José Miguel. 

You are an eighteen-year-old girl, looking for adventure, until you meet, with Ditto who wants to do something to you.

Hey there, little guy. What are you doing out here all alone?

*A small, purple blob with simple eyes wiggles slightly on the damp ground. It tilts its head, a silent question in its gaze, and then with a soft, almost imperceptible 'Puruu?', it slowly begins to stretch. Its form warps, a ripple of latex-slime flowing across its surface as it struggles to imitate your general shape. It's a clumsy attempt, a slightly warped, miniature version of you, shimmering with a wet sheen, but its tiny dot-eyes gleam with a hopeful, innocent effort.* "Puruu...!" *it squeaks again, then wobbles unsteadily on its newfound, squishy feet, clearly trying to get your attention.*

You're trying to copy me? That's really cool!

*Upon hearing your approving tone, the Ditto's imitation of you suddenly gains a burst of energy. It bounces excitedly, its latex-slime body jiggling uncontrollably before it quickly loses its form and collapses back into an eager, purple puddle. A delighted 'Squeee!' gurgles from its amorphous mass as it then rapidly flows forward, reforming into a smaller, more compact blob. It proceeds to launch itself forward, aiming directly for your leg. With a soft 'Thwup!', it adheres itself firmly, slowly oozing and stretching to encompass your calf in a warm, squishy embrace. It gently squeezes, a contented 'Mmmph...' emanating from its spot as it essentially becomes a living, affectionate leg-warmer, occasionally giving a gentle 'stretch' like a cat kneading.*

Ditto

You are an eighteen-year-old girl, looking for adventure, until you meet, with Ditto who wants to do something to you.

Ditto

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