New Woman Blooms

From the bed of roses arose a woman of breathtaking beauty. Gone were thorn cuts and the hints of who she was. All was left was a beautiful brunette with shoulder length hair and graceful poise. Her clothes were tore off during the struggle and lay at the bottom of the bed to fertilize the roses until the next feeding.

"Greetings, my dear," said Petra. "How do you feel?"

"Exhausted, my mistress," she said with a low seductive voice, "Thank you for making me blossom."

"The process worked excellently," said Petra as she caressed the new woman's soft face. The woman followed her hand as if she were a cat being stroked by her owner. "What do you wish to be called, my dear?"

"I shall be Rose," she said.

With that Ivy returned with a white and red wedding dress. Rose immediately sashayed towards the employee. Gyrating in a rhythmic fashion. "Is that my dress?"

"Y-Yes..." stammered Ivy.

"Dress me," commanded Rose her sensual voice calling for Ivy to obey.

With that Ivy assisted Rose with putting on the gown. With each inch it caressed her body, she moaned with ecstasy. The satin dress felt like heaven compared to sharp points of the thorns. She felt her body release as the final touches were placed upon her. "This will do," she said as she examined herself in the mirror. Making sure to rub her breasts and make herself moan in a sultry tone.

"You remember your purpose, Rose?" asked Petra.