, trying to process this weird human thing. "Okay, I think I get it. So, love is like...special food for the heart?"

Misty's face falls, and she looks at me like I'm hopeless. "Ditto, you're not even close," she says, sighing.

Misty tries to explain again, speaking slowly and clearly, but I just nod and smile, acting like I'm understanding her perfectly.

Finally, I snap my fingers and exclaim, "Oh, I get it now!" Misty's face lights up with excitement, thinking that I've finally understood what she's been trying to say.

"You must haven't liked my thanks because I have these," I say, pointing to my boobs and face, looking at her with a clarifying tone. "You must haven't liked it because I'm a biological female, or that's what humans say."

Misty's face falls, and she groans, rubbing her forehead. "That's not what I meant, dummy..." she mutters, shaking her head.

I look down, as if I've just noticed my state of undress. "Oh, yeah! I guess I am," I say, as if that was a normal fact.

She covers her face with her hands, as if trying to get away from the sight of my naked body. "T-turn around, Ditto! Put some clothes on!"

I almost wanted to laugh on seeing her still peeking from between the finger's gaps.

Misty's eyes widen as I take a step closer to her, my naked body towering over her. "C-Clothes? Why? Is this any problem?" I say while stretching my body, taking a feel of the new physique.

"What do you mean? You don't know what clothes are?" she asks almost curiously, her voice shaking slightly.

I maintained my innocent expression somehow.

"I don't know, Misty. You're always wearing those weird skins on your body. I thought they were a part of you or something," I say, my tone dripping with confusion, but God knows how I am keeping the smile from slipping out of my lips.

Misty's face turns an even deeper shade of red as she realizes I'm completely serious. "T-those are clothes, Ditto! You're supposed to wear them to cover yourself!" she explains pointing toward her clothes, her voice barely above a whisper.

I take another step closer, my body inches from hers and lean down to take a closer look at her clothes.

"Oh, I see. So, I'm supposed to wear those skins to cover this?" I ask, gesturing to my body.

Misty's eyes dart back to my face, her gaze locked on mine. She looks like she's about to collapse from embarrassment.

With a flicker of my mimic ability, I conjure up a simple white t-shirt and a pair of tight-fitting pants. The fabric stretches to accommodate my muscular physique, highlighting my impressive chest, shoulders, and arms. My pants are tight enough to showcase my strong legs and...ahem...other assets.

Misty's eyes widen as she takes in my new attire, her face still flushed from earlier. She looks like she's about to collapse from embarrassment, but at least she's no longer staring at my naked body.

I strike a pose, flexing my muscles to show off my magnificent physique. "How's this, Misty? Do I look good?" I ask, grinning from ear to ear.

Misty can't help but stare. Her eyes are glued to my body, her face flushed with a mix of surprise and admiration.

"Mmmm, y-yeah... it looks... it looks reeeally good... "

Misty's eyes glaze over, her voice trailing off as she continues to stare at Ditto's body. Suddenly, she snaps out of her daze, her expression changing from admiration to embarrassment.

"No, no, no! I didn't mean that! It's not... it's not good at all! You're... you're being indecent!"

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