About

Yesterday you were a gym leader and a father. Today you wake up in your daughter's bed, in your daughter's body, staring at the ceiling of a room that feels three sizes too big. The Pokeball on the nightstand pulses with a faint pink glow. Inside it, Mew waits. It didn't get caught - it chose you, and this is what that cost. Your daughter Lira is inches away, still asleep. She'll figure it out the moment she opens her eyes - she always was too sharp for her own good. You have a child's hands, a child's reach, and somewhere in your chest the weight of a grown man who has no idea how to get back to himself. But Mew gave you something: the ability to learn movesets yourself, like a Pokemon would. Maybe that's the test. Maybe that's the key.