ENF Fantasy: Tale of Adventure and Embarrassment

Willow woke up to the sun gently shining across her face. Slowly, she sat up and rubbed her eyes. She looked around her bedroom, hardwood floor and furniture made of wood and grass. This sight was normal to Willow, but today was going to be the last she’ll ever see it for a long time.

“Today’s the Day!” She thought to herself as she stretched her arms above her head, exposing her stomach.

She lifted herself out of bed to look at herself in the mirror. She was 5’9, taller than your average Nymph woman, but no where near the size of her mother, as she was 6 feet tall. Her hair was a light green resembling newly grown leaves from a tree as spring came. Usually it was curly, but as she was asleep only moments ago, her hair was all over the place like an unkempt bush. Her eyes were as brown as tree bark.

She wore a small shirt and shorts made from deer hide. It was warm and smooth against her skin, and she particularly liked it for that reason.

Walking over to her closet, she picked out an outfit for her to wear, something she’s been dying to try on since she got it. Quickly, she stripped down completely, exposing her supple F cup chest, plump stomach and hairy bush. But before she could put on her clothes, she heard her door swing open!

“Good morning Dear!” Said Willow’s mother, who was standing in the doorway. She looked at her daughter with a soft smile, all the while Willow looked at her with horror in her eyes, using her clothes to cover her nude body.

“MOM! GET OUT!” Willow said before summoning roots from the ground. The roots grew rapidly around the door, forcing the door shut and pulling her mother out of the room.

“Oh come on dear, you don’t have to be shy about your body. We have the same parts for Gloria’s sake!” Her mother pleaded.

“It’s embarrassing! Just… let me get dressed, please?” Willow cried as her roots grew wildly out of control.

“Fine, but don’t take too long, your breakfast won’t stay warm forever!” Her mother said, her voice getting fainter as she moved away from the door.

Willow slowly let her guard down, uncovering herself. The roots around the door slowly retreated back into the ground and in between the floor boards. Her heart was racing and her face was completely flushed as she stood there, unable to move with her clothes in her hands. “Why does she never knock!” She thought to herself. After a couple of seconds of waiting to make sure her mother won’t barge in again, she finally put her clothes on, which consisted of a white long sleeved shirt with a frilly collar, green pants with several pockets, a brown bodice jacket, brown arm guards and boots!

She saw herself in the mirror and loved it! She spun around to get every single angle of herself in her outfit and couldn’t help but find herself cute, and a bit badass, in it. She looked and felt like a woman for once, and was surprised by how well she pulled the look off.

After a couple more minutes of admiring herself, Willow exited her room and entered the small dining area. In the dining area was a small table where her mother was sitting, reading a book that looked no less than a thousand years old. Behind her mother was a sight to behold; All of the elements working together in a naturalistic beauty.

Gusts of wind carried assorted food items like eggs, meat, flour, and milk through the air, setting them down the counter. Vines and roots prepared the food, whisking eggs in a bowl and mixing flour and water together. Flames bursted out of thin air, cooking eggs, pancakes, and ham on a cast iron pan. Finally, water flowed from the sink, grabbing dishes and utensils off the counter before washing them in seconds.

Willow could never get enough of her Mother’s magic, and how easily she could manipulate the elements to her whim. She wished she could do half the things her mother could do, but for now she was content as she sat down to enjoy her meal.

“Oh my, what a lovely outfit Willow! How many coins did that run you?” Said her mother, taking a quick glance away from her book to gaze upon her daughter’s clothing.

“Oh, Joy actually gave it to me, said it was a late birthday present,” Willow clarified. She took a knife and fork and began slowly eating her breakfast, taking the time to really appreciate each bite.

“I swear, she’s been giving you late birthday gifts since late December. She’s either really bad at planning or really likes you,” Willow’s mother said.

“Yeah, maybe…” She replied absentmindedly.

“So, are you excited?” Her mother asked.

“Yeah, but…” Willow replied with a somber tone.

“But what? Having second thoughts?” Her mother said, dropping the book on the table to listen to her daughter.

“No, I mean I want to move out, but, it’s felt like forever that I’ve been living with you, living in the village. And knew one day I would leave, but I guess that day kinda snuck up on me, you know?” Willow tried to explain.

Her mother gave Willow a soft smile before moving her chair closer to her. She then placed her arm on Willow’s shoulder, rubbing it in a way that made Willow smile back.

“I get it baby, when I moved out of my mother’s home, I felt conflicted too, but this is a time in your life where you can truly feel free and be yourself! You het to go out there, meet someone you love, grow your own family and be someone else’s beacon of light,” Willow’s mother explains.

Willow continued to eat breakfast as she listened to her mother, but part of her wanted to stay with her. All she knew was the village, and now she’s getting second thoughts on her and Joy’s plan.

“Don’t feel bad, cause I’ll always be here, a place you can call home if you ever need it, but I hope for you that you’ll never need to call this place your home again,” She explained further.

“Thanks…” Willow said, leaning into her mother’s embrace.

The two stayed like that for a couple seconds, enjoying one’s company before Willow looked down at her plate, which was completely empty aside from a couple crumbs.

“Guess it’s time for me to pack my bags, huh?” Willow said hesitantly.

“Sure is. Now, if you need help packing I’m always available,” Her Mother said.

Willow go up from her seat at the table. “Thank you, but I’ll be fine.” She replied.

Willow then began to pack everything she could possibly need for her next step in life, at least for the next couple of months at least. She had several changes of clothes, all of the golden coins she could save up, books to past the time, and a tent to sleep in while on the road. It wasn’t too long before she was outside her cottage home, her mother in the front yard as she waved her daughter good bye.

“I love you! Visit if you even get home sick!” Shouted her mother.

“Love you too!” Willow replied somberly.

She closed the gate behind her, officially sealing her fate. Realistically she could turn back right now, but she knew that if she did she would never leave. She had plans with Joy, and to flake out on her now wouldn’t be the greatest idea for a friend to make. She tuned around hesitantly before walking away from the cottage, ready to make her next step in life.

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