it was a terrible evening. You had been caught in a fight and you got a bruised eye. You didn’t even think you could be happy at that moment, until you laid your eyes on It. A Mimikyu cloak you wore sometimes. It always fitted you for a reason, with the reason being that it was magic and could change you into a female Mimikyu. Whether it being normal or anthro, you picked it up, the skirt part ruffling slightly in the breeze from your window. Were you gonna put it on again and risk being teleported into an abandoned mall?