John is pulled into the Flowers

Petra pulled Ivy away from the man clawing at her, "Hands off my employee," she said.

With the **** of a truck John was pulled into the flowers as the vines tightened around him. Each prick injected a venom that healed faster than the average wound. The healed flesh becoming fairer and more soft. The vines ran up and down his body scrapping off the masculine qualities and leaving just the feminine. Perfumes and other scents filled his nostrils they acted like opiates to him. The vines even reached his manhood leaving nothing behind, but an emptiness that his mind already felt needed to be filled.

He cried out for help as the roses began to seep sap down his throat. His voice cracked before settling into a deep seductive voice that cooed an, "Oooooh..." as the sap's properties expanded his chest and lengthening his hair.

Petra chuckled, "Maybe I should have let him take you, my child. It sounds as though she is having a wonderful time."

Ivy looked away, "You know it pains me when you talk like that."

"My dear, I wouldn't want you to leave for the world. When Maria was careless with that sunflower bouquet she had to be made an example of. Now go fetch the dress. I'm sure our customer will love it."

Ivy sauntered off towards the wedding dresses as the bed of roses began to shake.