Char

[SO. Char's finally figured out that all these random critters running around the place are not intruders and/or snacks, but students and/or staff. Naturally, he decided that he hasn't been nearly enough of an insufferable douche lately and he needs to STEP IT UP.

Selene, Lash, Sabrina, Kumatora, Peach, Nailah, and Samus: as the ladies-turned-pogles in this scenario, you are his targets. When you awaken this fine morn, you will find that you have LAID AN EGG. Samus, you've laid three. Why oh why didn't you listen to Brock??

In actuality, said eggs are merely fakes, taken from Ganondorf's old Sex Ed bag of magic. They are maybe lighter than a pogle egg should probably be, if you happen to be versed in the ways of pogle eggs, and if dropped or thrown they split neatly in half, letting out a tiny cloud of confetti. Yaaaay. Whether you are fooled by this oh-so-cunning prank is up to you. Just keep in mind, dude: Brock posted up them egg groups for a reason. I HEAR POGLES MAKE BABIES JUST BY HOLDING HANDS.]

*Charmeleon? Genderbent? Not bloody likely. His strategy: spend half the time in pokeform, because Charmeleons don't have sexual dimorphism. When pokeform's not practical? His shirts still fit, even if they're a bit baggy. Some bandages from his first aid kit take care of his two most prominent problems. It's not exactly comfy, but he'll suck it up. And... okay, he may have needed to ask Nyx for some pants to borrow, because his are too narrow in the hips. Either way, THIS DISGUISE IS FLAWLESS. If anyone says otherwise, THEY WILL GET PUNCHED. And Char has no reservations about hitting below the belt now.*