A boy drops out of school to spend the rest of his life with a tribe of forest nymphs, and gets a wonderful new body to go with it.
Connor was lost. He had wandered deeper into the woods than the forest rangers had allowed, and could no longer hear the voices of his group. If he didn't make it back to the bus before nightfall, they'd most likely stop looking for him. But that was okay. He would find his own way out. Until then he had plenty of time left to explore.
It would be a while before anyone noticed him gone. The class had been split up to work in groups of three, and Connor had been stuck with Logan the dudebro and Tommy the gamer nerd. Logan cared more about picking up girls than actually doing the work, not an easy thing to do in the middle of nowhere. And Tommy seemed to care more about the fact that they hadn't been near a Poke-Stop in several hours. Connor didn't care much about the fieldwork either. It was a boring, unnecessary task. And while two of them had been arguing, it had been quite easy to break out on his own and enjoy nature, which was the main reason why he wanted to go on this trip in the first place.
His grades had been bad for several years now, so much so that he had been made to repeat the 11th grade. But still, he spent most of his lesson times staring at what was outside the window, which is why he'd leapt at the chance to go on a field trip to the Greenwood national park. He'd told his parents it was supposed to make him inspired to learn. And out of desperation, they'd agreed to pay.
He had just finished relieving himself against the side of a tree when he heard a quick rustle in the undergrowth. Connor turned around, expecting to see some deer or even bears, when instead he saw a crouching figure. He thought at first she was wearing some kind of camouflage clothing, but then he realized a few seconds later, it was just her normal skin. She was completely green from head to toe.
Connor had heard legends before of these plant people, or 'planties' as they were known to some - freakish green people in who lived in tribes deep in the woods and drank swamp water and walked around stark naked.
Well, that last part was true, so far as he could tell.
He always thought it was just a story though, since he'd never actually met one in person, until now. This one just happened to be a lovely young female of the species, who looked to be about the same age as Connor, but she was quite a bit taller than him, and wearing her dark hair in a complex braid. Her vivid green skin was decorated from head to toe in tattoos of vines and creepers. And of course, she was completely and totally nude, save for a few broad leaves that covered up the sensitive areas.
Upon closer inspection, Connor realized they were not clothes at all. They were growing out of the vine tattoos on her body. These were not mere decorations either - they were part of a living plant that was growing from within her.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you," said Connor, zipping himself up. He tried not to stare, but it was the only thing he could rest his eyes on. For a moment or two, there was silence.
"Oh, my name is Liana," she said, making a hand gesture that presumably passed for a greeting in her culture. "And what is yours?"
"My name?" he said, taken aback. "It's Connor."
"Con-nor," she repeated slowly, and bowed. "And it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. You must forgive me for being startled. But I have never seen one of your kind before."
"You mean humans?"
"Yes, humans. I was just so surprised by the way you look. You look so different from us with all your cloth garments and fiery hair!"
"Well, not all humans have red hair," Connor said, running a hand through his ginger bangs.
"But do they all wear clothes?" she asked.
"Yeah, most of 'em," Connor said.
"But how do you photosynthesize?"
"I dunno," he shrugged.
So the legends were true. Planties really did take in their energy from sunlight, just like a real plant did. They were learning so much about each other already, Connor just had to find out more.
"Are there any others in this forest?" he asked. "I'd really like to meet your tribe if you have one."
There was a long pause.
"Yes, I'd like that," said Liana. "But I'm afraid you would not be allowed to see them."
"Why not?"
"Well, you are disgusting," she said. Her tone of voice was not unkind, as if she thought he already knew.
"Hey, that's not very nice," Connor said.
"Sorry! It's just that your whole body is made of meat." she replied, shuddering.
Connor paused, suddenly very aware of the composition of his own body.
"Well, I guess I can't argue with that," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "But, it was nice meeting you anyway. I'd better go and find the rest of my class now..."
"Wait!" said Liana. "There is one other thing you could do... but you would have to go through a ceremony to become..."
"Become what?"
"If you touch the spores of the sacred tree and then you would become... more appealing to us. Is that okay for you, Con-nor?"
The offer of camaraderie was tempting. If he played his cards right, they might even let him into their tribe, even though what Liana was suggesting sounded strange. Planties rarely made contact with humans though, so this might be a wonderful chance to learn about their culture. He may never get a chance like this again. So why waste it?
"Will I have to take off my clothes?" asked Connor.
"Yes."
"All right..." he said slowly. "But no one in class has to know I did this."
-
As they walked deeper into the woods together, Liana held his hand and gave him a foothold over the rougher terrain. Connor's clothes, though he was still wearing them, became tangled in the low-hanging branches or drenched in mud, which Liana stepped around adeptly. As the evening grew nearer, the sunlight streaming through the leaves became golden yellow, and the air remained still and silent.
At the bottom of a steep hill, they reached a forest pool, which it seemed like they would have to cross. On the opposite side there stood an enormous tree, with a spreading green canopy in full bloom with a thousand golden flowers. Each of them shone spectacularly in the fading summer sun.
"The sacred tree," he murmured. Connor was usually skeptical to claims of divinity, but he'd learned in bio class that the trees in this forest contained a chemical that really did make them sacred. "I mean damn, that is one sexy tree!"
"What exactly is meant by 'sexy?'" Liana asked innocently.
"Nothing," Connor said, trying and failing to stifle a laugh. His laugh was contagious, compounded some by the awkwardness of it all. Pretty soon, Liana was laughing too, with a voice like the rustling wind. But then at once, she sounded very serious.
"Connor," she said. "This is where you must leave your human clothes behind. Then we may cross the Lake of Harmony together. This is your last chance to turn back and rejoin the human world."
Connor clung to his maroon sweater. He was just now starting to feel cold, and thinking that maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. Liana continued.
"I am afraid that many of my sisters will be there as well, and they will all be without clothes. So if their nudity offends you…"
Without another word, Connor's shirt was up and over his head. He cast it aside on the wet earth, alongside his sweater, exposing his meager chest. In another few seconds, the belt was undone and his pants came down in a single swift movement. Finally, his undersized boys' briefs lay discarded at his ankles, and Connor stood before her, just as naked as she was.
It was even colder than he expected, causing his privates to contract embarrassingly. Connor blushed.
Liana smiled. "Very well then," she said. "You have made your choice. Now, follow my lead."
She took Connor by the hand. And without another word, led him directly into the water.
The cold hit him for a second time, making every hair on his legs and arms stand on end. It only got worse with each further step, as they waded deeper and deeper into the pond. The water came as high as their waists before it began to get shallower again. When they were back on dry land, Connor was sure he'd made a mistake, and wishing he'd turned back when he had the chance. He shouldn't have even been on this trip at all. He could have just stayed home and played video games with Tommy. How would the planties ever respect him now if he couldn't stand a little cold?
Then he saw Liana standing elegantly on her tip toes, lightly touching the lower branches to stroke one of the hanging flowers. A thin stream of golden dust issued from it and mostly fell into her palms. With one hand, she rubbed it into her own skin. Connor saw how it shimmered and glimmered in the evening sun, making her look even more supple and radiant than before. It must have been an effect of the light.
"Now it's your turn."
She gestured to Connor, who approached her, still shivering, with open hands. Whatever this stuff was, he hoped it would warm him up fast.
Liana rubbed her fingers together as one, two, half a dozen grains of the golden stuff loosed themselves from her grasp. As soon as they touched Connor's palms, they disappeared, absorbed into his skin.
"Is that it?" said Connor, seeing that she'd retracted her hand.
"Quiet now, it is starting?"
"What is?"
"The transformation," she whispered. "Your body is coming alive for the first time as a being of the forest. Mother Earth is re-shaping you as one of her own."
He wasn't quite sure what she meant, but at that moment he began to see it. His hands were awash with hundreds of tiny golden sparks, which were sweeping over his skin and giving him a tingling sensation.
Connor had always had a green thumb, but this was no longer a figure of speech. His entire hands were changing to a vivid shade of green, as bright and lush as new leaves in spring. His fingers no longer felt cold.
"I should be fortunate enough to witness this," Liana said at a whisper.
The warm tingling feeling spread from his hands to his wrists. It felt amazing, but the rest of his body craved it too. Instinctively Connor grabbed at his chest, where it seemed the sensation had spread to, magnified a hundredfold. His heart was beating hard and fast now, and it seemed that something was bursting out of it, some hitherto repressed part of him deep inside that was desperate to grow. Between his nipples and slightly to the left, he saw it - the outline of a tiny green plant, which looked a lot like the tattoos on Liana's body and it was growing bigger by the second with each passing heartbeat. This could only mean one thing, and it was almost too unbelievable: he was becoming a being of plant like her.
The skin around it was turning green also. Soon he'd be green all over. Connor couldn't help but wonder what he'd look like as a plantie. Would he be tall? Would he look as good as Liana?
With that thought, the tingling in Connor's chest intensified around the nipples, so much that it almost hurt, like electricity. Connor massaged them with his thumbs, and felt the skin shifting beneath his fingertips. With that, his entire chest began to swell, slowly at first, but then he could see the growth with his own eyes. It was bigger than the pecs of Logan, or any guy who worked out, but it didn't very feel much like muscle. It was a kind of succulent softness, like the skin of a grape, which continued to ripen and ripple throughout him as it re-formed his chest as two soft round bumps.
Connor hadn't seen many naked girls in his life, but he had enough knowledge of the female form to recognize that he was indeed growing breasts.
"I'm turning into a girl?" he moaned.
Liana shook her head.
"No, Connor. Mother Earth is turning into a woman. She has seen true potential in you, and a wisdom beyond your years. This is your reward."
The mere suggestion of this should have horrified him, but he actually found it rather lovely. Connor surprised himself with these thoughts. But what surprised him the most was just how natural it felt.
His whole body was awash now with tiny sparks, pouring over his shoulders like a waterfall, encircling his torso and tickling his back. Everywhere they touched, the skin changed itself from a peachy pink to a lustrous green.
"It actually feels quite nice," said Connor, his voice much higher than usual.
His hair also was ruffling in the breeze. A strand of it was rapidly losing its color, which was a shame. He liked being a redhead, but red hair, he supposed, was a uniquely human trait. It was turning green now to match his skin, or maybe a few shades darker. It reminded him of autumn, but in reverse.
The changes around his midsection became ever more intense. As the waist contracted, Connor's hips became wider and wider. He ran a hand idly along the expanding curve. Feminine curves. What little belly fat he had at the end was shifting inside of him and moving to the back of his body to pad out his buttocks, which were now pure softness, accentuating the curves he already had.
Each single part of him was becoming soft and round and lovely, the way that bodies were meant to be. Connor had been shocked by it at first, but could no longer deny how much he was enjoying it.
As the tingling sensation took hold just below his midsection, he felt his testicles jump into the void of his abdomen. Ouch! He should have expected that. His penis also was more slowly retracting into his body, wrapping itself around his insides and forming the jewel in the crown of his new vagina.
By this time, the hair on his head was almost entirely made up of leaves. He knew from the tingling sensation around his eyes and mouth that his face had changed shape too, losing any trace of stubble he might have once had, and becoming alike with the rest of his body. Every part of him now was smooth and hairless, and he was loving it. Even his former ball sac had folded in on itself to become his taut lower lips.
The plant inside of him continued to mature as his body took on the shape of an hourglass. His arms and legs became longer and slender. His breasts swelled up to their final size and the nipples turned pink, contrasting beautifully from the rest of his body. The tips of his toes were the very last part of him to turn green.
When it was done, he felt through his toes what seemed to be the beginnings of a new sense. He wriggled them around in the bare earth, and found that by doing this he could actually taste the soil through his feet. It was like a juicy rare steak. Not only that, but he wanted water, needed it even. He wouldn't have minded going for another dip in the lake right now. He also found that he craved sunlight. Every drop of golden light from the setting sun bestowed him a faintly pleasurable sensation to wherever on his body it touched. It took Connor a moment to figure out what this was: photosynthesis. The plant cells in his skin were having their first meal.
Once the sparkles were gone, and the sacred spores had well and truly done their job, Liana took Connor by the hand and led him to the water's edge. She looked smaller now, or had Connor gotten taller? Either way, they were about the same size. He looked down into the reflective pool and saw what his face had become. It was truly a thing of beauty now with the high cheekbones, a seductive curve of a mouth, the barest hint of a chin, dainty nose, and startling green eyes. While Liana's face had been wide-eyed and innocent, Connor's face was more defined, and bore an air of maturity.
He looked up to see a great many more plant people emerging from where they stood behind trees. They were mostly females, of all shapes and sizes, some wide, some tall, and in many different shades of green. He noticed that some of them had leaves for hair, while others had flower petals. Some of them even had two-toned leaves that were both green and yellow. And aside from the few who, like Liana, had leaves and petals covering their private parts, all of them were completely naked. And they all had on their bodies the same kind of vines and floral patterns of varying complexity.
Connor was pleased to see that his breasts were above average for this tribe.
There were a few male planties as well, but not as many, perhaps only one for every five women. They smiled and cheered, along with everyone else, who were clapping and whooping in honor of the newcomer's arrival to the tribe.
Connor couldn't believe what she had become. She had changed from an awkward, skinny boy with no sense of direction into a full-grown goddess of a woman. As an adopted daughter of Mother Earth, she already felt more at home in the forest than she ever did as a human in the town or city.
"Welcome to the family, Connor," said Liana, reaching up to pat her on the shoulder. "Or would you prefer a different name."
The new forest nymph smiled and nodded her head.
"Very well then," said Liana. "You are Camellia of the Lake of Harmony clan. Welcome to the world, Camellia!"
Her sisters and brothers cheered from across the lake as Connor, now Camellia, felt the thrill that she would soon be meeting them all. Though she was fully grown, she still had so much left to learn, such as what did a plant person do all day? Had any of them been humans in the past? And could she ever go back to being human? Not that Camellia wanted to change back anytime soon though. For at the moment she would have liked nothing more than to swim across the lake and join them now. And so that is what she did. She took a running leap and splashed into the water with no fear of the cold. Many other planties followed suit, and jumped in to meet her in the middle.
-
An hour later, the search party came across Connor's clothes.
"Guys, look what I found. Look! Is this his underwear?" one girl called out to the others as she picked up a pair of dirty white briefs on the end of a stick. His shirt and pants lay on the ground a few feet away.
Soon Connor's entire class had gathered around the pile of clothes. They were exchanging rumors about what might have happened to him. Some claimed he was eaten by bears. Others said it had been spontaneous human combustion. Tommy and Logan were busy arguing amongst themselves about which direction he might have headed off in, when someone drew their attention to a human-like figure wandering out from behind the undergrowth, as if attracted to all their commotion.
She was green all over, taller than most women, and with the curves to make almost all of them blush. Her hips and bust were generously sized, giving her a body shape not unlike an acoustic guitar. The last rays of the evening sun were glinting off her perfect form. And from head to toe, the green skin was covered in hundreds of tattoos of vines.
This entire class was stunned by her sudden appearance. Even Logan, who had been mentally undressing girls for years, found himself somewhat powerless to do anything about this one because she was already totally and utterly naked, and felt no shame about it at all, such was the power she commanded. Even her private parts were on display.
"Who are you?" Tommy spoke up nervously, crossing his legs in an effort to conceal the unfortunate bulge.
"I am Camellia, of the Lake of Harmony tribe," said the plant woman in a voice that was rich and velvety. "These woods belong to us now. And I'm afraid I must ask you to leave."
"But we haven't found Connor yet," Logan began, his voice shaking, failing to conceal that even he felt threatened by her. "You uh, have you seen him?"
"Who is this 'Connor' that you speak of?" said Camellia. "I know no of one by that name. I'm sure our tribe would have found him if he'd been out here this long."
And with a bright little flourish, she turned on the spot and walked away, treating them as she did to an ample view of her cheeks. But just before she did that, she winked subtly at Tommy.
Maybe no one else noticed it, but Tommy had always been able to read Connor's body language, and he knew exactly what was meant by this. Soon he would be telling Connor's parents everything they needed to know when they met up with him that evening.
Their son was happy, he'd say. Sending him on this field trip turned out to be the most wonderful thing they could have done for him, although they wouldn't be seeing Connor again for quite some time after this, and it would not be the same when they did.
They would have to spend some time mourning him, but the day would come when, eventually, they'd understand their son's destiny was to become this, and why he'd needed to do it to find it within himself to grow and achieve her true potential. With any luck, they would come to look back on this day in wonder, and marvel at what had happened on today of all days, between the trees, here in Greenwood National Park.
Until then, he wondered if they'd let him have Connor's old Xbox.
Originally posted to DeviantArt on November 21, 2017. It's description there was as follows:
This has been on my hard drive for a while, and my brain for even longer, and it's a relief to finally post it. So what do you think? Will Camellia/Connor's parents be happy when they find out? I have a whole other story arc in mind. I think she definitely deserves more friends, as planties (and plantie transformations) are an endangered species round these parts. But watch this space. There will be more coming soon.
The images were drawn by me, with backgrounds by ElenaDudina. (https://elenadudina.deviantart.com/art/Background-20-593849348)
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