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A flower by any other name . . . .
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The ancient hills and forests of Scotland hide long forgotten secrets. Old magic that long ago fell into myth still holds sway the affairs of humans. That same power had drawn Jeffrey, and like many young men before him, he wandered the wilderness, not sure what he was looking for but knowing each step took him closer.
His travels took him into a particular forest that his travel manuals had little information on. The celestial grip on young Jeffrey's soul tugged him deeper into the thicket until he was no longer sure which direction he was going. Faint giggles and sweet scents lured Jeffrey deeper into the forest like little beacons.
“Come closer,” the voices in the forest whispered. “You are almost there!”
He followed the ethereal sounds until he finally came to a clearing full of colorful flowers. The air was heavy with the sweet scent that had drawn him here, and the voices became clear and vibrant:
“At last, our new sister has arrived!”
As the delightful fragrance filled his nostrils, Jeffrey’s eyelids grew too heavy to stay open. He stumbled forward into the clearing and passed out among the flowers.
Excited chants filled the air, summoning magic from the earth to awaken another one of their kind. Ancient energies caressed his body and rapidly wiped away the masculine shell. Rough skin turned satin smooth while bulky limbs were replaced by slender ones. The hard angles in Jeffrey's face faded away into the gentle beauty of plush lips, lovely lashes, and a cute nose. It was all framed by a cascade of luxurious dark hair. As his body swelled with nubile, feminine curves his clothing became flowing garments and his mind filled with the ancient knowledge of the Fae.
“Jin is reborn, a sister for the clan!” The Fae watched their new sister slumber, hoping she would awaken soon. The birth of a new girl for the sisterhood was always cause for celebration and this time would be no different.
An enchanting transformation. Thank You Mistress.
ReplyDeleteI'm typically not a fan of mythical stories, but this one left me spellbound. Must have been the sweet fragrance filling the air...
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