As I stare at myself and confirm that this is indeed me by wiggling around my cell some more. I ponder again just what the hell happened because this body is not mine, but it is mine. Before, I was a white 5’11” guy with a stocky build. I had short brown hair and brown eyes. Now, I don’t know what I am. I am staring at a green woman, she has smooth green skin, not a blemish in sight. Intertwined within the green hair are vines, sprouting leaves ranging in color from green to brown. I reach my hand back and grasp my hair, it's long, straight, and smooth. My sister Mary would have killed for hair like this. God knows she murdered dozens of conditioner bottles a year trying.
Moving down, I see a face with soft features. The nose is slightly pronounced, eyes with green irises. The whites of my eyes are white and by some miracle, not green like the rest of me. Slightly back up my head are my ears. The same place you would normally expect ears, but not the same shape. The ears on my head are pointed, like an elf, but still regular human length. My mouth has what appears to be two different types of teeth. In the front are razor sharp cutters reminiscent of what you would find on a shark. In the back are a set of omnivore molars. Good to know my diet choices won’t be limited at least. Although I need to make sure I don’t bite my tongue, because with teeth like these that’s a good way to lose it.
Continuing down my neck and shoulders are normal. Just good old human stuff here. Going one step lower however poses a problem. To put it simply, I have tits, and I should not have tits. They're kinda big, maybe somewhere in the D range. Below that are my hips and ass, at least they look decent. Wish I had a tape measure, at least I could know what I am dealing with. My legs are pretty standard, only notable things being the lack of hair. Actually, that goes for the rest of my body, no hair anywhere except for my head, not even my arm pits. I take a quick peek between my legs and confirm my second greatest fear, I am definitely in a woman’s body.
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My current greatest fear is that I won’t be able to get home. I don’t know what’s going on, I’m scared. I want to see my parents and older sister again, but I don’t know if I will ever be able to. But there must be a way, right? That old saying, where there is a will there is a way. But first I need to get out of here. The question is, how? It’s not like I can just wish for my prison to open.
And then it hits me, like intrinsic knowledge I just haven’t tapped into yet. But it has always been there. It takes me a moment to process the new information. Then another to think about how stupid I’ve been. To be fair, wanting out of the pod isn’t the same as opening it, technically. It’s my will that moves the pod, and the plants. I have many questions, but first I want out.
As I prepare myself to finally be free the fluid in my pod starts to drain away. It’s being absorbed into the floor as a small crack appears in the roof. I can hear the hiss of air rushing in as the fluid slowly lowers below my neck. I feel the cold draft against my hair and then my shoulders as the level drops lower and lower. Finally, as the last traces of the sappy fluid drip off me the inner petals start to crack. Shifting slightly to the side and then lowering to allow the light of the outer world to finally shine upon me.