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The last defeated Dragon-type retreated to its Pokeball. The Gardevoir loomed tall over the battlefield.
Jacinthe approached the man, stone confidence on her face, every heel strike against concrete asserting her control.
"You wanted another rematch. I told you the price you'd pay so it wouldn't be a waste of my time. And you lost. I am collecting what I am due."
The punk stayed defiant even in defeat.
"Get back, you freak!"
Jacinthe kept moving forward.
The man did an about face, and tried to flee. Instantly, pink barricades just like the battle zones materialized, hard as a wall, cornering him like a rat.
"Leave me alone, princess!"
Jacinthe grew ever nearer.
Finally, the punk moved to desperation. His hands jittered for his front pocket, and pulled out a knife.
"L-Listen here, bitch! If you get even the slightest bit closer I'll-"
Jacinthe's gloved hand struck the arm holding the knife, and the weapon fell. Jacinthe grew intimately close. Her Gardevoir spun another Fairy-type attack in its clutches.
"You made a pledge to me that if I won, you'd obey me until you won." She insisted. "This is your fate now".
The punk's mouth stretched to spill more bile, but nothing came. Pink energy, a dazzling Fairy-type attack he'd never seen before, completely consumed his attention in a pacifying blast. His jaw went slack and his eyes went wide, letting so much pink inside. It seared him. Not his skin or his clothes, but something inside him.
A blinding pink trance came over him, making him effortless to take away as Jacinthe’s prize.
"Lebanne? Come over here. Show me how you look in your nice new outfit."
He didn't move, at first. He didn't want her to have any power over him.
"Lebanne? Stop this insolence now or there will be discipline."
He still didn't budge an inch. How had she even gotten him into this damn outfit?
Before he knew it, Jacinthe stood behind him.
"Lebanne." She boomed.
A big cowering flinch, unbecoming for him.
"Lebanne, I demanded your assistance and you denied me what I have earned. I was just enjoying the most splendid tea and you made me rise from all that... You're a bad girl, don't you know?"
"I'm not a woman! Stop with this shit! The moment I'm out of here, I'm calling the police on your ass for forcing me into... Into this!"
How disgustingly pretty he'd become. His long, wild teal hair had been tied up and domesticated, now a long pony tail reaching past his ass, all adorned in big ribbons. A maid's bonnet sat on his head, his frilly bangs now nice and smooth and obedient. Fuck, he even had make up on! Eyeliner, eyeshadow, and big nice pink lipstick all dolled up his face into something unrecognizable. He looked just like a woman... How had she done all this!?
That was all merely his face. His outfit... My god, this outfit! It looked like fetish gear or a slutty Halloween costume, but way too nice and silken to be anything but the real deal. A black uniform topped off with an elaborate frilly white apron made him positively adorable every step. His pale legs poking out from cute puffy pants sat on display, right below frilly white stockings that lead to terribly high heels. Even walking was an effort with this obnoxious Jacinthe woman around...
Jacinthe sterned up. "Lebanne, you must-"
"Stop calling me that! My name is-"
"I do not care what name you think you had, dearie." Jacinthe shook her head. "The fact of the matter is you're mine now and I can command you as I please."
He... "Lebanne", as this woman called him, struggled still.
"I'm not your butler!"
"That's correct." Jacinthe nodded. "You're my toy."
Lebanne fumed. He could snap back so much better at this rich bitch if only this outfit wasn't so distracting…
"What is this shit in my outfit!? It feels like there are lumps of clothing in there!"
Jacinthe nodded. "That's shapewear dearie. It will have to do until you build up some nice big breasts for me to admire."
...Breasts?
"What do you mean by that, what the fuck are you doing to me!?" He thundered.
"I'm making you a better servant. All servants work better when they're cute. Given how pretty you are as a girl, you'd look even cuter with an ample chest."
Every word Lebanne heard was more audacious than the last. "This is fucked up! YOU’RE fucked up. Leave me the fuck alone, you rich asshole!"
Jacinthe's eyes sunk, and her chipper smile faded. A hand reached for one of her Pokeballs, and snapped open.
"Gardevoir? Our newest maid doesn't much care for shapewear. Please relieve her of this burden."
Again that horrible Pokemon shimmered with life and Lebanne's eyes gleamed with pink. More of that insidious thing’s fairy magic and brain-warping psychic strength invaded Lebanne's brain unimpeded. Those eyes stretched so wide again. That jaw went completely slack, tongue lolling out around plump lips, drool dewing at their ends. The poor punk ripped off the street stood utterly helpless before the might of a little fairy magic.
"I thought I'd let him keep his boy memories, but they're clearly getting in the way. Start a nice drip feed of them into his chest, won't you Gardevoir?"
The radiating pink flexed and shimmered in different arrays, as the mighty Pokemon's power adjusted Lebanne's brain again, even down to how it governed metabolic processes. Jacinthe unbuttoned Lebanne's blouse and tossed that silly shapewear aside. Those girls would need room to breathe after a long stretch of fairy discipline.