The thorn went cleanly into the tip of Cory's finger. Remaining calm, Cory sucked a bit at the wound. Nothing happened. He was not transforming into a plant, he was not growing leaves. Elated, Cory laughed at the thought that he had figured out his curse. A sudden rush of happiness coursed through him, and in a final act of defiance, Cory stuck himself again.
Big mistake. Cory felt that familiar tingle once again, as his thin legs turned a deep green.
"OK Cory, don't panic. Think. You have to think. The first time, nothing happened. You were calm. The second time, you were very happy..."
Cory's already thin legs grew skinnier. They fused together into a stalk as his feet split at the toes, branching into myriad directions. They dug into the soil. His penis resembled a thorny stick, rather awkwardly placed on his trunk, as his bellybutton dissipated and his stomach thinned into his stalk.
"Any intense emotion triggers and fuels the change..." Cory thought with increasing panic. He just couldn't help it; he could see his penis turning into a stick with a bud on the end of it. It bloomed into a beautiful pink rose. A single leaf grew off to the side.
Cory looked away. His shoulders, neck and head turned green as his hair dropped to the ground. His neck turned pink as roses bloomed around it. Pink blossoms adorned his head. His fingers split down his hands and arms, forming branches. Growing longer. Cory's transformation into a rosebush was quite beautiful and graceful. His green mouth and nose sealed themselves shut.
Cory could not stop this transformation as he had stopped his change into a bee. His brain was overtaken by the plant. He was like a plant... He was a plant...
Cory's eyes shut, his face covered in flowers. Thorns grew out from his skin. Cory began to absorb nutrients through his new, randomly placed sprouting leaves.