[Bimbofication, Brain Drain]

"So, you're from Unova, huh? Not Kalos like those other Hex Maniacs?"

"Mmhm. What about it?"

"Mind if we head over there for a lil' fun time as two young gals who just can't help but enjoy a bit of fun in the sun?"

"I'd... I'd rather not. I stay out of the sun for a reason, Beatrice."

"Come on. What, are you chicken? You, the great Pam Isla, scared of a bit of sun? And here I thought the girl that handed me my butt was as fearless as the Ghost types that she loved to smash against my poor little puppers and kitties."

"Fine, fine, just stop rubbing it in. And don't try to hype me up either! I'm good, I'm not that good!"

"Glad to know you've got my back, bestie."

That was the conversation that ended up landing a young Hex Maniac in the proverbial hot water. When she really just wanted to avoid heading home to the region she had been born in. It was the one place she never wanted to return, and here she was being practically goaded into going back home because she couldn't take a dare sitting down. Because of course she couldn't.

Pam sighed as she looked out at the beaches of Undella Town. Not only was this one of the sunniest places in the entire region of Unova, but it happened to be her home town. Thankfully her parents had long since moved and accepted her lifestyle, but that didn't mean she wanted to be back here. All she wanted was to stay inside and relax and maybe read a couple of books as she gave all of her spare attention to her pokemon. Not... Get grilled by that damned sun that kept shining down on her. At least she had put on some sunscreen...

"Wow! I never expected a town to be this sunny!" Beatrice, the Beauty that had coerced her to come here, had abandoned her usual black and white dress back at the house they had loaned, going for a nice checkerboard-patterned bikini that really emphasized her assets. "You sure you're not going to start melting in that dress of yours, Pam? I bought a cute bikini for you, I think it'd look much better when you start getting tanned."

Pam rolled her eyes at Beatrice's attempt to get her near-naked. "I'll be fine, Beatrice. I can handle a bit of sun. Besides, it's not like I'm going to actually start walking around in the sun." She said, grinning ever slightly as she held up a book and the parasol that she had brought with her from the house. "I'm just gonna go get me a nice spot on the beach, where the sun won't burn my eyes out, and then I'm going to go lie there and read from my tome. You can go have fun in the ocean if you want, that's fine by me."

Beatrice narrowed her eyes a bit at that attitude. "You said you weren't scared of coming home. So you're just scared of the sun? Is that it?" She tried to tease her friend into going along with what she wanted, grinning a bit as she prodded Pam's cute cheek. "You know you're not proving yourself to be as great as you claimed yourself to be when we first met. I'm starting to think you might've been full of hot air, and that I'm one clever little trick away from reversing our little scoreboard."

"You just never said anything about actually being active in the sun. I win this one, Beatrice." Pam let her smile widen as she remained nice and immune to her friend's attempts to bully her, before walking right past her and jamming the parasol into the sand. "Besides, I didn't bring my Pokemon with me. I wouldn't go in the water without them." She muttered, a brief blush sneaking its way onto her cheeks. That was the true reason she wanted to just read. Her Pokemon were getting some special treatment at the Pokemon Center, and she didn't want them to miss out on the water fun if she just dove in right here and now.

Beatrice let out a bit of a snicker. Of course that was Pam's reason. Underneath her facade the girl just wanted to have her buddies enjoy themselves with her. "Fine, fine. You just enjoy your book, I'll wake you up when it's time to go have fun with everyone. But don't blame me if I end up finding some cuties that you'd enjoy while you're napping." She chimed, blowing a kiss towards her hex cutie as she headed straight for the waters at the edge of the beach.

Pam frowned a bit. She wasn't into those kinds of people. Well, she liked to say that she wasn't, but her upbringing did mean that she had a keen eye for cuties and hotties. Mostly because her parents had been like that and they always tried to make her remember that she had to find the right one at some point. They were also why she didn't want to stay in Unova, but they did ease up. Now she was all alone for a while, and she could enjoy her book.

"Now... Where was I with this one..." The Hex Maniac muttered as she brushed a hand through her shoulder-length hair and slowly poured her eyes through the many pages of the tome that she had brought, letting them glaze across the Unown script within. She always did wonder why people would use them as a script, but it was something that still eluded her even after she had taken the classes to learn about them. And it did mean that she could read a lot more than most others could, so it wasn't like she had that much of an issue.

All that she had to do was just... read... And then... figure out... what the magic words within the tome... were...

Zzzz...

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"Paaaam..."

Zzzzzz...

"Paaaaaaam..."

Zzz... zzz...

"PAM!"

The sudden shout was enough to jolt the Hex Maniac straight out of her very deep sleep, the young girl practically jumping onto her feet before she smacked her head straight into the parasol above her, knocking her back down onto the sand with a bit of a bump on her head. And now she had a headache to contend to as well, joy.

"Hwwhhhah... D-Damnit, Beatrice..." Pam muttered as she slowly rubbed the bump on the back of her head, all while carefully inching her way onto her feet. "Y-You could've just shook me, that would've done just fine. You couldn't have woken me up any other way..?"

"You know that wouldn't work. The last time I tried shaking you awake, you made your Pokemon toss me through the window and catch me on the other side. Or at least, that's what it felt like they did, but they probably just put me in a temporary nightmare and I'm not dealing with that junk again even when they're not here!" Beatrice replied with a huff and a big puffy pair of cheeks as she crossed her arms and looked down at her friend. "Besides, you've been napping for like two hours and you showed no sign of waking up. Somebody had to do something."

Pam groaned as she felt the extremely warm sun shining down on her, prompting her to cover her eyes with her hand to try and not have the glare burn into her eyes. "T-thanks." She muttered. Because Beatrice was right. She probably did need somebody to wake her up before something bad would happen. Otherwise... Well, she could get swept away by a tidal wave that came crashing onto shore, somebody could steal her tome, somebody could steal her Pokemon because she wasn't back at the center to pick them up on time, she could end up just tossing and turning and getting herself buried in the sand like she nearly did when she was younger...

"Don't mention it. That's what besties are for, right?" Beatrice chimed, chuckling as she slowly stretched and let the water on her skin pour down into the sand below. "Mind if I borrow your towel? Mine's still drying after the last time I got out of the water and I really need to get dry before I go get some lunch for the two of us."

Pam slowly nodded as she rolled off the towel, only to realize one or two crucial details that seemed to be very off. The first was the lack of the tome that she had been reading, though she could attribute that part to Beatrice putting it away in one of her many purses while she had slept. The other... The other was a lot more worrying, as she looked at her hands and realized the obvious had happened.

Pam Isla had acquired a tan. Not just a little tan either. Despite the fact that she had been sleeping with most of her body covered, her entire body was now a nice shade of brown. Which rather nicely contrasted her friend being pale white still. And the only thing that the young girl could do as she noticed this was slowly and shakingly get up from the ground, her heart pounding as she did her best not to freak out right then and there.

Beatrice, however, could definitely tell that something was up with Pam. So she grab the tanned Hex Maniac's hand and squeezed it tight. "Hey. Eyes up here." She said, putting her finger under the young lady's chin and forcing her to look straight into her eyes. "is this why you didn't want to return to Unova? Because you tanned really easy? Or was there a different reason that you could've just told me from the very beginning?"

"...More than this, but please just let me head back to the house before this gets any worse than it already is." Pam replied with a dour tone in her voice. This was one thing she didn't want to reexperience. Because once she got tanned, the other elements that came with having a beach bod would no doubt soon follow. At least, that's what she remembered from when she was way younger. And her parents were always happy to enable it, so it would be hard for her to forget the process.

Her bestie patted her on the head and carefully caressed her tanned cheek. "What's so bad about it? You're still Pam, silly. Here, I'll just keep an eye on you. What's the worst that could happen when I'm with you?" The confident Beauty chimed, before pulling her hands back a bit as she realized how hot the girl really was. "Also you might want to just take a dip in the water to deal with the fact you're practically sizzling. Seriously, how did you go right past red and straight to tan if you're this hot?"

Pam smiled the tiniest bit. She didn't know. But it was still nice to have Beatrice's support even though she couldn't possibly know what could happen. Oh well, she was right. She did need to get a nice swim, otherwise... Well, she'd probably just cook to the point where her brain would leak out her ears and she'd be a giggly beach bimbo like her parents were. Then she'd skip all the other ways she'd turn into one. But she'd rather not do that, so cooling off was probably the best bet.

"Do you have any Pokemon that know Water type moves, Beatrice? I don't think it'd be a great idea for me to go splashing into the  ocean when I'm still wearing this." The Hex Maniac said while pointing to her dress. She wasn't going to take it off as she had previously said, so she'd have to get soaked another way.

"Nope. None on me. Went in the water to just swim around and enjoy the sun. Buuuuut..." Beatrice chimed as she put her fingers to her lips and whistled into the air, trying to get the attention of something. What could she be trying to attract..? Wait. Oh. Oh no, please don't say she's grabbing-

In the span of a few seconds, several Wingull manaaged to land on both the Beauty's arms and her head, each of them looking as proud as they could be to have a good human friend. Unfortunately, this was something that she had a tendency to do. Befriend birds even though she wasn't big on Flying types. They liked her a lot because she always waved to them and they saw that as some sort of kind gesture.

It was only as bad as it was because if there was one thing that Pam disliked, it was how affectionate those Flying types usually ended up. Something that she had grown quite tired of ever since she went to Hoenn that one time. She practically drowned several times with how affectionate Beatrice got with her various Flying types as they kept on swarming her and knocking the Hex Maniac off her Pokemon. Thankfully it was never actually serious enough to the point where she couldn't get back up, but she really didn't want to see another Flying type. Not right now.

"Okay. So you befriended a bunch of Wingull. Please don't tell them to use their moves on me all at once." Pam tried to be cautious as she backed away very slowly, her body making her pant as it grew hotter and hotter from being in the sun. She knew she needed it. But she also knew that it was going to hurt a lot if she got hit with all that water before even having a chance to prepare herself. Surely Beatrice wasn't just going to-

"Okay, Everyone! Water Gun!"

Pam desperately tried to shield herself from the impending bursts of water that kept being fired at her courtesy of the many obedient Wingulls that listened to their buddy's commands, but it really didn't work. She could keep her face from getting too wet, yeah, but that didn't mean the water stopped splashing around, making it weigh down her dress and make her grow even wetter than she wanted to be. She just to get quickly washed by something like a localized Rain Dance, or even just smothered by a brief Water Pulse even if it would leave her completely dizzy. Not getting peppered by what was essentially a Water Machinegun!

Once the onslaught of Water Guns finally came to an end, Pam had actually started to sink into the sand from how wet it and she had gotten. And she hated it. Well mostly the fact that she felt the sand digging in between her toes and getting way too cozy with the crevices of her body. But she also hated that she was so damned wet. And it wasn't even the kind of wet she'd feel if she had been cooking in the sun for too long... She was pretty sure it wasn't the same but she wasn't about to check while Beatrice was looking at her.

"Next time you think of something like that." Pam muttered as she carefully started to brush away at her hair to make sure that it didn't get in her eyes. "Tell me beforehand."

Beatrice chuckled a bit at how her hair had gotten in her eyes. And how incredibly wet she looked. Well, it had done a number on her, but it should've cooled her down too. "And where'd the fun in that be? You keep spooking me with your buddies, it's only fair that I pay you back here and there, oh great Pam Isla." She chuckled and giggled, the Wingull all chuckling along with her. They were like peas in a pod, which only served to make the experience that much more annoying.

"At least they only used Water Gun. I'd be dead if they hit me head on with Hydro Pump or something." Pam said as she shook herself around a bit, trying to lift her feet out of the wet sand only to realize that her feet were basically buried in the heavy and mud-like sand. Leaving her with even more to be annoyed about. "Oh. Great. You doused me so much I can't move. That's reaaal nice, Beatrice."

Beatrice laughed a bit nervously as this was indeed her fault. "Weeelll... Maybe a bigger Flying type can help? Hold on, I think I see one up there!" She said, whistling as the many Wingull started to fly off her as she tried to call down one of the real big ones. Anything to help her buddy out even though it would probably and actively make it all wrose.

"Arceus help me." Pam muttered as she looked up and watched a rather large looking Pelipper descending from the sky. It didn't take a genius to know what was coming, and so she just did her best to steel herself for the upcoming burst of water that was going to hit her straight in the face and knock her out of the sand.

The Pelipper flew down to the nice girl who whistled after it, seemingly pleased to be called upon, before looking at the Wet Maniac in front of it. She seemed to be rather stuck, so it knew what to do, as its beak started to fill up with lots and lots of water.

"Alright, Pelipper! Hydro Pump!" Beatrice cried out as she even tossed her hand forward like the Pokemon belonged to her, with the oversized Flying type firing a steady stream of bubbly water straight at the girl in front of her, aiming to knock her loose from the water.

Whatever Pam was prepared for, the Hydro Pump definitely wasn't it. Because the moment she thought she could endure it and only get slightly knocked away, she got straight up launched far into the air and splashed straight into the water with her head meeting the water's surface first. Making it not only a disaster of an experience with how fast she had been launched, but also a slightly painful one from the whiplash of making contact with the water!

'I hate this so much.'

Pam thought to herself as she drifted further and further under the surface of the water, weighed down by the sheer amount of water that had been soaked into her dress. And yet despite how much she hated it, she couldn't help but admit that it was... A little fun. Mostly because she was enjoying this with Beatrice. And though that Beauty wasn't exactly the smartest girl, she knew how to talk her into things that she would've enjoyed if she just stopped being so stubborn.

Well, better go up and make sure she didn't freak out just because she got launched into the ocean. So with her mood significantly improved by admitting that she was just a big stubborn idiot, something that she definitely didn't want Beatrice to know because she'd just let it hang over her head until she achieved total victory over everything that happened today, Pam swam back to the surface. Not at all noticing the purple hair dye that was being washed into the water as she swam because she was way too busy trying to fight against the weight of her incredibly soaked dress.

Once she made it to the surface of the water, she could see the black-haired beauty standing on the edge of the beach, waving towards her to try and make sure that she was alright. Something that Pam could easily answer by raising an arm above the surface of the water and waving back, letting her friend know that she was alright while she started swimming back to shore.

"Oh, Pam, I didn't mean to do that. I mean, I meant to knock you out of the sand, but I didn't mean to knock you twenty feet in the air when you weren't ready for it!" Beatrice profusely apologized as she slammed the palms of her hands together and rapidly bowed down and lowered her head and made herself look as sorry as possible. She always took her gravest offenses seriously, because this could've done a lot worse than give her friend a mild headache.

Pam just shook her head and chopped her friend across the forehead. "What matters is that you're sorry. At least I'm not burning anymore." She said with a smile, brushing her hand through her hair as she started to wring it to make sure that she didn't have water stuck between the strands... Aaaand then she noticed that it wasn't the usual color and her face turned pale white.

Her hair dye had washed out, and her true haircolor was revealed. She was a Platinum Blonde. And when combined with her tan, it just made her look even more fit for the beach than she already was. Which was part of why the girl didn't like going back to Unova because one way or another she'd fall into her old habits before she carved out her own interests in life. She didn't want to be a beach bimbo, even if Beatrice told her that it'd be alright.

"Ooo. You never told me you dyed your hair." Beatrice said, recovering quickly from her mistake. Only to then realize that she had made another mistake. "I wasn't supposed to know that, was I?" She asked, and Pam just nodded. "Whoops. W-Well, it doesn't look bad. And it kinda fits your usual outfit, you know? Maybe... Maybe we could try and go back to Paseo and try out as a brand new team, with you as like, 'Pam Blanco'!"

"That's the worst idea I've ever heard come out of your mouth. And you already launched me into the sea so that's an extremely impressive feat." Pam dryly remarked before sighing. "You're right though, it's out in the open now, might as well just accept it. At least today can't get any worse, right? And I'm not burning iether, so I can just go back to the Pokemon Center and then get the others and enjoy swimming with them. Though I'm not sure Gengar remembers how to swim..."

Beatrice nodded and smiled, running her hand through her friend's hair. It wasn't just nice when the true shade had been revealed, it was also super smooth after it had been given such a thorough rinsing by the seawater. So much so that she couldn't help but blush a little since it made her look more like a Beauty than how Beatrice looked.

"You're blushing, Beatrice. Please don't start imagining me as something I'm not." Pam dryly remarked as she looked at her friend. She had done that so many times. And some of those times she just started rattling off the types of trainers that Pam just didn't fit. Like, she wanted her to be one of those Pokekids one time! Since when did Pam look like the type that could fit in an Eevee costume!?

"But you'd be sooooo cute if you matched me! We could go out on the town, we could go have fun with boys, we could have fun with girls too, I'm sure there's a bunch that would loooove to spend a night with you!" Some of Beatrice's more ditzy traits started to rise to the surface, though she seemed to regain focus for a brief second as she noticed something circling overhead. "You know, it'd actually be kind of nice if we could dry off? We haven't really had the chance since you got so freaked out about your tan that I kinda forgot to use the towel, soooo..."

Pam knew where this was going and just sighed. "Just get it over with. Tell those Flying types to use whatever move you're trying to use to dry us off, and then let's just get back to the house and change into our dry clothes instead. The faster we get this done, the better."

Beatrice grinned as she whistled at the circling Wingull up above. They were more than happy to lend them all once more hand as she called out. "Wing Attack, Everyone!" Before bracing the best she could to make sure that it was only the wet stuff that poured off her.

The sheer amount of wind that suddenly shot down at the two of them was so intense that they were on the verge of being knocked off their feet once again. But thanks to Pam being way too wet, it served to keep them both grounded for the brief moment they went through the proverbial Pokemon-powered wind tunnel. Drying them off almost instantly, and giving them a nice breeze to enjoy as well.

Of course there was one slight problem with that. And that was the fact that the wind was blowing so powerfully that Pam's clothes flew off because they couldn't stay still. It was her fault for still wearing the dress in the first place, but they all went flying off towards the ocean, never to return because once the wind took hold of it, that stuff would never be let go.

Pam blinked as the wind came to an end and quickly realized that she had been disrobed. And as a result, her most intimate secret was revealed. Something that she couldn't possibly hope to hide away because it was already too late by the time she noticed it. Especially since Beatrice's eyes never missed a keen and interesting detail.

"Oh. Ohhhh. You wore it. And here I thought you said you wouldn't wear it." Beatrice grinned. Because her dear friend was wearing the nice checkered bikini that totally matched the one that she wore. She had gotten it for her as a birthday present some time ago, but she had said she wasn't going to wear it even if she appreciated it. She had even made sure to get it with the reverse kind of pattern so there'd be nice black blocks on top of her nipples, while there'd be white ones on Pam's bikini. And it certainly looked like they matched, to the point where they could probably just go out and walk side by side and pick up looots of cute dudes.

Pam blushed as she looked down at herself. She was such a far cry from what she looked like normally. Her easily tanned skin had gotten cooked leaving her a nice shade of brown, her hair had been reverted to its original color, and now she wore a matching bikini to her dearest buddy. It could honestly not get any worse at this point. The only way that it could get any worse is if something hit her straight in the head and knocked everything loose so she'd end up just as dumb as her paren-

As if she had tempted fate itself with her unconscious thoughts, one of the Wingulls that had helped blow her clothes off suddenly fell from the sky, landing straight on her head and making quite the loud sounding and painful impact. And then the second and the third and every single one of the Flying type Pokemon that had helped them landed on top of her head in one large stack serving to only intensify the damage that the sudden fall brought upon her.

Beatrice just watched the stack of Pokemon slowly fall off her friend's head, as that very same friend started to giggle like there was nothing left inside her head. "Are... Are you okay, Pam? You're not hurting after all that, Right? I don't need to call an ambulance or get you to the Pokemon Center, right?"

Pam giggled like the ditzy and tanned blonde that she totally was at heart, wrapping her arms around her fellow cutie and kissing her on the cheek. "Nawwww... I'm tooootes good. You don't have to worry about me at aaaaallll..." Yeah. She had definitely suffered a bit of a shock from all that physical trauma. But at the same time she said that she was fine so she was probably okay. If just a bit frazled due to the fact she still had to process everything that happened to her.

"I dunno, you're sounding like you're a bit... Uhhh... Out of it? No, that probably doesn't cover it. You're definitely more than just out of it. Buuuuut..." Beatrice giggled as she put her hands up against her friend's cheeks. "You're really cute when you're not thinking so much and worrying about everything!"

"Awww, thanks, Beatrice! You're totes cute too, always been a bit jelly at how cute you look, but I'm like, totes cuter when I'm like this, yeah?" Pam giggled as she pulled away a bit and posed, showing off her natural curves... Which were actually rather generous. Huh. Maybe that was why she didn't want to wear anything except for that extremely thick dress. That would explain quite a lot, if she didn't want to show off.

Beatrice giggled as she stretched a bit herself, posing to bring some emphasis to her rump, one of her most charming points. "Well, if you're so confident in how cute you are, how about we try and see if we can't get the cuties in town to rate us? I'll give you a handicap since it's been so long since you've tried being a real sexy piece of work!"

Pam grinned as she heard that challenge. "You're totes gonna lose that, y'know? I'm gonna be like, the star of the town. It's been so long since they've seen me, but once they see these puppies, they're gonna remember and they're gonna want a piece of the action!" The giggly Bimbo Maniac chimed as she pushed her hands up against her boobies, pressing them to give Beatrice a nice view of just how big they were... And to make her realize just how outmatched she was in that department. "But, like, let's just go, 'kay? Whoever wins gets treated by the loser, so you gotta pay lots tonight!"

"Nah, it's gonna be youuu" Beatrice shot back as they both ran towards the main part of Undella Town, laughing like the ditzes they were at heart. Really, Beatrice was happy to find out that Pam had this side to her. Maybe it was because she had been stupified by all those blows to the head. Or maybe she was really just like this at heart. Either way, it was really fun to see her like this.

So the two girls headed into town. To make this day even more unforgettable than it already was...