Near to an hour later and beside the bedroom window of Zack Atwood, Johnny the now were-tree had replanted his roots and become a nicely shaped Apple tree. He had first thought of this as if some terrible curse upon his person, but being a living tree, a were-tree, he could still see, hear, and if the situation presented itself, he might even say something.
Peering inside the bedroom window, Johnny had the early on chance to see Zack come home, he going to his bedroom, began to undress for taking a hot shower.
Johnny watch, the breeze blowing through his bows and leaves giving him a sensation similar to an arousal. He rather liked his being a were-tree, and found that when the breeze rustled him, one of his lower branches would rise to the occasion, all stiff and without any unsightly knots.
Johnny watched, he noted much about Zack and more about his physical self. He wanted to do what Dorothy Storm said he should, and while he remembered much, he had to endure being a tree by night and all day.
Zack was no fool he knew their house and the property had no apple trees, and seeing one just pop up full grown, he wondered about if it were some magical trickery. As if to test it, he took from his pocket a jackknife. As he opened the blade, Zack thought first to carve his name into the bark of the tree, but not wishing to take a lot of time checking his theory, he took hold of one very stout and low hung branch and began to cut at it, as if wanting to saw it off the tree.
Johnny stood there stunned and fearful of his maleness being cut of by a jackknife, and what he did not know was whether by being a were-tree, if his body could rejuvenate the loss of an appendage or a branch?
Zack grabbed the stout branch and with knife in hand he was about to try and cut or carve the limp.
"Hey, shit-head, I would prefer you did not cut off what I hold still as something quite dear!" Johnny said, he speaking with his usual manner of slang and dislike for anyone doing his cute body any harm. His speaking up knocked Zack to fall over on his butt, he looking up at the strange tree, knew it was more, much more.
Suddenly, Johnny knew the jig was up and wondering what Zack might do was made worse as he feared what Dorothy Strom might do to him?