(16 votes) (4.44)
A girl with limited options volunteers to become a potted plant.
“Am I going to be stuck in this pot for a whole year?” I complained.
“Don’t worry,” Violet reassured me. “I spend most of my time out here in the garden. I’ll keep you company.”
“As you merge with the plant, you will establish a symbiotic relationship with it. Your body will provide for it, and it will provide for you. You will lead an exciting new life as the world’s first human-animal hybrid,” Dr. Spencer said proudly.
“Care to see what you look like?” Violet asked as some guy in a jumpsuit wheeled in a full-length mirror.
I shrugged. “Why not?”
My jaw dropped when I saw my reflection. I looked strangely beautiful, an exotic, alluring blend of girl and plant. The vines looked like they were a part of my skin rather than crudely attached. The leaves accentuated my curves, leaving me both covered and exposed at the same time. The strangest part by far was the look on my face. I looked content, even happy in my pot.
(12 votes) (4.08)
“Did you not read your contract?” he asked.
“What contract? She took a breast enhancement mutagen,” Sam insisted.
The doctor blanched. “Oh dear. That is unfortunate.”
“What is happening to me?” I demanded.
“Well, it seems as though you’ve stumbled across one vial from a lot of bovine mutagen that was reported missing a few weeks ago. This mutagen is very potent, very strictly regulated. It is a speciating mutagen, resulting in a fundamental change in the genetic and physical makeup of the subject it is administered to,” he explained.
“What does that mean?” Sam asked.
“It means that you are transforming into what is colloquially known as a cowgirl, a genetically engineered hybrid designed for maximized milk production.”