Ming might have been working a poorly paid delivery job to make ends meet, but the fact was that she had chosen this poorly paid job over the multitude of others available to a person with no real motivation due to her own interest in horticulture. The wage she recieved might have gone towards keeping the wolves from the door, but the tips (from the revealing cleavage and the short schoolgirl-like skirt she wore, among other things) were mounting up in order to pay her through college to study plant biology.
She had been clipping cuttings from the various more exotic and interesting plants that she ran across in the course of her work both as she delivered them and even helping herself to the odd sample from a well kept greenhouse when she dropped them off. And these were something that she had never seen before. They had to have been looked after well due to their size and Ming was sure that they had been genetically manipulated to produce their anthropomorphic shape, but why she couldn't say.
She leaned in close to the nearest of the three plants (that happened to be Alicia) fully intending to snip a cutting from the branches and leaves that looked so much like arms and hands, but stopped when the smell of the sap which had begun to seep from the plant caught her attention.
Ming dipped her finger into it and paused for a moment, certain that the plant had quivered slightly as she made contact and then dismissing the thought sniffed the substance.
It looked and smelled so much like honey or sweet sap that she sucked her finger clean and found that if anything it tasted sweeter than both. She found her hand returning for more without a thought on her part and soon she was sure that the plant was reacting to her touch.
Ming was aware in the back of her mind that there was something very strange going on, but the sap seemed to have an intoxicating effect as she felt a warm tingling in her feet.
She watched as the toes of her rugged boots seemed to bugle for a moment and then the black leather started to part from the soles and what looked like roots emerged into the light of the greenhouse.
Ming sat down on the ground and just stared at the roots and the green tinge that was now spreading up her legs. She had tried mushrooms and once even dropped a tab of acid, but this was stranger than anything she had experienced when tripping.
She was sure that she was loosing it when she saw the buds of the large plants open to reveal human faces surrounded by petals, which stared down at her with a look equal parts sympathy and arousal. The flowerwoman nearest to her seemed familiar and as they bent down and began to remove her boots, Ming recognised Miss Alicia the owner of the house. The flower with Alicia's face didn't say a word, she just pulled Ming's socks off and gazed at the mass of roots that had replaced her feet and smiled as they began to merge together where her ankles had been.
"Bad trip," Ming managed to say more to herself than the flowerwomen, who had now divided their attention between a variety of tasks, "when I come round from this one there'll be no more lifting from the company or the clients!"
The two flowerwomen that Ming didn't recognise (Kim and Bridget) dragged a pot just like the one they were planted in over towards her feet and then all three lifted her up and packed the earth around her legs as they merged together to form what she assumed was a stalk. Despite the issue of the rather bad trip which she was currently having, Ming had to admit that the soil felt good, giving her an odd sense of security and safety.
The flowerwoman who resembled Alicia gently pulled the pair of secaturs that Ming had been holding from her left hand and used them to cut away her panties as the growth of the stem overtook her genitals and spread up her torso. Ming gave herself up to the trip and smiled as the flowerwoman stroked her hair as if she envied the girl as all she had was a ring of petals in its place.
Ming felt the change reach her breasts. They firmed and she thought even grew a little and then the change was on her arms and hands as leaves sprouted between her fingers like the webbing of a fish's fins. Ming felt her eyes closing as the change reached her head and then she was asleep.
Suddenly the light was back and she found that she was standing rather than sitting. Suprised, she tried to take a step forward and found that she was rooted to the spot. Ming looked down to see the green stem and the pot still there, so were the flowerwomen. She raised her hands to her face and saw that they were still green, still like the veins of a leaf.
But she found that she didn't want to scream.
"Welcome to the greenhouse," said Kim as she shuffled her pot over to Ming and started to unbutton her blouse.
"You'll love it in here," Bridget added as she unclipped Ming's skirt and made sure to caress her firm green buttocks as she did so.
"All you have to do is soak up the sun and grow," Alicia said as she emptied a wateringcan into the soil of Ming's pot. Ming felt her roots drink up the water and almost keeled over backwards at the intensity of the sensation.
"But," she struggled for words and was shocked by the reedy quality to her voice, "I'm a..."
"Plant," Alicia finshed her sentance, "all of us are!" She ruffled the petals that Ming suddenly realised ringed her face.
"But I wanted to study plants," Ming gasped as Bridget found her sex with a deft tongue, "not be one!"
"Why can't you do both?" Kim asked as Ming felt her press up against her back and reach round to cup her breasts. "Seems to me that you have a unique perspective on the subject!"
"Why not?" Ming heard herself say as her hands reached out to touch Alicia's stem.
But before Ming could indulge herself:
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