She passes out.

Vivia was pushed to several edges, and finally she slipped over the least-enjoyable one, her vision going dark and her lungs—among other things—burning with need. Her last sensations were of feeling awfully full.

When Vivia awoke, she was lying on the forest floor, staring up at mottled shadows. Moonlight set the towering trees in an eerie light, and there was a deafening silence in which the noise of the leaves rustling beneath her made her jump out of her impromptu bed all the faster.

She started, lifting her head to scan the area. Wide green eyes looked about, finding an absence of company. The flower-girl was nowhere to be seen. She counted that as a blessing. Too quickly, she recalled the events that led to her loss of consciousness, and shuddered at the memory.

With effort, she pushed herself off the cursed forest floor, and in doing so, she became aware of a distinct difference in her body. Her eyes went to her naked lower-half, and grew wide at the sight of a large, erect cock sticking out from between her legs.

Vivia stumbled, head spinning as she slowly reached down, finding herself able to feel every inch of the thing—and there were a lot of inches. A cursory examination told her she still had her vagina, but the new genitalia grew out from its clitoris, and definitely had the makings of a real dick. Did this one count as real? She couldn't believe it, but it felt real enough.

Her mouth hung open wordlessly as her head swam with thoughts and emotions. She didn't know what to do. Her girl-cock strained with need, but she was too shocked to make up her mind.