The wait felt eternal but fortunately the groundskeeper wasn’t out for long and he came back with a little ceramic pot in his hands. The moment he planted Willy in the pot, the boy was instantly relieved from his hunger and thirst.
“I talked with Mr. Headmaster and can’t, you believe it, boy. You’re going straight to floor 12+1. An amazing school year awaits you.” The big man said. He didn’t bother covering the hint of irony in his words.
“(Floor 12+1? The mysterious place where all the cursed students end up? That place really exists? Oh, crap.”)
The groundskeeper entered the Stonewood Male Dormitory and once inside some students saw him carry that ugly-looking daisy.
“I swear, the whole campus is cheaping out on the decor.” One of them commented.
Willy felt embarrassed as the big hairy man carried his tiny self towards the elevator. He must look like a sorry excuse for an ornament. “(I’m not part of the scenery, I’m a student, dammit!”)
The groundskeeper pressed the “12” and “1” buttons at the same time on the elevator panel and the doors closed. Once the doors opened again, Willy was met with a dusty-looking hallway, which would also be his room, as Mr. Headmaster had assigned the little daisy-headed student to be part of the hallway decorations.
“Welcome to your room. Make yourself at home.” The gruffy man said when they arrived at a pot that was much wider than the temporary pot Willy had been placed in. But most surprisingly, that pot wasn’t unoccupied. “...And meet your new roommate. He’s been cursed too. Try not to get your roots tangled too much while the other students who live on this floor are looking.”
“(Wait, what does that mean?!)”
Willy was hastily planted on the pot, right besides the other plant. “Don’t forget to present yourselves to each other. Have a fun school year, boys.” Were the man’s parting words, unceremoniously leaving the two plants alone.
Willy would’ve gulped if he could. He looked at the other plant. He looked similar to Willy, maybe he had been cursed with the exact same curse. But the other plant was much taller, its armless torso was much more muscular and instead of a piss-poor daisy he had the head of a red rose.
“(Wow, he’s... kinda beautiful...)” Willy thought to himself.
“(Oh, thank you!)” Willy heard the rose say. “(Amazing! Looks like we can communicate with each other as long as we are planted right next to each other!)” Willy looked at the rose, his mental voice was much deeper and manly than his own. “(Oh, fuck! This is great! I’ve been alone stuck in this pot all summer! You have no idea how much I’ve yearned for someone to talk to!)”
“(Really? All summer? And they still haven’t dispelled your curse?)” Willy asked the muscular rose.
“(They’re working on it, but most of the researchers were on holiday leave so... Let’s just say I’m just glad they water me every now and then at least).”
“(That’s awful... I’ve just been cursed today and I’m still not used to being a plant. Oh! My name’s Willy by the way.)”
The buff naked torso of the rose bowed to Willy. “(I’m Kevin but my friends call me Kev... Well, back when I wasn’t a rose-headed freak.)”
“(Nice to meet you, Kev.)” Willy said, glad to have met someone who was in the same boat as him. He noticed something pressing against his cock and balls. “(What the...?)”
“(Sorry about that. It’s just that you’re the first person I can talk to in ages, this pot is too small for both of our packages and, well, I’m gay, so...)”
Kev got an erection and Willy’s tiny cock and balls were squished against the muscular rose’s spectacularly-sized manhood which could be barely contained by the wide ceramic pot.
Willy’s school year was certainly going to be interesting.