He grabs the sheers too late

John grabbed the sheers, but too late. His body was already halfway deep into the flower. He tried to slash at the interior of the flower but to no avail. The thorns began slicing through his clothes and into his skin. Pollen filled his lungs suffocating him. Nectar began to rise above his body until he was completely submerged.

His body began to burn and soften, feeling his body being reshaped. His hair grew long and lush. His chest expanded to a voluptuous size. He tried to scream in pain as his penis shrunk, and shrunk, until it retracted into his body. Forming his soft and tender womanhood.

Then the nectar began to recede, the thorns detached, and petals wrapped themselves around his body.

When Andrea burped, John was catapulted out of it's bud. He coughed up a brown sweet syrup from his mouth. John wiped the syrup from his mouth. "What happ- my voice!" He grabbed his throat as a high pitched feminine voice escaping from it. "I'm a girl?"

"Of course you are," said Andrea, it's petals no longer as withered. "I feed on masculinity, sugar tits."

John rushed to the mirror. No longer was there John the boy. Instead he saw a beautiful girl with a shimmering dress in the shape of large flower petals. Her brunette hair was silky and soft to the touch.

"What do I do now?" She asked.

"Embrace your feminity, girl. You can have that dream prom you always wanted."