Begginer (Youngster Trainer Class TF)

Mark was a huge pokemon fan, he loved every single game, owned every volume of the manga and dvds of every season of the anime, people at school usually told him to grow up, or that he should he act like the 17 year old he is, he usually shrugged off these comments
"Mark!" he heard his mom call him "There's a package for you!"
"Alright!" he said, running down the stairs and grabbed the box "To Mark, from Dilan" he read grinning, Dilan was his friend from the game store, an expert on gaming consoles, he knew Dilan owned a home made SNES built from a toaster so he knew he was the best person to send his busted 3DS to. He opened the box to see his 3DS, looking brand new, along with a note and a game Mark grabbed the note and read it out loud
Mark:
Your 3DS wasn't easy to fix, I had to replace the camera, the battery, and 2 of the buttons. Anyway, now it's working and I also sent you a little gift. I remember you telling me you didn't have any of the gen 6 games so I sent you an extra copy of Omega Ruby I had. Hope you have fun
Dilan
"Sweet" Mark said, grabbing his 3DS and the game, ran to his room slipped the game in and booted it up. After the intro was done, he was about to press the new game button he saw something else "What Trainer Are You?" he read "Wonder what that means...." he pressed the button the words 'Please stay still' showed up on the bottom screen "Wha-?" he said as a bright flash came from the 3DS' camera he felt as if his skin was being sucked inside the small device

"Augh, my head" Mark said, shaking his head clean "Where am I?"
"Hello MARK" he heard a mechanical voice "Welcome, shall we begin?"
"Begin what?!" Mark yelled "Where am I?! What did you do to me!?"
"Please wait a moment" the voice said, a mirror like item slid out of the floor.
"What the heck?" Mark said, as he was wearing a strange jumpsuit with a big silver pentagon on his chest with a big red light on it
"Beginning scan" the voice said, as a large blue light passed over him "Assigning new trainer class"
"Wait, did you say trainer class?" Mark asked
"Correct" the voice said "Trainer class assigned, you will be a Youngster. Please stand by"
"A youngster!?" Mark yelled, slightly offended at this "I am lot better at pokemon than that!"
"Acnollaged, removing skill to match assigned class" the voice said, the light on his chest turning blue
"What are you-" Mark started to say, he shut his mouth when he felt ten years of pokemon experience being sucked out, leaving only basic knowledge "Stop it!"
"I'm sorry, but it is necessary. Beginning fisical changes" Mark shuddered as he began shrinking, his black hair turning brown and shrinking
"What are you doing?!" Mark yelled, his voice sounding slightly more high pitched, until he was a ten year old, brown haired boy "What did you do to me?!?!?!"
"Beginning cosmetic changes" the voice said, Mark looked at his jumpsuits as it changed to a yellow T-shirt with a blue Sableye, blue shorts and blue sneakers
"What am I wearing?" Mark asked looking at his clothing, he felt a blue baseball cap on his head and a band aid on his nose.
"Starting mental changes" the voice said
"Mental what!?" Mark screamed, he wanted to run but he heard a low hum and felt very relaxed, he smiled as his memories were altered. His name was Mark, a brand new pokemon trainer, he lived with his parents in Petalburg City. Two pokeballs, one with a Rattata and one with a Wurmple appeared in his pockets.
"Transformation complete, transporting" the voice said, the humming changed frequency, he began to feel sleepy he closed his eyes. He woke up and yawned, hos Rattata next to him
"Huh, man that was a weird dream, Rattata" he told his pokemon, grinning, he got up and stretched "Hey a trainer!" he exclaimed as a boy wearing a white wool cap walked by, running up "Hello, would you like to have a battle?"
"Sure" the boy said, calling out a Treecko. After a quick battle (witch Mark lost) he started walking with the boy on his way back to Petalburg
"Your really good!" Mark said
"Thanks" the boy said, rubbing the back of his head "Whats your name by the way?"
"I'm Mark" Mark said, grinning
"Nice to meet you Mark, I'm Dilan" the boy said, smiling.