“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.