"We were on route 38, going to Olivine City, mama. There's a dumb steel-type trainer there that I was going to beat for you, mama. I wanted to beat her so much but now I'm a little boy and I can't do anythiiiiiiiiiiiing," he sobbed. "I don't even have my fur! I wanted to beat her! I wanted to beat her for you! They're steel types! They're so awful! And now I caaaaaaaaaaan't."

He is clinging to your motherly form and weeping giant, stupid boy tears.