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"Nnngh...huh...?" Whitney said, vision a little blurry... and everything so dark. She felt groggy, her head was hurting, her body felt sluggish. Where was she? How did she get here?

She tried to sit up, but was desensitized by the lack of light...and just felt so heavy!

"Mil...miltank...moooo" she heard from near her.

"Miltank?!" she gasped out, looking toward where she heard the sound come from, though she could only barely make out a figure there. "Is that you?! Are you okay?!"

"Mmn...muu..." the Miltank said from where she was, sounding about as confused and frightened as Whitney herself did.

"Ah. So you two are finally awake," came another voice from the dark, as if from between Whitney and her Miltank, causing them both to yelp with a startled gasp.

"Who...who are you?! Where am I?! Let me go, please!" Whitney said, already on the verge of tears, as the voice came again.

"You're free to go whenever you please, really." The voice was so...chilling in its cool, calm, almost monotone... just who was--

Her thoughts were interrupted with a flash of light, making her close her eyes reflexively as the room lit up with the flip of a switch. She winced in pain as her eyes had to quickly readjust to the light...

The room slowly came into view...florescent lights, the tiled floor, the tables of equipment, the stretcher she lay upon...ah there she was! Wait, why was she seeing herself from a third person perspective...? Was this what they called an out-of-body experience?

She then froze when she reached her "head," or what she thought was her head on the other body across from her...? Was...was that Miltank?!

Quite naturally, she snapped back to look down at herself, and saw what she had expected, yet feared at the same time...

Stubby body...the pink skin and...yellow belly with the four pink teats...?!

She was about to scream when she was cut short by the ghastly figure that stood at the light switch, speaking up again, "You're not strapped down. The door is unlocked. Your equipment is on the table next to you. You can go anytime."

There was an almost sadistic glee behind that monotone, or that's what she perceived it as...this ghastly...witch-like figure wasn't showing any sort of expression.

Another button was pushed, as the stretchers raised on an incline to force the two girls off, landing on their feet. Both lost their balance pretty quickly, stumbling around. Whitney with her stubby legs... wait, were they her legs or Miltank's legs?! Miltank was having enough trouble on her own...!

"What did you do to us?!" Whitney said, speaking between stumbles. "Why...why am I a miltank?! Why did you turn Miltank into me?!"

"I didn't turn you two into anything" the woman said with a shrug. "I just popped your heads off" she said, making a gesture like lifting a ball off a table, "and swapped them around" she said, crossing her arms through each other. "Pretty simple, really."

Wait... so this really IS Miltank's body?! How does that even work...and...and...

"WHY would you do this?!"

"No real reason beyond wanting to see what happens. Now then, will your body adjust fine? Will your head try to reorganize the body into a human body best it can? Or will your body try to change your head? What will happen to the Miltank there? The same thing? Will you become some freakish midway hybrids? Will nothing happen? Will there just be a total rejection and shut down? Who knows, that's what I want to see."

She didn't really understand a word she said through all the confusion, frustration, and fear...

"Will you start to behave like a Pokemon? If you do that fucking annoying rollout again, will the body respond with a reflex or will the Miltank-headed you over there do it?"

"You...you...!" Whitney couldn't really think of much else to say... this body...she was beginning to feel it... heavy, sloshy, milk filled...her Miltank looked angered too, but couldn't do much with its human body...

The woman put a hand to her chin, "Let's get back to your gym already. I want to challenge you two to a battle and see if your lame rollout tactic works this time."

The woman casually strolled in front of them, opening the door. "So are you coming or not?"

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Like many people, Eve did not have a good time fighting at the Goldenrod City Gym. So she figured she would handle this in her own way...

I've been wanting to try to do a headswap and thought Eve was the perfectly dark sort of Dr. Frankenstein type of character to do it. Obviously I won't concern myself with the technicalities of it all.

Is this a headswap or a bodyswap...? I put it down as both anyway.

The main picture's context is different than this story, which isn't really a TF story as no TF actually happens in it, and I guess is more of a post-TF story...?

Oh well. That's Eve for you everyone, messing with people who frustrate us in Gold/Silver xD

(Whitney/Miltank belong to their respective owners, as Eve is an original character created by me)