Jessica watered her indoor flowers as the shop bell rang. She glanced over to be sure, but it was just Ms. Smith leaving following their transaction. It was a fairly calm day, just how Jessica liked it.


She mixed up another watering can of plant formula and headed to the hanging garden behind the shop. The vines and other plants almost seemed to grow out of the surrounding forest canopy, a style she'd been cultivating for years. She enjoyed watching the birds and bird-type pokemon flying over the forest as she watered her prized plants.


"I like your dress." The young voice sounded a bit nervous.


"Thanks, I made it myself," Jessica replied politely before remembering she was supposed to be alone out here. The voice had come from above, on top of the garden's trellis. She couldn't see who it was through all the foliage, but the figure seemed to be that of a young girl, albeit, a very agile girl capable of walking carefully atop the trellis without breaking anything.


"Could you make a dress for me?


Jessica followed the movements above trying to get a better idea of who the girl could be. "Um, why don't you come down here and …"


"Not supposed to," the girl interrupted. "I, I'm not supposed to let humans see me with no clothes. But how does Deeveeate get clothes unless someone sees Dee… me."


"Deviate? Is that your name, or what you are?"


She pondered a moment, sitting still above. "Yes. I am Deeveeate." She said it intentionally holding out the 'ee's. "I am, was an Eevee? Pokeballs don't work on me anymore."


Jessica moved around to one edge. "Why don't you come in? We can see about a dress."


Deeveeate perked up at that and scrambled over to where she held out her hand. The brown and tan puff of a girl looked no more than 8 years old. "Um, Deeveeate, where are you from? How old are you?"


The small girl sat down on one of the benches in the garden. "Uhh, I don't know. I was born in a jungle. Okoya, I think, or that might have been one we visited. I didn't have much sense of time till recently, and almost none before 8 years ago. I know my recent kits had just left to start their own families, and I was looking for a new mate. Every Eeveelution in the area wanted to mate with me, I was very desirable, but I had become picky and alone. I was looking for strong fathers to compliment the gift I would grant our kitts. That's when Dave caught me. Professor Socotra studied me, took samples, and I think she still has some of my eggs from before I changed."


Jessica blinked in confusion before collecting herself again. "I'm, I'm sorry, you just look really young to be a mother."


Deeveeate smiled. "I know. A gift of being an Eevee, we display signs of neoteny our entire lives, or until we evolve. I assure you, some of my grandchildren are already spreading my special gift through the Eevee population."


"There are others like you? Able to talk?"


Deeveeate looked at Jessica in confusion. "No. No, my gift. This," she gestured to her body, "this is new. I am still not used to it. To independence, to bipedalism, to learning via text, to social norms and expectations. You humans have so many rules for everything. You complicate simple things, like food. I've been learning to cook. And sex. You complicate the simplest drive in nature.
"Dave says I need to learn 'consent' and I tried to look it up, but we don't have many books, and the pokedex had nothing. The best I could find is that among humans a mother is supposed to teach her daughter the rules, or the other women of the village should. But I don't have other women or my mother. I don't remember her, but since she was wild, she is most likely dead by now. And she couldn't talk, so not very helpful."


Jessica slumped into the bench opposite Deeveeate. Looking at her it was impossible to think of her as anything but a child, yet here she was talking casually about a variety of very adult topics. It reminded her of the True Crime podcasts she sometimes listened to, the uncaring speech patterns of a sociopath. She clung onto the one detail her mind didn't want to shove away. "What is your special gift then, if not speech?"


"I can de-evolve. When I touch an evolution stone I only borrow its power instead of absorbing it entirely. Once I let go of it I am Eevee again. Some of my kitts, my children, inherited my gift. We 'deviate' from normal Eevees, because we can 'de-evolve' from our Eeveelutions, thus my name, Dee-vee-ate, hmm, the letter D, letter V, and number 8. I am DV8. Yeah, I like that, since there are also eight eeveelutions. I am D-V-8. DV8."


Despite the absurdity of everything she'd already heard, this claim sounded impossible. "If you can do that, I… Well, I'll need to see the other forms to make a dress that will fit all of them." She figured DV8 would try to weasel out of showing her, but then remembered that since she wasn't a trainer she didn't even have any stones to test it on, and evolution stones weren't exactly cheap.


"OK." DV8 jumped down from the bench and headed for the door to the shop. I can feel a couple stones in here."


Jessica followed sceptically. "I don't have any… Wait, no, those are only shards, the impure fragments we use to make lamps. That's not enough to evolve. Evolution stones are the rare pure stones, without flaws inside. These leaf lamps just help my plants grow, and even then it only works if I supply electricity."


DV8 looked up at the human with determination, "Then turn it on and lift me up. It will be enough for me."


Jessica humored her, lifting the humanoid Eevee up to the exposed socket. Just as she realized how bad this would be for a parent to do to their child the weight in her hands increased significantly throwing her off balance. She suddenly felt hands stabilize her from falling. Opening her eyes she found herself looking into cream colored cleavage. Looking up she saw a humanoid leafeon looking down at her with luscious lips and natural eyeliner.


DV8 pushed the human back upright then stood with one hand on her wide hips. "You know, I never asked what your name is. I think I was supposed to do that. People do that when they meet, right? And I'm people now."


"Usually." Jessica was still stunned at this revelation in a change to yet another thing she thought she had known. "Um, I'm, I'm Jessica. This is my shop. I sell flowers and some other plants."


"And you make dresses? Well, how about, I help your plants grow in exchange for a dress. This is my biggest body, so it's probably the one you would tailor to."


Her wits gathering slowly, Jessica looked over to the lamp and noticed that while it was still on, it barely emitted any light. Turning it off she watched as the voluptuous yellow-green goddess evaporated back down to a brown and tan little girl. "Yes. Let's do it."


"Hey, I wasn't done with that energy." DV8 protested, but then looked on in curiosity as the human, Jessica, opened some cupboards and riffled through various bits of cloth.


"We can't have you going around naked, especially in your adult forms. Kids sometimes get a pass for it in small towns like this, even if people will give their parents a sideways glance, and your fur covers things fairly well, but not as an adult, no siree. Your cooch and boobs were hella on display, and can't have that in public."


Jessica threw a dress to DV8. "Put that on and I'll tailor it for you. It's not big enough yet, but I've got some tricks. I can add some elastic panels, and, and, um, …" Jessica hesitated as she looked behind her.


Wearing the large dress, DV8 crawled up behind Jessica sniffing intently at her rear. "Jessica, why do you smell like a woman in search of a man?"


Jessica quickly pulled the skirt of her dress tight. "Um, I'm, not. I, don't even… I mean, let's just make your dress."


DV8 smiled, "Did my other body excite you? I have comforted the needs of other Eevee mothers, maybe you can teach me how humans do."


"No, no, I can't. That's, no, it's wrong. Human women don't… love, other women like that. That's why I live all the way up here, I'm a useful outcast. Since I won't marry a man, I live alone, and I'm supposed to die alone, a spinster. 'Don't influence the girls,' 'don't lead on the boys,' …. I'm doing everything I can to be good enough for my village even though I'll never give them what they want from me."


DV8 crawled up and hugged Jessica's arm looking into her eyes. "Children? I get it. I don't know the same pain, but before Dave, that was all the value I had, making babies with my gift. You and I could be together for now."


Jessica squirmed and shook her head. "Tempting offer, but, not like you are. I know you aren't a kid, but, that body… no. And besides, what about Dave?"


"Dave will always have my heart, mind, or soul, or whatever, and someday I want to have his children, but my bodies are here, with you. Why not enjoy each other? Maybe, for right now, pretend this form of mine is your little girl. When I transform, that body is your mate, your girlfriend."


Jessica bit her lower lip at the idea of it. "Wife?" she softly whispered, not expecting to be heard. DV8 nodded so Jessica went on. "How long can you stay? It might take a couple days to fix up the dress."


"That's fine, Dave went to Kojito for a gym battle. I couldn't go since I have no clothes. I should go back to our camp in a week or two."


Jessica hugged 'her little girl' with a wide smile. "Then once I finish this dress, you and I are going into town for some extra sewing supplies, and some lessons in human etiquette. And at night, I might have a high power bill this month, but I want to explore every inch of that big creamy yellow body, every green crevice."