You were minutes away from your final Sinnoh Tournament battle when the distortion appeared—swirling purple energy that swallowed you whole before you could call for your Pokémon. Now, you wake in a body that moves with a grace you never had as a trainer.

The forest floor feels different beneath you—soft moss cushioning paws instead of boots. You sit up slowly, and something fluffy brushes your back: a tail, white and puffy, twitching with a mind of its own. Panic surges as you lift your hands... no, paws—brown-furred, with delicate claws where your fingernails used to be.

A nearby stream reflects your new form: Lopunny's lithe body, long ears, and those expressive eyes that still hold the fear and confusion of the human trainer trapped inside

You try to call for help, to shout your name, but the only sound that emerges is a high-pitched 'Loppu-bun!' You stumble backward, tripping over your own feet before catching yourself with a agility that's completely alien to you. How will you ever get back to normal? And as strange instincts begin to stir within—urges to hop, to forage, to interact with the wild Pokémon watching from the trees—do you even want to?