So! me posting commissioned TFs aren't the most common, but I really loved working with   DetectiveCoon on this one, and it inspired me to actually write something! So enjoy Dc's art, and my little short story.

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It was with caution that Trevor met the Professor's eye, and a slight frown to match the blonde's grin. His eyes flicked down to the book being presented to him for a moment. "You want me to proofread a book?"

"Yep!" Professor Pinecoon all but chirped. "You always talk about how much more of a reader than a gamer you are. I'm making fun little informational pop-up books for kids! Just want you to flip through it and make sure it's good for publishing! This is the editing proof so have fun with it!"


Trevor let a beat or four pass. He loved working in the lab, but the professor did like pulling little jokes on the crew. "Project pay?"

"Project pay!" Professor said, giving a thumbs up.

Yep. Something was going to happen. Still, a bonus was a bonus. Trevor took the book wearily, waiting to see if anything would happen, and when nothing did, gingerly set it down. "I'll check it out later."

"Thanks, Trev!" Professor said as he hurried off out the door.

Trevor gave the book the occasional glance as he finished up his report on the last transformation he went through, and after an hour he was at least convinced it wasn't just a contact trigger. He did a final proof of his report, saved his progress and sent it off before looking at the new project time.


The book itself was unassuming, just some wild grass and a pokeball on the cover, and a picture of the professor in his zigzagoon form on the back and a blurb. He circled a spacing issue before flipping through.

Sure enough, it was an introduction for being a trainer in a child friendly way. Little pop ups about the pokemon center, marts, routes and pokeballs. Partway there was a feature for a spotlight pokemon, and while the raichu facts all seemed right, it was missing the art.

"Wait a tick..." Trevor's fingers tingled, pins and needles. He glanced at it, and swore softly. His fingers were flattening out and blending together. He was starting to feel them stiffen and compress too, taking on the texture and appearance of thick glossy cardstock.

"Oh that sneaky raii!" Trevor managed as the transformation spread. Ribbons of paper peeled off the page and danced around him, and the sensations blossomed randomly across his body. His voice shifting from human-speak to poke-speak as his face was pulled and tugged into an orange muzzle with the signature yellow cheek pouches, the odd sensation as paper sparks flicked from them.

His legs pulled and shifted, pressing down into folded and creased material as the book circled him. He found keeping balance hard as some parts of him lost mass rapidly as his shifted to paper, and the floating book was quick to take advantage. His raised leg stuck to the open page that pressed against it, and his folding body was pulled towards it.

Trevor squeaked a few more panicked 'rai's and 'chu's before his head and neck flattened and his voice was gone. A tail unfolded behind him, part of it also connecting to the book before extending into the signature blade, his cardstock body shifting and posing on the artwork of grass above the informative paragraphs.

Weirdly, he could distantly feel the rest of the book, in a vague slightly numb and detached sense.

Then the book closed, and Trevor found his body collapsing on itself even more, crumping along the fold lines, arms against chest, face folding into itself and then back against his back before the weight of the book, nothing to a human but insurmountable for his current state of a couple inches of folded paper, ensured him was pressed together and trapped in the dark.

Annoyingly, he had to admit it was weirdly cozy, being folded and compressed and pressed down with just himself. For all his irritation, he gradually drifted off in a doze....

There was a thud he felt through his whole altered form, and he could only assume the book had fallen. He wasn't sure how much time passed before there was motion again. Something had picked him up, or the book up? Was he the book? Well, part of it. It was a weird feeling, like feeling someone touch the bed you were in. Pages turned, pressure eased ever so slightly, then a rush as his spread was opened, his form pulled apart, upright and upfront with a pop, light rushing in from the darkness of being closed and folded, in an abrupt sudden transition that would have had a living head spinning.

Instead, the world just snapped back into existence, and the grinning face of the professor, in his pokeform, was before him. "So! How's the book?"

Trevor wanted to scowl but his form and design didn't quite allow for that, though he could feel the words he wanted to say 'print' out on a speech bubble on the page.

"Sorry Trev. I can only speak pokemon, not read it!” Professor said, eyeing the rais and raichus that filled the bubble. Then his face lit up, ears perked and grinning. “Maybe I can get someone to help with a language guide… Great idea, Trevor!"

And then the book was closed again, Trevor collapsed back down to carefully and artfully folded layers of paper in the middle of a book.