The bright light blinded the two, causing them to close their eyes. As they did they felt a tingle run through their bodies. Their stomach's churned as they felt strange new feelings assault them all over their bodies.
A few moments, John opened his eyes and found himself in a completely new place, but one that he had recognized. The college's community garden was actually the largest in the city with a large tree making its home in the center of the rather large garden. John was currently near that same large tree, whose canopy enveloped the garden.
"What...?" John started to say, before slapping a hand over his mouth, his eyes wide. His voice...
He looked down on himself and let out a strangled gasp. His skin had turned a light shade of green, but that wasn't the most shocking thing to him. Filling his vision were a pair of large breasts with dark green aerolas. He reached a hand lower, just between his legs and felt a thin slit. He quickly pulled his hand away and investigated his new body further.
John was standing in a large pink flower, yellow nectar filling the bulb he was standing in, coming up to just over his knees. He reached down and tried to pull himself out, but every time he tried to move his legs up, he felt an indescribable amount of pain. It was almost like the flower was a part of him...
John shook his head. "What's going on?" he wondered aloud, looking around at his surroundings.
"Someone help!" Someone suddenly yelled, just to John's right. He quickly turned to his right to another strange sight.
What seemed to be an teenage girl, with golden hair and pale white skin, was attached to the large tree. At her knees, the girl's legs turned into roots, delving into the ground and her back seemed to be fused with the bark of the tree. "What's the fuck's going on?!" she cried, gritting her teeth. "John, you fucking asshole, what the hell did you do to me?!" The girl shouted into the sky.
John blinked. "...Aaron?" he asked, softly, fearing the answer.
Aaron narrowed his eyes at John, making him flinch. "You," he growled. "What the hell did you do?"
John fidgeted uncomfortably, unable to really move anywhere. "I didn't do anything," he protested. "I don't know what's going on any more than you do!"
"Oh the fuck you don't!" Aaron struggled to tear himself off the tree, before he let out a small cry of pain and settled him back. He folded his arms over his large breasts. "What's going on...?" he hissed. "I... I feel so weird right now."
"I don't know," John admitted. "That book started to glow..."
"Your book," Aaron corrected.
"...my book and we ended up here like this." John paused. "You can't move can't you?"
"No," Aaron replied. "Can you?"
John shook his head. "I think I'm an alraune," he said with a snap of his finger. "And you're a dryad. One of those tree spirit things."
Aaron rolled his eyes. "Thanks genius," he said sarcastically. "Any idea how to change back? Or at the very least fucking move?!"
At that moment, however...