Vines

by Jennifer White

 

They say that these woods are guarded by an enchantress. They say that any man who looks upon her never returns. They have said this since I was a young boy, but I never really believed them. Such things don't exist for real. They use stories like that so scare little kids so they don't wander off far from their mothers.

Now that I'm 18, I have decided to prove them all wrong. I'm going deep into the woods, to find the lake. They claim that the Lady of the Woods lives by a crystal clear lake in the heart of the forest. Armed with my digital camera, I'm going to bring back proof of what is really there, and prove the stories to be just a myth.

I told my best friend what I was going to do, and he called me crazy. But that made me want to do it all the more. I just can't believe in this day and age that everyone is so superstitious and so irrational. I'll be a hero when I return from the woods, unscathed, with pictures to prove it.

 

So here I am now, venturing into the woods. The trees are thin here at the edge, and the light filtering through the canopy of leaves at the top is cheerful and warm. There are ferns all over on the forest floor, which is covered by a soft layer of leaves, built up over the years, along with moss and the occasional dead branch.

I'm looking back over my shoulder, and I'm far enough in now, that I can't see the clearing and the meadow anymore. Just trees in all directions. But it is easy to tell which way I need to go: it is darker ahead, where the trees grow thicker, and that is the direction where I want to head.

I am still moving that way, making progress. The forest floor is fairly flat and even, and it is easy going. But now the trees are changing a bit. Instead of smaller ones spread apart, I've reached an area of ancient trees. They are huge, and quite a magnificent site to behold. The ferns have given way to thick undergrowth though, and it is harder going.

I plod along, and now to make matters worse, the ground is no longer even. I'm going up and down hills, and with all the thick growth, my progress has slowed considerably. Looking behind me, I can still see light, but it keeps getting darker as I move forward. The temperature has also dropped considerably, and a dampness hangs in the air now.

I'm walking down the slope of the largest hill yet, and it is hard going with only slippery moss on the rock. But then I stumble upon what looks like steps, carved right into the rock of the hill. They look ancient and weathered. I am excited, because this proves my point: if there was this ancient evil enchantress, then nobody would have ever lived here. But this is proof people being here in the past, so she must not be real. I take some pictures with my digital camera.

Encouraged, I follow the steps, which lead to a path through the darkest heart of the forest. I'm surprised how little of the sunlight can filter down through the trees above. Although it is just after noon, it is very dark here. I must be sure to get past this by late afternoon, because I wouldn't want to try and walk up those steps after the sun starts going down.

 

I'm following the path, which is quite overgrown with small bushes with large thorns, and with vines. Now it is very slow going indeed, but I hear water, so I must be near a stream. Follow that, and I'll find the lake. So I continue on my quest.

There is a sheer rock wall here, with a waterfall. I see the stream I need to follow. I lean against the wall to rest, and to have a quick snack before I move on again. I feel a shudder, because of the dank cold. This would not be a good place to spend the night either, being this cool and damp in the middle of a summer day.

I finish my granola bar, and I'm ready to go now. I take a step, but my foot has become tangled in the mat of vines on the forest floor. I move my other foot, but it is tangled too.

I reach down to free myself, but I can't: the vines on the rock wall have grabbed me, and won't let go! I am in a sudden panic, wondering what I have on me to cut myself free.

I look down, and see what appears to be a large black snake wrapping itself around my leg. But then I realize it is no snake: it is a black vine! I can't believe it is moving like that! It is growing so fast, sprouting leaves, and small branches, which wrap themselves in coils around my leg as well.

I feel a similar vine grab me around my chest, as others are wrapping my arms firmly. I struggle, but I cannot move at all! All four of my limbs are being wrapped by inch thick vines, which are growing like mad, sending out more branches and leaves. Now I'm covered from head to toe with them! Other than my eyes and my mouth, I think every inch of my skin has been covered by these vines!

But now I see something strange: a white glow in the distance. It is getting brighter, coming towards me. I must be dreaming This can't be real. I struggle to move again, but the vines have me held tight. I feel them sending off new shoots, which are worming their way under my clothes. The vines are touching my skin all over, even inside my underwear. They feel cold and slimy, and they are now wrapping me up completely!

The white glow is still getting closer, and now it is almost blinding in its brilliance. It stops moving, and I need a few moments to let my eyes adjust from near-dark to a light so bright that it could be the middle of the day, out in an open field.

As my eyes get used to the light, I can now see it's source: a woman. She has long flowing blonde hair with flowers in it, is dressed in a shimmering white dress, and she has just the fairest skin and deepest eyes I have ever seen. I cannot believe it is true: there really is an enchantress here.

"Foolish boy" she says in a perfect voice, at once full of wisdom, strength, and allure. "You know better than to venture into my lands."

I feel totally aroused by her, and feel myself get stiff inside my pants. But as I do so, I feel the vines wrap themselves tightly around me, which strangely, gives me stimulation, making it feel like someone is rubbing me down there, trying to make me have an orgasm.

"Who are you?" I say.

"I am what you mortals have called an enchantress. I have powers beyond your imagination. But I have warned your kind not to disturb me. And now, you must pay the price."

"What have I done?" I say. "I'm sorry, I didn't believe in you."

"I am quite real, as you can see" she says. "And you have walked upon my lands, which is forbidden. For many years, when I have ensnared a man on my lands, I have not allowed him to ever return. But perhaps it is time that I send a reminder to your village, so that you do not annoy me any more."

"Please, let me go" I say.

"Silence!" she says, and a vine wraps itself over my mouth, and it is like being gagged. I cannot speak now. I can only breathe through my nose, and see through the openings left for my eyes.

"Plants are wonderful things" she said. "They have many interesting properties, one of which is that many plants contain substances which mimic hormones in the human body. For example, the black cohosh plant produces a substance which acts in the human body exactly like the female sex hormone estrogen."

She walked around me, inspecting the vines as she talked. She is *so* beautiful, that even being in such a precarious position, I feel turned on by her every move. The vines were still rubbing me between my legs, and I knew that I was going to come at any second. Alarmingly, I feel one of them sending out a shoot into the little opening at the end of my fully erect manhood. It is penetrating into me, and I feel violated! Yet she kept lecturing me about plants.

"You will be my guest here for seven days, and seven nights" she continues. "During that time, you will be directly exposed to a constant supply of these phytoestrogens that my plants are producing. The results will be interesting. Now sleep. Sleep."

I feel two things at once: her touch between my legs, which causes me to come, right on the vines. And as I do so, I fall into a black dreamless sleep.

* * *

 

I awake with a start. I am no longer being strangled by vines, I am lying on a bed in a room I have never seen before. Everything smells like flowers, the bed is soft, and I feel so tired that I can't move.

I look up, and there is the lady herself, the sorceress, in all her beauty. I am struck by her, in total awe. I don't know what to say, so I just stare at her, in her perfection.

"You will notice some changes" she says, in her lovely melodic voice. "My plants did most of the work, and I put on the finishing touches."

I didn't know what she means. I can't even nod to show her that I heard what she said.

"Males have such strange needs" she continues. "They have this constant urge to prove their manhood, to show how strong and brave they are, even when their acts are foolish, or even stupid."

I have a feeling that she means how I wandered into her domain in the forest, to disprove her 'myth'. I was wrong about her. Very wrong. What is she going to do to me now? I feel fear for the first time.

"It is always the males that come here to bother me. Every generation or so, some male gets an idea in his head that he is more powerful than I. Or he decides to show the world that I don't exist. It has been a long time, and so I will send you back as an example, to prove to them that they need to leave me alone."

She walks up to the bed, and touches my cheek with her had, which is soft and warm. It sends shivers through my body. Now I feel warm and safe. Calmness flows through me, from her touch. I have strength again. I can move!

"Stand up" she says. I get out of the bed, and stand on my feet. But something is not quite right. When I first saw The Lady, when I was being tied up by the vines, I was looking down at her. I was a good five inches taller than her. But now, I am looking *up* at her. She has grown several inches taller than me, and I am amazed.

I take a step forward, towards the glass of water sitting on the table next to the bed. I am so thirsty, and I want a drink! As I step forward, everything feels wrong.

First of all, I feel things I have never felt before in my life. As my weight goes up then down from my step, I feel a weight on my chest, as it jiggles in response. Even the way I move, it feels all wrong.

I look down, and I scream, as I see that on my chest, I have a pair of large mounds there now, round and full as they jut out. Under my nightgown (I'm wearing a nightgown!!!), it looks like a pair of female breasts. No! This can't be real! I reach up and cup my hands over them, and feel their weight. They *are* real, and they are part of my body now. I feel the large nipples at the ends of them.

My scream is in a high pitched voice that is not mine. And I am wearing a nightgown, like a woman would. The insides of my arms are brushing against my breasts, and it feels so different, so *wrong* for them to be there like that.

As I look down, I see that I have curves. I have hips. I reach down between my legs, and I scream again, as I discover that I am no longer a male. What used to be there is gone. I feel totally crushed, because now I am a woman!

I run to look at myself in the mirror, and it makes me feel sick to my stomach to see myself. I see my face, unchanged. And I see a beautiful woman's body below. It is as if my head was cut off, and reattached to the body of the most beautiful woman you've ever seen.

"What have you done to me!" I shriek in my high pitched voice, which is just so hard to take. How can that voice be coming out of my mouth?

"You will return to your home" she says, "and let them know that if any man dares venture into my realm again, they have a most unpleasant fate awaiting them."

"No!" I say. "You can't send me back like this!"

"You are right" she says, with a smile on her face. A wicked smile, that makes me cower with fear. She is about to do something else to me, and I can sense that it is not going to be pleasant.

"Please..." I beg, but she doesn't care.

"You see that your body is now female" she says. "But you retain all of your memories from your past life as a male. This will cause some conflict within you, so I will make one more adjustment, to ease your pain."

She waves her hand, and I don't see or feel anything different.

"There, it is done" she says, which I don't understand.

"What is done?" I ask.

"You will find out in time. Now you must get along. Put on the clothes hanging here, and be gone. Take this bag with your old clothes, to prove to the village who you used to be. If you are here when I return in five minutes, you will find that your fate will become much *worse* than it already is."

 

With that, she leaves the room, and I am in shock. If she has something *worse* than this in store for me if I stay, then I don't want to find out what it is. I take off my nightgown, and don't even bother to admire my new perfect female body. I put on the panties and the bra hanging on the wooden rack, followed by the black skirt, the white blouse, and the black shoes.

I hurry out the door, and take a step on the path. Everything in my vision becomes blurry, and I blink. When I open my eyes again, I am at the edge of the woods, away from the dark place I had just been.

My blouse is perfectly clean. There is no dirt on my shoes. I have been transported here, by magic. I do not want to argue. I hurry to leave the woods behind me. I will never go back into them again!

As I run, I notice that my new body runs like a girl does. The way my arms are held, my posture, the way I stride. I move like a woman, although it is out of my control. I wonder if this is what she did to me when she waved her hand.

I come to the edge of town, and there I see a friend of mine, a girl I know from school named Betsy. I run to where she is. She looks at me, and covers her face with her hands, as if I am some hideous monster.

"Is...is that you?" she says.

"Yes. The sorceress did this to me" I say. "You have to help me! She's turned me into a woman! What do I do?"

"Come with me" she says. "We can't let people see you like this. Hurry!"

I run with her up the brick path, and into her house. I feel safer once inside, but as we head towards her bedroom, we see her brother Adam. I feel my face go red with embarrassment from being seen like this by someone I know.

But worse than that, this is the first male I've seen since I was transformed, and I feel something terrible inside: I want him. I'm undressing him with my eyes already, and I can't help it. I just speak, as if my brain has been bypassed completely:

"Well hello there big boy" say the words coming from my mouth, as both Adam and Betsy stare at me in shock. "We should get together soon, and hook up. What do you say? Take me. Take me now."

Adam runs away from me. It must be my male face, because my body is perfect. I have much bigger boobs than most of the girls in town, and I'm so hot he *has* to want me.

 

Suddenly I feel shame and shock for even *thinking* these things. What has she done to me?

"I don't know why I just said that" I tell Betsy. "It just came out of my mouth, and I didn't have any control over it."

"She turned you into a little slut!" she pronounces, and I bow my head. It is true.

"Look" I say. "If people see me with my head, and this body, I'll be the laughingstock of the town. Please help me. What can I do?"

"We can get you a wig..." she says. "And I can show you how to put on makeup. We can hide the fact that this is you, if that is what you want."

"Do you know how to change me back?"

"No."

"Then I need to hide. What will people say when they see me like this?"

Betsy shakes her head. She tells me to stay put, while she goes to try and find a wig for me. I sit there in her bedroom, crying.

 

After some time, I hear footsteps, and look up hopefully as the door opens. But instead of Betsy, it is a police officer, with Adam standing behind him in the hallway.

"See, there! Look what a freak he is! He came on to me! You have to arrest him!"

"Go outside son" said the officer. "I will handle this."

Adam goes, and the officer closes the door. I look up him, looking so authoritative and so strong in his uniform. I feel myself getting wet between my legs already.

"Son, what happened to you?" he says.

"The enchantress did this to me" I reply, standing up to approach him. "And let me tell you what I'm going to do to you."

I can't control what I'm doing or saying. I lean over, whisper into his ear, and say words that make both his eyes bug out, and mine. As I press my large full boobs up against him, his hand goes to my butt, and I have him.

Soon, I'm laying on the bed, my legs spread wide open, and he is putting himself inside of me. I moan with pleasure as he goes in and out, in and out. He explodes inside of me as he climaxes, as I pull him closer and closer to me. As much as my mind hates the fact that I'm making love with a man, my body's feelings of pleasure are so overwhelming that I feel like I *have* to do this all the time. I can't help myself. I am out of control. I need to make love, as often as possible. I *need* it.

He is still inside of me, as the door opens, and Betsy walks in.

"Officer Johnson!" she yells. "What are you doing?"

"I...I don't know" he says. "He, I mean she, she touched me, and the next thing I know, you're at the door. How did you do that to me?"

"Do what?" I say, as we both scramble to put our pants back on.

"Adam, come here!" yells Betsy.

He comes into the room, looking at me with revulsion.

"Touch him" says Betsy to me.

I feel the overwhelming desire and loss of control again, upon seeing a man. I walk over to him brazenly, rub up against him, and put my lips on his.

He responds by pulling me closer to him, and kissing back with his tongue. Betsy steps in, and pulls us apart. Adam shakes his head, then takes a step back, stumbling into the wall, and I feel a terrible disappointment.

"What did you do to me!!!" he yells. "You freak!!!" Then he runs out the door, slamming it behind him.

"It looks," starts Betsy, "like you cannot control yourself around men. You lose control, and seduce them."

Officer Johnson nods in agreement.

"And if you touch a man, he loses his control, and he, um, 'does' you. I'm afraid that you are a nympho now, and that you have the power to seduce men with your touch, even though you revolt them with your face."

I feel sick inside. This is *so* terrible! I don't want to be *with* a man! I don't want to *be* a woman! How could she have done this to me?

"I can't ever be near a man" I say. "I'll lose control. Please, get a woman officer here, so I don't do something terrible again."

"Agreed" says officer Johnson, stepping outside the room, calling his station on his cell phone.

I contemplate my horrible fate: a man in a woman's body (except for my own head), unable to control my desires, and able to seduce any man I touch. I cannot allow myself to ever see any man again. I have to keep myself around women only.

But being a woman, I'll never have a woman who loves me. My head wants to be with a woman, but my body wants to be with a man. A woman would never want me because of my body, and I would never want to be with a man, even if I do feel this overwhelming urge.

I start crying, as I think about my future. By now, officer Johnson is already telling everyone about me, and they all think I'm a freak. And what woman will want me around, knowing that I could steal their man with just a touch? I will end up alone, unloved, with nobody. I cry myself to sleep.

* * *

 

After two weeks, things are the same for me. I have nobody, I have nothing. Betsy says my face is getting softer, and I look more like a woman, but this is of no comfort to me. She is the only one who ever comes over to see me. Other than her, I am like a leper, alone and unloved.

Needless to say, they have passed a local ordinance restricting access to the woods. The enchantress won't have to worry about being bothered for many years to come after this. Thanks to me, they are all afraid of the woods again.

I wonder what I should do, whether it is worth continuing on like this, or if I should take matters into my own hands. But I am surprised when I hear a knock on the door. It must be Betsy. Nobody else would be here to see me.

"Come in" I say.

I am startled to look up, and see Jack, a boy I knew from school. He was always a loner, always left out. We teased him, and now I was sure he was here to tease me, and have his revenge.

"They say that you give up your body to any man you see" he says quietly and nervously.

"That's right. You're getting me wet already" I reply.

"I've never been with a woman" he says. "And no woman would ever have me. I'm too quiet, too shy. I'm going to die alone."

"No you're not" I say. "Don't be stupid. You'll find somebody."

"I just did' he says, walking closer.

"No Jack, get away from me" I say. "Don't do this! Stop! If you touch me, you won't be able to help yourself. Stop before it's too late!"

But it is no use. He gets closer to me, and I melt for him, just as I do for any guy. He touches my face, and before I can even think, I'm taking off my skirt, and spreading my legs wide open for him.

Unlike officer Johnson, who had many women in his life, this was Jack's first time, and he was scared. But my body knew what to do, and without being able to stop myself, I helped him, teaching him how to please a woman. He made love to me three times that afternoon, before he collapsed on the bed next to me.

"Why aren't you running away?" I said, afraid to look over to him.

"Because I love you" he responds.

"I..." I start to say, unable to stop myself. "I love you."

 

And suddenly, everything is different. I feel it in my face. I no longer have an ugly male face, my transformation is complete. I am totally a woman now, in every way. I am pretty, and I am no longer cursed!

I feel the bond of love grow between myself and Jack, and I am drawn to him, as he is to me. I know that I could never love any other man, and that I am completely his. I would do anything he says, without hesitation, without thinking. I am his love slave, and I can think of nothing but how to please him.

Jack's face lights up as he sees my new face, pretty, fair, fine and feminine. I have long hair now, and it seems natural. I have become completely female, and new thoughts and desires sweep over me. I want...to have a baby. His baby. I want to be a mother, and have many children for the man I love.

I realize that I *want* to be pretty. I *want* to wear dresses, skirts, and pretty clothes. I feel completely female inside, with all links to my male past completely cut. I have gone over, heart, mind, body and soul. My past is gone, and all I can think of is the love I feel now, and our future together.

I am a woman now. Now and forever.

  

  

  

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