You wake to find the vines gone, replaced by soft grass so pale it’s almost white. A soft blue light illuminates the clearing. You sit up and immediately become aware of the heavy weight hanging from your chest. Your hands shoot up and grab what is undeniably a pair of a large breasts. Very large breasts. Your fingers brush your nipples and you can’t stop a moan as shuddering waves pleasure wracks your body.
“Ooooh, gods,” you moan as you orgasm.
Shocked at the sound of your voice, you raise your hands to your mouth and feel soft, full lips. Running your fingers across them makes them tingle pleasantly. You probe at the rest of your face and find it as unrecognizable as your voice. Gone is your scratchy facial hair and thick jaw, in their place you feel a smooth, delicate chin leading up to peaked cheek bones and large eyes. You touch your ears and find them slightly pointed, your ear lobes vanished. Your hair kept short your entire life is now long and full. It flows like silk through your fingers as you push it forward to fall before your eyes. It’s a lustrous white.
You stand and try to examine the rest of your body in the dim light. Your skin has turned bright green and has a soft, slightly waxy feel more like that of a plant than flesh. Your arms have lost their lean muscles and have become soft, thin and completely hairless, while the rest of your body has become outrageously curvaceous. Your small dainty feet and long supple legs end in a big round ass and flaring hips that give you an hourglass figure most women could only dream off. Your stomach is completely flat, your hard-won abs gone, and you note you no longer have a belly button.
You are not sure how, but the vines have transformed you into a walking wet dream. And you are completely okay with that, apparently. You think the transformation must have also altered your mind in some way so that you would accept the changes. You pinch your nipples absently and let out a whimper, as you consider what has happened to you.
You are thinking about returning home to ask your Master for help when your eyes fall on the tree at the center of the clearing. No longer dead and rotting, it has been completely revitalized. Now it grows tall and strong, and glowing blue leaves sprout from its branches - the source of the light you first noticed on waking.
You feel drawn towards the reborn tree as if compelled. First one delicate step, your unfamiliar body jiggling unsteady, then another, your hips swaying with each step as you quickly adjust and then you are before it. You reach out a gorgeous green hand and touch it. You gasp. Magic rushes forth from the tree into your body, making your legs quake with pleasure, and with it – understanding.
You have been transformed into a dryad. A guardian of the forest. And this is your tree now. Through it you are linked to the entire forest and can draw on its magic. The memories of past dryads flicker before your eyes. You are the last and only dryad left in the Great Forest. The others were killed by humans long ago, leaving the forest without protectors. But no longer. You will protect the forest now.
While you are communing with your tree you sense the forest is in pain. Something is hurting the trees – killing them!