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Notes: Sometimes people around here might wish that magic was real, that transformation magic could really be possible. Call me a party pooper, but I'd never want that to be possible...
Anyway, it's usually my goal to write at least one TF story per year. I didn't think I'd find time this year, but I suddenly got in the mood to write this short quickie horror story. It's not about anyone in particular, but you know the types. (Insert random like-able YouTuber/Internet Personality here) I made a picture from this story too, just because I felt like it. http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21129427/
Adam heard a car come up the driveway, and got up from his computer to look out the window. Indeed, a red Chevy car was slowing coming up the drive, coming all the way to the end of it beside the house. It wasn't just turning around, and he didn't recognize it.
He was in the middle of editing his latest review video, one for the PlayStation version of Clock Tower. As usual, there were a lot of cuts to make between the game footage and the video of himself giving an analysis of it. It was a lot of extra work, but his production quality was one of the things that kept his YouTube channel popular.
There were some YouTubers who had far more followers and even ad deals who didn't demonstrate as much talent and made their money on lazy "Let's Play" videos, but Adam wasn't jealous. He didn't want to be them; his sense of humor and his format worked for him, and he understood that some people got it and some people didn't. He was tall and lanky, but not conventionally handsome, having a long nose, beetle-browed brown eyes, crooked teeth, pale skin, and frizzy brown hair. His online fangirls seemed to like all that, while others didn't notice. Generally he was normal-looking and wore the usual geek uniform of print t-shirts and jeans.
As long as he had enough Patreon patrons to help pay his bills, he was happy with his career. Getting invited to speak at conventions was just the icing on the cake. It was weird that online and at those conventions he'd be treated like a celebrity, but everywhere else, especially his "real" life, he was just an ordinary thirty-year-old living with his mother in the same old house he'd grown up in. He wasn't really ashamed of it, but in his videos he always made his floor of the house look like an apartment.
He left his "apartment" and started up the stairs towards the front door, but instead of hearing a knock in front of him, he heard it behind him, from the back door. It seemed strange to him, but not impossible, that someone would do that. But why not the kitchen door from the deck upstairs? That would've been more obvious. Still, he went to the back door and flipped on the outside light, so it would be easier to see, since the afternoon sun of the backyard made a sharp contrast with the shady doorstep from underneath the deck.
He pulled open the curtain on the door's window and looked down slightly at a white woman with glasses. She was plain in appearance and looked to be about 30, around his own age, was chubby, but not excessively fat, had strawberry blond shoulder-length hair, and was below average height. She was wearing a print Undertale t-shirt and jeans, and holding in one of her arms a large plastic plant pot partially filled with potting soil. Her other arm was straight at her side. She smiled at him and said "Hello, sir. I'm selling seed plants for a fundraiser at Strawberry Hill elementary."
Adam remembered that the local schools were always having fund-raisers for something or other, so he didn't question it. He opened the door almost a foot wide, but stayed inside. He wasn't that interested in plants; that was something that his mother would like, but she was at work. "Umm..." he began. "Well, I don't know. What uh, kinds of plants are they?"
"Oh, mostly succulents and ferns, Dracaena Fragrans, things like that." she said.
"Uh, well, I'm not really into--"
In an instant, the woman lifted her hand and smacked her palm up against his neck, pressing hard into it. His body jerked with surprise, but he didn't move, all his muscles suddenly becoming stiff. The woman took her hand away from his neck and he felt a burning sensation there which quickly became a cold burn, like ice, that radiated through his skeleton, down to his toes.
The woman calmly pushed the door open wider with her side as she stooped forwards and placed the plant pot she was carrying on the floor inside the house. Adam could only shiver and grunt as he tried to ask what she'd just done to him. She stepped inside and stood behind him, letting the door fall shut. She put her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly, rubbing her face into the center of his back. "Mmmmm," she moaned. "Adam. Adam, I've wanted to have you for so long. And now I will."
Adam's panicked mind didn't compute right away that she'd might know his name from the internet, but in this context hearing his name from a stranger was deeply alarming and unwelcome. The tension in his body loosened enough that he could speak, but not enough that he could push her off. "Wh-wh-what are you doing?!" he sputtered. "St-st-sssstop it!"
"Mmmmmnnnoooo," she purred. "It can't stop now."
Adam's field of vision seemed to be lowering down, as if he was starting to kneel, but he knew his legs weren't bending. It was as though he was sinking to the floor, but he couldn't make any sense of that since he knew the floor was polished concrete. He shivered as he felt and heard popping in his joints. He asked with a touch of hysterics in his voice, "What the hell?"
"You must be so confused and upset," the woman non-answered. "But don't worry, the transformation will be over in a couple minutes."
"Transformation?!"
"Mmmm-hmmmm. A little lady like me can't kidnap a big man like you. It'll be a lot easier if I turn you into a potted plant that I can carry."
The blunt absurdity of her words left Adam speechless for a moment. It was laughably ridiculous, but he was far from laughing; the strange sensations in his body told him what his rational mind couldn't: that something gravely awful was happening to him, even if it was impossible. He could dimly see his silhouetted reflection in the glass of the back door's window, and although he wasn't sure what he was seeing, he knew something was terribly wrong with the shape of his head and his general size. "Uh-uh-uh- A plant?" Bits of his brown hair shed off and fell past his eyes. He felt an itch on his back and on his scalp and saw that it looked like something was growing out of his head in his reflection, but it was too dark to see what it was. He whimpered loudly before his voice amplified into a scream.
"That's right. You should be scared!" the woman laughed. "I'm Lauren, I'm a witch, and I use magic. That's all you need to know for now." Lauren's arms started to feel larger and larger to Adam, and he realized with some fright that he really was shrinking. The witch was pleased with the progress. Pink petals were growing from his scalp as expected, and his skin was starting to turn green. The change from animal to plant cells was keeping him paralyzed, and he wasn't able to fight back. "I've got you right where I want you. But don't be too scared. I'll take good care of you." She began kissing the back of his neck and rubbing his back and arms. He was losing muscle mass, becoming more gaunt. All the while, a strange squeaky stretching noise replaced most of the popping and snapping noises as Adam shrank. His legs felt tingly and numb.
Now Adam was getting short enough that he could only see the top of his head in the window, and it now had a decidedly blossom-like shape. He shook his head to confirm to himself that it really was his reflection, and whimpered. "No! No, please!" He looked down at his arms and again screamed when he saw that they looked dark green instead of pale white, and were flattening out, as if his arms were deflating. His fingers seemed to meld together and stretch out to a point, making his arms look much more like the leaves of a house plant. In fact, there was more than one frond where his arms had been, their tips visible from under his shirt, which now seemed as large as a throw blanket to him.
At some point Adam realized that he wasn't shrinking down any further, but also that his legs weren't bearing weight anymore; Lauren was no longer hugging him, but she was actually holding him in her arms. His jeans and underwear loosened and fell away, revealing white stumps that resembled his thighs with spindly little white and brown root structures growing out of his knees. Horrified, he desperately cried out, "HELP ME!! SOMEONE HELP ME!!!" His voice was high and squeaky, cracking with fright.
"Don't worry, it'll be over soon," Lauren assured him. "Besides, no one can hear you."
"LET ME GO!!! LET ME G--" He coughed. Something did not sound right about his voice. It sounded higher than normal and it didn't seem as loud as it was even moments before. "*cough* Stop! Please!" He begged. His neck seemed to lift up and stiffen, locking his head in a forward position. He couldn't move his neck from side to side or up and down, although he could move his eyes. He was now small enough that Lauren was able to hold him with one of her arms, straining with effort, and lifted off his t-shirt with the other arm. She dropped it on the floor, revealing several more long, waxy, green leaves that had been growing on Adam's back. He gasped as he realized that he couldn't feel his arms or legs at all any more.
"Heh-heh..." Lauren laughed to herself. "Almost done! Oh, you are a cute little thing!" She put both her hands underneath him, and he felt the shrinking slow to a stop. He was now completely a houseplant, one with a center body, leaves radiating from it, and a blossom on top, small for a man, but fairly large for a houseplant. He knew this, but couldn't visualize it. His mind was blank with shock.
Swiftly, Lauren set him down in the pot she had put on the floor earlier. Adam noticed some dull cool sensation in his ex-legs as she pushed him into the soil and pulled the moist dirt up to around where his waist had been. He felt physically comfortable, but only physically. She then opened the back door again, covering the palm of her hand with the inside of her shirt to cover her fingerprints. She picked up the entire pot and briskly walked to her car, which was still running its engine. She put Adam on the floor of the front passenger side, and then got in and started to drive away.
Looking up from the car floor, Adam could see the tops of some trees whizzing by in an order that seemed familiar to him through instinct, having driven up and down his street so many times in his life. His confusion and shock cooled down into helplessness. He wanted the car to stop; he wanted everything to stop, but he didn't have any control over the situation. In his mind he screamed, "Stop! Please!"
All that came out of his little mouth was "*squeak*! *squeak*!" It was a tiny, high pitched noise. It surprised him that he sounded like that, unable to form even basic words, but also that he even had a mouth at all. If he could see and hear, then that meant he had to have eyes and ears, but then what did he even look like? He shook his leaves, trying to figure out if he could touch himself, but found quickly that he couldn't. He couldn't do anything. He screamed in frustration, but the sounds he made only exacerbated his awareness of how trapped he was. "*Squeak*! *Squeeeaaak!* *Squeeee!*"
His kidnapper patted him on his head with one hand, and spoke soothingly, like a protective boyfriend talking to a hysterical girlfriend. "Oh, I know that you're upset, Adam. That's entirely understandable. You're probably angry also. I get that."
Her touch only made him feel worse. He cried out again, "*Squeaeeeeaaak*!" The voice sounded smaller than a kitten's mew, even to him.
Lauren laughed a little. "Heh, you sound so cute! You probably don't think so, but I do. You've always been an adorable gentleman. And now your mine. You're a perfect example of everything a good man ought to be: thoughtful, funny, occasionally assertive, strong, compassionate, smart... I've been watching you closely. You're not the average gamer garbage. You're really valuable. That's why I want to keep you for myself."
Her flattery sounded so insanely incongruous with her terrifying attack against him. He felt powerless, almost literally objectified. He just looked down at the stained brown car mat below him, not really focusing his gaze on anything.
"A lot of people who know you know that you're special. Your family and friends are going to miss you a lot. I've looked at their Facebook profiles and stuff, seen old pictures they posted there. There are a lot of people who really love you-- at least it looks like that to me. Your mother, your father, Anna, Tom, Stephen... I noticed that they mostly stopped posting anything with you after you started getting famous, which is sweet of them, don't you think? They actually tried to protect you, tried to protect your privacy! But it wasn't enough!" She laughed.
Adam felt a chill in his small body, his mind momentarily blank with disbelief that she would actually say such a thing. He'd been too shocked to think about the "why" of the attack until now, and it was becoming clear to him that he'd been stalked.
"And it still won't be enough. So many people are going to be hurt so bad by your disappearance. They're going to try so hard to find you. But they will never find you, Adam. They'll go to their graves never knowing what happened to you."
Lauren was right; he knew they'd never stop looking for him, that they'd never stop hurting, and that he couldn't help them. "*Squeak*! *Squeak*!" He suddenly found out that his eyes could shed tears. He felt a deep pain that seemed to tingle in his roots, and his leaves shook again as a fit of grief gripped his little succulent body. Again, he tried to move his leaves to wipe his eyes, but couldn't. He could only blink them away.
The possibility of this happening, of someone actually stalking and harassing him, had occurred to Adam before. He'd seen people talking about his personal life online or even asking him inappropriate questions. Weirdos and fangirls were a normal part of being internet famous. It happened to everyone. But he never really, truly, believed that anyone would actually try to hurt him. That was something that happened to other, more important people. He wasn't famous enough to be stalked for real. No one would ever bother to hurt him. Why would they? He was just some guy! Just some ordinary guy! Why would anyone care? No one cared! He wasn't that important, not in real life! Why was this happening to him?
"It's so amazing that I can do that, you know? Just shatter some people's lives to pieces? Nobody knows I'm that important, but I am." Adam couldn't see the smile on her face, but he could hear it in her voice. "But it's a secret you see. I only mess around with ordinary people I can get access to. It's not like I'd try to turn a President into a potted plant. It would be so hard! But you were easy-- even easier than I'd expected!"
Lauren went on to explain who she was and how she came to find Adam. Literally captive to her frighteningly flippant bragging, Adam had to listen, each revelation more disturbing than the last.
Apparently she really was a witch. Witches were, Lauren assured him, very rare and that their abilities and activities were kept secret from the public. They are ordinary humans who know how to wield magic, and they keep it secret by avoiding conspicuous and grandiose actions. "That's why I wanted you, Adam. I wanted you for myself, and I knew I could do it without getting caught. You're interesting enough for me to want you, famous enough to be very, very special... but not so much that you're inaccessible or that the police will put any extra time into figuring out what happened to you."
Lauren explained how she figured out what his private address was by looking for his sister's name, and then using that to find the name of his home town. She then searched for a street name on a street sign she saw in one of his videos when he was filming outside. Then she just used Google Streets to virtually walk up the street until she found his place. His house had never appeared complete in his videos, but he used different rooms and outdoor angles in his work over time, and Lauren made note of these instances and used screenshots to construct a probable whole.
She knew where his house was. She knew that he lived in a split-level with his mother. She knew his mother's name, his father's name, that they were divorced. She knew which floor his "apartment" was on. She knew how many doors his house had and knew there was a back door to the basement floor that wasn't visible from the street. She knew that in the summer a row of trees behind the house would be sufficiently green enough to hide that door from the neighbor's view. She knew that his mother worked for a local newspaper and that Adam would probably be alone during the weekdays. She was also overtly pleased to have been right about everything.
She bragged that she'd never get caught. Adam knew that she was probably right. There wasn't a body. No one had seen what happened to him. And chiefly, no one would ever, ever believe that he'd been turned into a plant. It was unthinkable.
"Oh, and I almost forgot," she cheerfully added, "If you're wondering why I chose a potted plant for your new form, it's because there are a few special magic herbs that can only obtained by turning a human into a plant. It has to have a human's soul to work or something. Well anyway, I figured I'd just hit 2 birds with one stone and get both the Pink Moonbeam flower and you! You're a succulent-type plant, but not any like you've seen before. I'll show you later on, when we stop somewhere. But that won't be for, like, 11 hours!"
It was a long drive. Lauren spent most of it listening to techno on her mp3 player, which had a lot of video game music and techno. A lot of it was music that he recognized and liked, but that only added to her creepiness. She was clearly a fan, so of course she was probably into a lot of the same things as he was if she was able to subscribe to his channel in the first place. A few times she stopped for food and to water him, but not often.
Eventually Lauren stopped for the night at a vintage no-brand motel, one where people minded their own business, one like you'd see in a horror movie. She took Adam into her room and placed him in front of a mirror behind a nightstand so that he could get a good look at himself.
He looked like a cross between a cactus, a melon, and a plain houseplant, having no spikes but a smooth watermelonesque bulge in the center of the pot, probably where his head used to be, surrounded by long, waxy, thick leaves. They looked familiar to him, like he'd seen on many potted houseplants he'd never bothered to think about before, dark green with stripes of light green coming from the center of the leaf and fading out at the edges. He didn't know the name, but the plant he was thinking of was Sansevieria trifasciata, sometimes called "mother in law's tongue."
At the top of his melon-like body was a large pink blossom with yellow pollen florets in the center, like a cactus might have. As he blinked, he recognized that there was a little face on the melon-like catcus-ish body of the plant: two small black eyes and a tiny slit of a mouth below them. He was afraid to confirm that it was his, but he had to. "*Squeak!*" He saw the little mouth move, and quickly shut his eyes. He didn't want to think of himself this way, even if it was the truth. He quaked with distress. "*Squeak!*"
Lauren laughed a little and picked him up, sitting on the creaky hotel bed and placing the pot in her lap. "Ohhhh, sweetie, I know you don't think so, but I think you're absolutely adorable!" She stroked one of his leaves, which he could feel, but not as well as he could if he still had human skin; tactile sensations felt somewhat dulled to him. "You probably won't ever come to appreciate that, Adam. You'll probably always hate me. But I'm OK with that. I'm prepared for that. What I've done to you is absolutely detestable and you don't deserve any of this." she said softly.
Her blatant awareness of her evil made Adam the angriest he'd been all day-- although he couldn't show it much. She wasn't crazy. She just had power and was using it to please herself. She had absolute power over him, and had the power to cut an unmendable hole into the lives of his friends and family. And she knew it.
"Well... maybe not 'deserve' in a moral sense," she added. "But since witches are so rare and being attacked with magic is even rarer, I guess it means something that I'd choose to use it on you and not someone else, right? You important to deserve that dubious honor, I think, heh hee."
He did hate her. But that couldn't help him.
Nothing could help him.
The next night, after endless driving, they arrived at Lauren's house. Adam couldn't see much of the outside in the dark, but he could tell that it was a one-story ranch house and that it wasn't very big. He didn't even know what state they were in. She took him to a sun room in the back of the house with one wall of glass windows covered in semi-transparent window-frosting plastic film which allowed moonlight to penetrate, but blurred all details what was inside or outside of the glass. She turned on a light, and some small squeaking noises immediately filled the room.
With horror, Adam realized he wasn't alone. Lauren had been so deft with her kidnapping plan because she'd done it before. There were two other plants in the room: a rosebush in a large pot on a table by the windows, and a tree or bush of some sort with little fuchsia blossoms on it, planted in a large urn on the floor. They both had faces similar to his, and he knew what had happened to them. His heart ached for them, even though he knew nothing else about these people. He could tell from the unhappy sounds that they made that they regretted his presence there as well. She placed him on an empty end table against a wall, facing him towards the other two plants.
"Jessica, Harry... this is Adam. I just picked him up a couple days ago. You know what that means!" She smiled as she picked up plant watering can from the floor and started filling it up from a small sink in the corner of the room. "He's probably not much happier to be here than you are! Poor Adam!" she almost sang. She then watered the three of them, introducing the plants as she went. The rose bush was Jessica, an enemy of Lauren's at work. Harry, the bush, was a blogger who had also attracted Lauren's obsession a few years prior, much like Adam. She patted him affectionately, and Adam could tell it was an unwelcome gesture.
As Lauren watered Adam, she stroked his leaves. "Hmmm, and now you're my favorite, Adam. But I must go to bed, honey. Gotta go to work tomorrow. Good night!" She then put the watering can down, turned out the light, and left the room. He heard her lock the door behind her, like a dungeon. The room went silent except for the sounds of two magic plant-humans crying. In a moment, he joined them.
Anyway, it's usually my goal to write at least one TF story per year. I didn't think I'd find time this year, but I suddenly got in the mood to write this short quickie horror story. It's not about anyone in particular, but you know the types. (Insert random like-able YouTuber/Internet Personality here) I made a picture from this story too, just because I felt like it. http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21129427/
______________________________________________________________________________________Just Some Ordinary Guy
by Roachqueen © 2016Adam heard a car come up the driveway, and got up from his computer to look out the window. Indeed, a red Chevy car was slowing coming up the drive, coming all the way to the end of it beside the house. It wasn't just turning around, and he didn't recognize it.
He was in the middle of editing his latest review video, one for the PlayStation version of Clock Tower. As usual, there were a lot of cuts to make between the game footage and the video of himself giving an analysis of it. It was a lot of extra work, but his production quality was one of the things that kept his YouTube channel popular.
There were some YouTubers who had far more followers and even ad deals who didn't demonstrate as much talent and made their money on lazy "Let's Play" videos, but Adam wasn't jealous. He didn't want to be them; his sense of humor and his format worked for him, and he understood that some people got it and some people didn't. He was tall and lanky, but not conventionally handsome, having a long nose, beetle-browed brown eyes, crooked teeth, pale skin, and frizzy brown hair. His online fangirls seemed to like all that, while others didn't notice. Generally he was normal-looking and wore the usual geek uniform of print t-shirts and jeans.
As long as he had enough Patreon patrons to help pay his bills, he was happy with his career. Getting invited to speak at conventions was just the icing on the cake. It was weird that online and at those conventions he'd be treated like a celebrity, but everywhere else, especially his "real" life, he was just an ordinary thirty-year-old living with his mother in the same old house he'd grown up in. He wasn't really ashamed of it, but in his videos he always made his floor of the house look like an apartment.
He left his "apartment" and started up the stairs towards the front door, but instead of hearing a knock in front of him, he heard it behind him, from the back door. It seemed strange to him, but not impossible, that someone would do that. But why not the kitchen door from the deck upstairs? That would've been more obvious. Still, he went to the back door and flipped on the outside light, so it would be easier to see, since the afternoon sun of the backyard made a sharp contrast with the shady doorstep from underneath the deck.
He pulled open the curtain on the door's window and looked down slightly at a white woman with glasses. She was plain in appearance and looked to be about 30, around his own age, was chubby, but not excessively fat, had strawberry blond shoulder-length hair, and was below average height. She was wearing a print Undertale t-shirt and jeans, and holding in one of her arms a large plastic plant pot partially filled with potting soil. Her other arm was straight at her side. She smiled at him and said "Hello, sir. I'm selling seed plants for a fundraiser at Strawberry Hill elementary."
Adam remembered that the local schools were always having fund-raisers for something or other, so he didn't question it. He opened the door almost a foot wide, but stayed inside. He wasn't that interested in plants; that was something that his mother would like, but she was at work. "Umm..." he began. "Well, I don't know. What uh, kinds of plants are they?"
"Oh, mostly succulents and ferns, Dracaena Fragrans, things like that." she said.
"Uh, well, I'm not really into--"
In an instant, the woman lifted her hand and smacked her palm up against his neck, pressing hard into it. His body jerked with surprise, but he didn't move, all his muscles suddenly becoming stiff. The woman took her hand away from his neck and he felt a burning sensation there which quickly became a cold burn, like ice, that radiated through his skeleton, down to his toes.
The woman calmly pushed the door open wider with her side as she stooped forwards and placed the plant pot she was carrying on the floor inside the house. Adam could only shiver and grunt as he tried to ask what she'd just done to him. She stepped inside and stood behind him, letting the door fall shut. She put her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly, rubbing her face into the center of his back. "Mmmmm," she moaned. "Adam. Adam, I've wanted to have you for so long. And now I will."
Adam's panicked mind didn't compute right away that she'd might know his name from the internet, but in this context hearing his name from a stranger was deeply alarming and unwelcome. The tension in his body loosened enough that he could speak, but not enough that he could push her off. "Wh-wh-what are you doing?!" he sputtered. "St-st-sssstop it!"
"Mmmmmnnnoooo," she purred. "It can't stop now."
Adam's field of vision seemed to be lowering down, as if he was starting to kneel, but he knew his legs weren't bending. It was as though he was sinking to the floor, but he couldn't make any sense of that since he knew the floor was polished concrete. He shivered as he felt and heard popping in his joints. He asked with a touch of hysterics in his voice, "What the hell?"
"You must be so confused and upset," the woman non-answered. "But don't worry, the transformation will be over in a couple minutes."
"Transformation?!"
"Mmmm-hmmmm. A little lady like me can't kidnap a big man like you. It'll be a lot easier if I turn you into a potted plant that I can carry."
The blunt absurdity of her words left Adam speechless for a moment. It was laughably ridiculous, but he was far from laughing; the strange sensations in his body told him what his rational mind couldn't: that something gravely awful was happening to him, even if it was impossible. He could dimly see his silhouetted reflection in the glass of the back door's window, and although he wasn't sure what he was seeing, he knew something was terribly wrong with the shape of his head and his general size. "Uh-uh-uh- A plant?" Bits of his brown hair shed off and fell past his eyes. He felt an itch on his back and on his scalp and saw that it looked like something was growing out of his head in his reflection, but it was too dark to see what it was. He whimpered loudly before his voice amplified into a scream.
"That's right. You should be scared!" the woman laughed. "I'm Lauren, I'm a witch, and I use magic. That's all you need to know for now." Lauren's arms started to feel larger and larger to Adam, and he realized with some fright that he really was shrinking. The witch was pleased with the progress. Pink petals were growing from his scalp as expected, and his skin was starting to turn green. The change from animal to plant cells was keeping him paralyzed, and he wasn't able to fight back. "I've got you right where I want you. But don't be too scared. I'll take good care of you." She began kissing the back of his neck and rubbing his back and arms. He was losing muscle mass, becoming more gaunt. All the while, a strange squeaky stretching noise replaced most of the popping and snapping noises as Adam shrank. His legs felt tingly and numb.
Now Adam was getting short enough that he could only see the top of his head in the window, and it now had a decidedly blossom-like shape. He shook his head to confirm to himself that it really was his reflection, and whimpered. "No! No, please!" He looked down at his arms and again screamed when he saw that they looked dark green instead of pale white, and were flattening out, as if his arms were deflating. His fingers seemed to meld together and stretch out to a point, making his arms look much more like the leaves of a house plant. In fact, there was more than one frond where his arms had been, their tips visible from under his shirt, which now seemed as large as a throw blanket to him.
At some point Adam realized that he wasn't shrinking down any further, but also that his legs weren't bearing weight anymore; Lauren was no longer hugging him, but she was actually holding him in her arms. His jeans and underwear loosened and fell away, revealing white stumps that resembled his thighs with spindly little white and brown root structures growing out of his knees. Horrified, he desperately cried out, "HELP ME!! SOMEONE HELP ME!!!" His voice was high and squeaky, cracking with fright.
"Don't worry, it'll be over soon," Lauren assured him. "Besides, no one can hear you."
"LET ME GO!!! LET ME G--" He coughed. Something did not sound right about his voice. It sounded higher than normal and it didn't seem as loud as it was even moments before. "*cough* Stop! Please!" He begged. His neck seemed to lift up and stiffen, locking his head in a forward position. He couldn't move his neck from side to side or up and down, although he could move his eyes. He was now small enough that Lauren was able to hold him with one of her arms, straining with effort, and lifted off his t-shirt with the other arm. She dropped it on the floor, revealing several more long, waxy, green leaves that had been growing on Adam's back. He gasped as he realized that he couldn't feel his arms or legs at all any more.
"Heh-heh..." Lauren laughed to herself. "Almost done! Oh, you are a cute little thing!" She put both her hands underneath him, and he felt the shrinking slow to a stop. He was now completely a houseplant, one with a center body, leaves radiating from it, and a blossom on top, small for a man, but fairly large for a houseplant. He knew this, but couldn't visualize it. His mind was blank with shock.
Swiftly, Lauren set him down in the pot she had put on the floor earlier. Adam noticed some dull cool sensation in his ex-legs as she pushed him into the soil and pulled the moist dirt up to around where his waist had been. He felt physically comfortable, but only physically. She then opened the back door again, covering the palm of her hand with the inside of her shirt to cover her fingerprints. She picked up the entire pot and briskly walked to her car, which was still running its engine. She put Adam on the floor of the front passenger side, and then got in and started to drive away.
Looking up from the car floor, Adam could see the tops of some trees whizzing by in an order that seemed familiar to him through instinct, having driven up and down his street so many times in his life. His confusion and shock cooled down into helplessness. He wanted the car to stop; he wanted everything to stop, but he didn't have any control over the situation. In his mind he screamed, "Stop! Please!"
All that came out of his little mouth was "*squeak*! *squeak*!" It was a tiny, high pitched noise. It surprised him that he sounded like that, unable to form even basic words, but also that he even had a mouth at all. If he could see and hear, then that meant he had to have eyes and ears, but then what did he even look like? He shook his leaves, trying to figure out if he could touch himself, but found quickly that he couldn't. He couldn't do anything. He screamed in frustration, but the sounds he made only exacerbated his awareness of how trapped he was. "*Squeak*! *Squeeeaaak!* *Squeeee!*"
His kidnapper patted him on his head with one hand, and spoke soothingly, like a protective boyfriend talking to a hysterical girlfriend. "Oh, I know that you're upset, Adam. That's entirely understandable. You're probably angry also. I get that."
Her touch only made him feel worse. He cried out again, "*Squeaeeeeaaak*!" The voice sounded smaller than a kitten's mew, even to him.
Lauren laughed a little. "Heh, you sound so cute! You probably don't think so, but I do. You've always been an adorable gentleman. And now your mine. You're a perfect example of everything a good man ought to be: thoughtful, funny, occasionally assertive, strong, compassionate, smart... I've been watching you closely. You're not the average gamer garbage. You're really valuable. That's why I want to keep you for myself."
Her flattery sounded so insanely incongruous with her terrifying attack against him. He felt powerless, almost literally objectified. He just looked down at the stained brown car mat below him, not really focusing his gaze on anything.
"A lot of people who know you know that you're special. Your family and friends are going to miss you a lot. I've looked at their Facebook profiles and stuff, seen old pictures they posted there. There are a lot of people who really love you-- at least it looks like that to me. Your mother, your father, Anna, Tom, Stephen... I noticed that they mostly stopped posting anything with you after you started getting famous, which is sweet of them, don't you think? They actually tried to protect you, tried to protect your privacy! But it wasn't enough!" She laughed.
Adam felt a chill in his small body, his mind momentarily blank with disbelief that she would actually say such a thing. He'd been too shocked to think about the "why" of the attack until now, and it was becoming clear to him that he'd been stalked.
"And it still won't be enough. So many people are going to be hurt so bad by your disappearance. They're going to try so hard to find you. But they will never find you, Adam. They'll go to their graves never knowing what happened to you."
Lauren was right; he knew they'd never stop looking for him, that they'd never stop hurting, and that he couldn't help them. "*Squeak*! *Squeak*!" He suddenly found out that his eyes could shed tears. He felt a deep pain that seemed to tingle in his roots, and his leaves shook again as a fit of grief gripped his little succulent body. Again, he tried to move his leaves to wipe his eyes, but couldn't. He could only blink them away.
The possibility of this happening, of someone actually stalking and harassing him, had occurred to Adam before. He'd seen people talking about his personal life online or even asking him inappropriate questions. Weirdos and fangirls were a normal part of being internet famous. It happened to everyone. But he never really, truly, believed that anyone would actually try to hurt him. That was something that happened to other, more important people. He wasn't famous enough to be stalked for real. No one would ever bother to hurt him. Why would they? He was just some guy! Just some ordinary guy! Why would anyone care? No one cared! He wasn't that important, not in real life! Why was this happening to him?
"It's so amazing that I can do that, you know? Just shatter some people's lives to pieces? Nobody knows I'm that important, but I am." Adam couldn't see the smile on her face, but he could hear it in her voice. "But it's a secret you see. I only mess around with ordinary people I can get access to. It's not like I'd try to turn a President into a potted plant. It would be so hard! But you were easy-- even easier than I'd expected!"
Lauren went on to explain who she was and how she came to find Adam. Literally captive to her frighteningly flippant bragging, Adam had to listen, each revelation more disturbing than the last.
Apparently she really was a witch. Witches were, Lauren assured him, very rare and that their abilities and activities were kept secret from the public. They are ordinary humans who know how to wield magic, and they keep it secret by avoiding conspicuous and grandiose actions. "That's why I wanted you, Adam. I wanted you for myself, and I knew I could do it without getting caught. You're interesting enough for me to want you, famous enough to be very, very special... but not so much that you're inaccessible or that the police will put any extra time into figuring out what happened to you."
Lauren explained how she figured out what his private address was by looking for his sister's name, and then using that to find the name of his home town. She then searched for a street name on a street sign she saw in one of his videos when he was filming outside. Then she just used Google Streets to virtually walk up the street until she found his place. His house had never appeared complete in his videos, but he used different rooms and outdoor angles in his work over time, and Lauren made note of these instances and used screenshots to construct a probable whole.
She knew where his house was. She knew that he lived in a split-level with his mother. She knew his mother's name, his father's name, that they were divorced. She knew which floor his "apartment" was on. She knew how many doors his house had and knew there was a back door to the basement floor that wasn't visible from the street. She knew that in the summer a row of trees behind the house would be sufficiently green enough to hide that door from the neighbor's view. She knew that his mother worked for a local newspaper and that Adam would probably be alone during the weekdays. She was also overtly pleased to have been right about everything.
She bragged that she'd never get caught. Adam knew that she was probably right. There wasn't a body. No one had seen what happened to him. And chiefly, no one would ever, ever believe that he'd been turned into a plant. It was unthinkable.
"Oh, and I almost forgot," she cheerfully added, "If you're wondering why I chose a potted plant for your new form, it's because there are a few special magic herbs that can only obtained by turning a human into a plant. It has to have a human's soul to work or something. Well anyway, I figured I'd just hit 2 birds with one stone and get both the Pink Moonbeam flower and you! You're a succulent-type plant, but not any like you've seen before. I'll show you later on, when we stop somewhere. But that won't be for, like, 11 hours!"
It was a long drive. Lauren spent most of it listening to techno on her mp3 player, which had a lot of video game music and techno. A lot of it was music that he recognized and liked, but that only added to her creepiness. She was clearly a fan, so of course she was probably into a lot of the same things as he was if she was able to subscribe to his channel in the first place. A few times she stopped for food and to water him, but not often.
Eventually Lauren stopped for the night at a vintage no-brand motel, one where people minded their own business, one like you'd see in a horror movie. She took Adam into her room and placed him in front of a mirror behind a nightstand so that he could get a good look at himself.
He looked like a cross between a cactus, a melon, and a plain houseplant, having no spikes but a smooth watermelonesque bulge in the center of the pot, probably where his head used to be, surrounded by long, waxy, thick leaves. They looked familiar to him, like he'd seen on many potted houseplants he'd never bothered to think about before, dark green with stripes of light green coming from the center of the leaf and fading out at the edges. He didn't know the name, but the plant he was thinking of was Sansevieria trifasciata, sometimes called "mother in law's tongue."
At the top of his melon-like body was a large pink blossom with yellow pollen florets in the center, like a cactus might have. As he blinked, he recognized that there was a little face on the melon-like catcus-ish body of the plant: two small black eyes and a tiny slit of a mouth below them. He was afraid to confirm that it was his, but he had to. "*Squeak!*" He saw the little mouth move, and quickly shut his eyes. He didn't want to think of himself this way, even if it was the truth. He quaked with distress. "*Squeak!*"
Lauren laughed a little and picked him up, sitting on the creaky hotel bed and placing the pot in her lap. "Ohhhh, sweetie, I know you don't think so, but I think you're absolutely adorable!" She stroked one of his leaves, which he could feel, but not as well as he could if he still had human skin; tactile sensations felt somewhat dulled to him. "You probably won't ever come to appreciate that, Adam. You'll probably always hate me. But I'm OK with that. I'm prepared for that. What I've done to you is absolutely detestable and you don't deserve any of this." she said softly.
Her blatant awareness of her evil made Adam the angriest he'd been all day-- although he couldn't show it much. She wasn't crazy. She just had power and was using it to please herself. She had absolute power over him, and had the power to cut an unmendable hole into the lives of his friends and family. And she knew it.
"Well... maybe not 'deserve' in a moral sense," she added. "But since witches are so rare and being attacked with magic is even rarer, I guess it means something that I'd choose to use it on you and not someone else, right? You important to deserve that dubious honor, I think, heh hee."
He did hate her. But that couldn't help him.
Nothing could help him.
* * * The next night, after endless driving, they arrived at Lauren's house. Adam couldn't see much of the outside in the dark, but he could tell that it was a one-story ranch house and that it wasn't very big. He didn't even know what state they were in. She took him to a sun room in the back of the house with one wall of glass windows covered in semi-transparent window-frosting plastic film which allowed moonlight to penetrate, but blurred all details what was inside or outside of the glass. She turned on a light, and some small squeaking noises immediately filled the room.
With horror, Adam realized he wasn't alone. Lauren had been so deft with her kidnapping plan because she'd done it before. There were two other plants in the room: a rosebush in a large pot on a table by the windows, and a tree or bush of some sort with little fuchsia blossoms on it, planted in a large urn on the floor. They both had faces similar to his, and he knew what had happened to them. His heart ached for them, even though he knew nothing else about these people. He could tell from the unhappy sounds that they made that they regretted his presence there as well. She placed him on an empty end table against a wall, facing him towards the other two plants.
"Jessica, Harry... this is Adam. I just picked him up a couple days ago. You know what that means!" She smiled as she picked up plant watering can from the floor and started filling it up from a small sink in the corner of the room. "He's probably not much happier to be here than you are! Poor Adam!" she almost sang. She then watered the three of them, introducing the plants as she went. The rose bush was Jessica, an enemy of Lauren's at work. Harry, the bush, was a blogger who had also attracted Lauren's obsession a few years prior, much like Adam. She patted him affectionately, and Adam could tell it was an unwelcome gesture.
As Lauren watered Adam, she stroked his leaves. "Hmmm, and now you're my favorite, Adam. But I must go to bed, honey. Gotta go to work tomorrow. Good night!" She then put the watering can down, turned out the light, and left the room. He heard her lock the door behind her, like a dungeon. The room went silent except for the sounds of two magic plant-humans crying. In a moment, he joined them.
END
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Thanks! I love sad TFs too. All TFs would be sad IRL, even if you wanted to do it. I mean, TF takes away your identity and your life, so there's going to be some loss. Like you might be really excited to finally be a Shark, your lifelong dream, but you can't play Golden Axe with fins and that sucks.
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