As you follow the seed, the plant within you continues to blend into your body, as the plant and you become one genetic being. Your mind is filled with pictures and smells of a long dead world. You see sentient plant creatures propelling these hardened space seeds into space, filled with the knowledge of a dying race desparate to preserve some memory of its existence. The seeds bumps into a closed door at the end of the hallway, and rolls back to you. You put your foot on the seed to stop it, and the seed vibrates under your foot attempting to rock itself free. Your body's genome is now compatible with the seed, and contact with the seed is not repulsed with the burning response you previously encountered. You know this, as you recall in a way you can't yet understand, how the seeds protect themselves once they reach a compatible alien world. As you pick up the seed with your hand, your slightly red fingers have a sheen to them. Your cells have a cell wall like that of a plant, giving you a shimmery glean to your body, but flexible so that you have full range of movement. You feel content and return to your bed, as you rest while the plant completes the bonding process with you. Your mind is filled with millions of years of an entire species's experiences, literature, science. The root is an intergalatic library, with the bonding process changing your body to not only comprehend what his happening to you, it is also enabling you to use this new information.
You wake up and it's twilight, you have slept for several hours. You sit up in bed, your tiny seed next to you, where a tiny green tendril extends from your body into the seed. You pick up the seed and your tendril retracts into your body. Your hand, no, your entire body looks like a shiny rubber. You bend and move, and your skin creases just as if you were wearing a wetsuit. You slowly slide your finger across your arm, realizing you have full sensation just like your own skin. You touch the tip of your stalk penis, and it splits open like the petals of a flower. You slide your seed into your vaginal cavity. The alien species was asexual, a trait you now posses. Your seed can bond with other consenting humans or be carried in your womb and become your clone in what you think is 3 weeks or 3 months, depending on a your still early and basic understanding of their calendar. By consenting to the bonding, you are bound to do no harm. Your not being controlled by the seed, but the genetic memories of the plant solidify a will to use this gift for the benefit of humans and not against the host species.
You slide off the bed and walk into the bathroom, and notice your face for the first time since the bonding. Your face is soft, not masculine or feminine. Your breasts jut forward like a b cup, but with small manly nipples. Your abs look like a well honed 6 pack from a body builder, but your waist down looks well toned and feminine, muscular calves, and feet larger than before. You open your mouth and see your teeth, or what they are now, while hard are no longer hard enamel, but a bright white and less flexible version of your skin. Your mind starts to remember what the bonding has done to your genetic structure. In a few moments you realize your combined body is only 1/3 human and 2/3 alien. This was necessary due to the relative primitive DNA humans have compared to the alien genome.
You grab your phone and walk outside. You call the one friend you think will be sympathetic to your change. You dial the phone, and when Daryl answers, you find yourself briefly unable to speak. You think about how to speak in your new form, and a tingling in your throat signals the creation of your new vocal cords. After a brief conversation with Daryl, he agrees to drive up to your remote cabin to analyze the remarkable find you have made, saying that he would have to see it in person to fully understand.
You sit down on the ground, naked, after you hang up the phone. Your legs dissolve into millions of millions of tiny tendril roots and sink into the ground. As the rising sun hits your body after dawn, you feel waves of euphoria wash through your body and your penis stalk splits open into its flower form as you shine in the morning sun and feed from the rich soil next to your cabin.