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Garden of Dreams By Keterra Sands Copyright c July 2000 by Keterra Sands all right reserved [email protected] This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is unintended. This story contains adult situations, describes sexual activities, and deals with changes of gender. If such material upsets you, or if it's illegal for you to read this - DON'T This is a science fiction story. Three soldiers in the heat of battle escape near death after a grenade explodes between them. Thinking the enemy has captured them. They experience bizarre situations that eventually lead to a different conclusion. They are not alone in the universe. Garden of Dreams Lying in the dark.I could still see starbursts behind my eyelids. My head was pounding and blood drummed in my ears. I wasn't in some whore's bedroom after a night of drinking gut rot. Not that lucky. I really don't know where I am. Most likely captured and in some enemy camp. Our unit had been caught by total surprise. Did not even see what hit us. The big redheaded kid next to me.his name was Laffarty and the Italian kid Spunelli was just in front of me. When the concussion grenade went off, close enough to give me this headache and make me feel like shit. Which believe it or not I was glad I felt this bad, the alternative was worse, dead. I just need some sleep. I knew the dangers of falling asleep with a concussion but still could not help myself and faded off to the sound of blood thrumming in my ears. ************************* The big kid across the room was sitting in darkness. His fear not evident unless you looked at his hands clenched together across his knees and saw the whiteness of his knuckles. "Laff is that you? I can hear you breathin; Man. It's me Ed, Ed Spunelli. You hurt? You just keep breathing and I'll find you, just stay where you are. Man, where are we? This is some f'd up scary shit." A few minutes later the smaller man reached up and carefully touched the bigger man with instantaneous results. The larger man exploded to his feet swinging wildly. The smaller man was ready for this and instinctively danced back and to the side to avoid the blow that would have at least bloodied his face. "Damn it Laff easy. It's just me you know, Spoon. Shit Laff knock it off. Calm down before you get hurt." The big kid just kept flailing his arms and was to far gone to reason with. Listening to Lafferty's efforts slowing down from the expenditure of energy, he made his move and grabbed an arm from behind and hung on. He hoped that the big man would not hurt them both before he calmed down enough to be reasoned with. They both were slick from sweat making it more difficult to hang on to his panicked friend. He continued to talk to him to reach him. A hard blow to his shoulder against the wall momentarily stunned him, fearing he was going to loose his purchase on the big man he had to resort to a sleeper hold. He carefully applied the hold knowing full well that with the energy and adrenaline involved he could easily kill the bigger man. Unexpectedly the bigger man feeling is senses leaving him arched his back and pushed backwards. When they hit the floor Lafferty was blacking out and the smaller man was not much better after bouncing his head off the floor. Both breathing hard from the exertion Lafferty broke the silence first. "Sorry Spoon I freaked out. You ok?" "You f'n jerk you almost killed me. We've got to get it together and find the others if any of them made it. We need to find out where we are." "Hey, I said I was sorry. Did you think Sarge is here? He was right beside us when we got it. You don't think he's dead do you?" "I dunno. I was at the far end of this room or cell and crawled until I found YOU, I am such a lucky bastard. My head is already kill'n me and you have to try and split it open." "Spunelli I am really, really sorry. I have never been so scared in all my life and I freaked out. I don't know where we are. We aren't in a cell or hospital. I was having dreams of some strange creatures or alien touching me. You just stop and try to figure this out you'd be scared shitless. I think we are in a plane or jet, but it has to be big really big." "What makes you think so?" "I am not real sure but I felt some acceleration awhile ago maybe a few hours back and there is a hum or vibration when you touch the floor." "Yeah, I felt the vibration but we could be in an underground base of some type that would explain the quiet and the vibration. Besides nobody makes planes or jets this big." "I know." Spunelli did not tell Laff that he had the same dream. He did not want Laff to freak out again. We needed to find Sarge. "Laff you are a spook. You know that, you and your damn science fiction bullshit. You should stick to the beav mags like I do." "That maybe so Spoon but I don't have your problem of humping my sleeping bag every night, moanin and spraying custard in my shorts." Chuckled the big redhead. Ed smiled at the memory. One night after a particular hard day they had earned some free time. They headed for the local bar for some action. He considered himself to be quite the ladies man. Feeling pretty smug when he had worked his so called magic on one of the most beautiful girls at the bar that night. Instead of scoring he ended up with a bad case of blue balls. She had teased him unmercifully, rubbing her large barely contained breast on his arms and back, rubbing his inner thighs with her long red nails and whispering sexual promises in his ear. Her boy friend showed up with several of his buddies, all of them off duty MP's. His friends sensing an ominous end to their fun carefully extracted Spoon from the situation. Making it back to the barracks without mishap, since he was as he called it "only slightly drunk" he had passed out when he hit the bed. The boys decided to have a little fun with the sleeping love machine and dumped a tin of pudding in his bed while he was sleeping. The next morning the Sarge had an unexpected early inspection of the barracks. Spoon never knew if the Sarge had been in on the joke. Standing at attention at the end of the bed, with pudding all over your skivvies. Hell, the entire barracks got a good laugh over that one. He did get some personal satisfaction when they all had to do an extra 6-mile run with full gear that day. "You know that was I was setup. That really was tapioca, you dumb ass farm boy. Hey enough shootin the shit, we got to see if anybody else is here with us." "What was back there?" Laff indicated by half turning Spoon in the direction he had come from. "This room or corridor ends back that way. The walls are smooth and I could not feel any breaks in the wall to indicate a door or opening. It is darker back there and I started moving towards the light." "What light?" Laff said in a very sarcastic tone. "Believe me it is darker back there. There is not much difference, but I can almost see you." "I don't know it was awfully dark a while ago. Maybe there is some kind of a scheduled cycle between night and day in here." ************************** Not knowing how many times I had faded in and out of consciousness. I came to realizing my headache was now a ball peen hammer against tin and not a sledge against anvil that it was before. As the pain became bearable I noticed that there was some light to the surrounding that I was sure was not there the first time I had come to. It was also much warmer than before noticing the tee shirt already plastered to my body with sweat. Survival instincts started to stir. Water and food I am going to need both but water was uppermost on the list especially with this heat. Pulling off the shirt I tied it around my waist noticing that they, who ever they were, had stripped me to my underwear. After searching the immediate area I could not find any other items. "Hey can anybody hear me?" Calling in a moderately loud voice. Figuring who ever had captured me knew I was here and it would speed up the process of locating anyone who might share my current predicament. As long as I did not make enough noise to annoy my captor's and if I did. So what. After several more tries and not receiving a response. I decided to head to my right or left depending on what wall your were against. After a few hundred feet I tore a strip of my shirt and put it against the wall to indicate some marker for a bearing incase this was some kind of maze. Arranging the strip in a "V" shape to indicate my direction. Moving along the wall, the wall had a very unusual texture. There was some give to the material just like the floor reminding me of Astroturf when I played football. The hall continued to become lighter as I proceeded and I no longer had to touch the wall to guide myself. I also noticed there was an opening ahead that was silhouetted in sunlight. When I reached the opening I could see several very unusual plants and trees with what looked like pathways that lead through a garden or arboretum. I had been to several of these large greenhouses with my family when I was younger and they often included many plants that were not easily identified. A few feet away from the questionable safety of my hallway I could see a flowing stream of water that reminded me of just how thirsty I was. Abandoning my shelter I took a step into the garden. After the drab sterile hallway the unusual colors, sights and smells overwhelmed my senses. Stopping a moment to adjust to my surrounding, I carefully approached the water listing intently for any indication that I was not alone. At the streams edge I turned to get my bearing incase I had to make a hasty retreat to my hole. Dipping my hand into the water I was pleasantly surprised at how cool and refreshing that water felt in my hand. Cupping some water in my hands I closely examined the water to see if there were any visible organisms swimming around and knew that most likely anything that would hurt me would not be visible to the naked eye. The inspection revealed nothing visible so I sipped the water and did not taste anything that would indicate poison, in fact the water tasted excellent. I drank a single hand full and decided to wait a while to see how I felt. Looking at the flora around me I was very puzzled by the fact I could not identify a single species. I am not a real expert at plant identification but I had to know enough about plants to survive in almost any situation that I might find myself jungle, desert, plains and forest. I carefully examined the low bushes around the stream touching the leaves gently to make sure there was no adverse affect. I knew I had to take my time because there was no way to know what plants were poisonous or a possible food source. I suddenly froze there was a movement in the branches in a tree about twenty yards directly ahead of me. Slowly creeping forward I could just see what looked like a small creature that at first I thought was a bird. The creature either did not recognize me as a threat or was unaware of my presence as it was intently eating from a cluster of yellow and red plum sized fruit. The creature's head and a portion of its body were partially visible. The creature was covered in orange feathers around the head blending to a deep burgundy on its body. The creature used its wing and was actually picking the fruit with what looked like very thin fingers at the tip of the wing. The arm or wing was shaped for flight or at least gliding. The head was bird like in shape but there was no bill visible, it was taking bites and chewing the fruit. I suddenly felt a terrible sinking feeling that this was not any animal or bird that had ever lived on the earth. At a noise behind me the creature slid around the tree out of sight. I turned quickly to locate the opening I had used to gain access to this garden. I was not surprised that the opening was gone. I was now about 30 yards into the garden from where I was sure the opening had been. I quickly returned the wall to locate the opening. Finding only my footprints leading from where the opening had once existed was the only evidence that an opening had existed at all. I had been led from the moment I had regained my senses down that hallway to this garden spot. That I had been fooled by my own instincts I was kicking myself for. I did not like being manipulated. On the other hand I now had water and my guess was food provided by the plants if not some of the animals in this garden. If that animal and these plants were from earth they had been genetically altered. For what purpose I could only guess. Most of the reasons that I could think of did not seem to make sense. Until my captors chose to show themselves and explain to me what was going on I would use this time to my advantage. By leaving me free they had made a mistake, one that I hoped to make them pay for. ************************** "You notice anything unusual Spoon?" "Besides how stupid we both look walking down these hallways barefoot and in our underwear. No. Why?" "How long you think we have been walking?" "My guess about 2 hours. Get to your point f'n jackass." "Ok. How do you know we have not been going in circles?" "I don't know and since I don't have a pocket knife on me to make a mark on the floor or wall how do you propose we tell? Leave breadcrumbs? Damn I should have saved some of that ham sandwich." "I know its tough Spoon but you think you can cut the crap. I am just trying to help. Right now I really have to take a piss. I am going to take a leak right near this wall and then tear a piece of my shirt for a marker and starting point. This hallway can't be this long without an opening, we have walked at least 5 miles." "I should have thought of that myself. Hey I'll try to control my mouth.but your still a f'n jackass." Spoon said with a halfhearted smile and a fake jab to Lafferty's mid section. After both of them finished making their mark they continued down the hall. Just like before once the marker was set they had only gone a hundred feet when they came across an opening that lead into a greenhouse garden. Just like before when Sarge had entered the garden they had been drawn away from the opening by the inviting sound of water and an overpowering thirst, to find on their return the opening could not be found. ************************* I was in the top of the fruit trees collecting fruit for dinner when something disrupted my concentration. There was a change an unusual shift in the wind or a difference in pressure. I knew right away that somebody or something had entered the garden. Quietly I slid down the tree and gathered up my spears that I had made from a groove of black branchless bamboo like trees with violet colored leaves. I had explored every foot of this prison. It was about a mile across and formed a circle with no visible opening along the parameter. The light source radiated in a 10-hour cycle near as I could figure and filtered through a fog like cloud cover that hovered about 20 feet above the tallest tree in the garden. This tree was located in the center of the garden and rose about 4 stories tall. I was near the stream where I had first entered the garden. From the shift in wind pattern the opening had occurred about a quarter of a mile away to my left. If they were friends I had better get there in a hurry there are a few plants there that had some unpleasant properties. If it was the enemy than I hoped they forgot what was planted there. When I was about a 50yards from where I felt the opening had occurred I slowed my pace and approached with extreme caution. I was really beginning to wonder when my captor's would show them selves and if they would be human. I could hear voices and was disappointed and relieved that they sounded human. Peering through the brush I immediately recognized the taller of the two as the big red headed kid Lafferty or Laff as the guys had tagged him and the other was the Italian kid Spunelli or Spoon. You could not miss his Brooklyn accent and manner of speech. They were both already in a trouble. There was nothing I could do about it now, I was pretty sure I knew what was going to happen to them, at least part of what would happen, the rest I was not to sure of. I knew from my experience with these same plants. These particular plants looked like giant birdbaths or upturned umbrellas. The head coloring reminded me of the dark and light green stripping of a watermelon. The head stood about 7 feet tall on stalks that were about 4inches in diameter. They were very unstable like a juggler balancing a plate on a stick. The upturned head held a large amount of syrupy orange liquid and the plant in some kind of possible defense reaction would dump its load on any victim that wandered close enough to be under its upturned head. They were very sensitive to movement and could as I can attest dump their load with accuracy. This is how I found these two, covered in sticky orange syrup. Near as I can tell, these plants are here to make sure you become acclimated to this garden. The syrup contains some type of hallucinogenic drug that basically makes you go wacko for a while. I am not sure how long it lasts, all I know is I ran around this garden for awhile. The drug seems to be light sensitive and reacts only during daylight hours. The people who run this place, know what they are doing and don't want their prizes to get hurt running around wild in the dark. I am not sure how many times I wandered near these plants or how many times they drenched me, I do know it was more than once. Eventually I developed a tolerance for the orange goo and now only get a mild buzz from the stuff otherwise I would still be running around this place nuts. I know from running around in this garden of wonderland chasing furry little creatures that there is not anything that will kill you. Make you sick, feel funny, and cause certain changes yes, but not kill you. Hello Alice. Looking at their reactions I knew the stuff was working. It feels just as nasty as you can imagine and starts immediately to heat up uncomfortably so. I was not sure how they would react to seeing me but by the time they finished running around wild they would be pretty much in the same boat I was so to speak. I decided what the hell and stood up still partially covered by the bush. "Hey, you two anybody tell you your supposed to knock before stepping into somebody's home? You both get yourselves into this kind of trouble all the time?" Lafferty spun around with a startled expression that was almost comical with his hair plastered down, with orange goo running down his face and dripping off his fingers. Spunelli could not hear me as he was trying to clean the goo out of his ears and trying to wipe his eyes out. "Sarge is that you? Hey Spoon I think it's the Sarge." "Huh? Crap, Laff if it's the Sarge have him tell us what to do. This stuff is really heating up I think it is acid of some kind. I got some in my eyes." "Yah, Lafferty it's me. Hey, Spunelli that's not acid. Both you guys take your clothes off and try to get to that pond and wash off some of that goo. Not much else I can do for you now you are about to have a wild ride for awhile. Give me a chance to see what affect the orange stuff will have on both of you and how long I was running around wild in here." "Come on Sarge quit f'n around. What do you mean running around wild?" Spunelli said with some fear edging his voice. "That plant is I think one of the keys to this whole place it starts the changes and makes sure you rub, touch, eat and drink everything in this place. The orange goo has mind altering effects that make you uninhibited and crazy for awhile. At least during the day, at night it slows down but leaves you very lethargic. I will help you if I can during the day and we will talk tonight. Good luck. I figure you have about 3 more minutes if not sooner before you both start feeling the effects. I suggest you get to the pond now." "What f'n changes Sarge? You're scaring the shit out of me." "I told you both get your clothes off and get in the water. That is the only thing that might help. GO!" Spunelli turned immediately and headed for the pond. Lafferty was already there, rinsing vigorously with little effect. Spunelli entered the water with a large splash almost knocking Lafferty over. By the time Spunelli regained his feet he was almost oblivious to the big red head, the drug already effecting him. Lafferty looked at Spunelli. The big grin on Spunelli's face was definitely out of character. "Spoon did you see the Sarge? He looks really different, his beards gone and his hair is longer. He almost looks like...a. hey look at those." Lafferty's attention was attracted to several fluffy feathery creatures that swirled around in the air just a few feet above their heads. With a sudden splashing Spunelli was out of the pond and running. The last Sarge saw of both of them they were naked as the day they were born, Spoon went running off along the wall yelling and Laff was bouncing though the trees trying to touch air fluffs. Glancing wistfully at the discarded clothing in time to see the clothing blacken and crumble. I had seen the same process with my stools and the other animal droppings that lived here. Now I knew what had happened to my tee shirt and shorts. The molds and bacteria were extremely rapid at decomposing any waste product and kept the garden spotless and clean. I still was not sure why these same molds did not dissolve my weapons and tools I had made or the dead tissue while it was attached to my body like my hair, finger and toenails. I did not have to worry about anything hurting them in here. More that they would hurt themselves by playing with some of the crude weapons I had fashioned from the plants in here and a few of the traps I had made. I spent the rest of the day taking apart my traps and hiding my weapons from the two boys. I heard them hollering and running around in the garden like a couple of 12 year olds having what sounded like a really good time. Made me miss the times my brother and I ran around in the woods back home in Colorado. I gathered up a couple of the bed mats I had made and some of the fruit I had picked and waited for nightfall. I hoped they would be together when the craziness passed, would make it easier for me. I started to track down Laff so that when nightfall came I would have him located and only have to find Spunelli and carry him to where Laff was resting. They would be exhausted from all the energy they had exerted under the influence of the hallucinogenic plant juice and would probably just pass out. My experience with the umbrella plants was not all bad. I had lost a lot of weight, I felt healthier and was in better shape then I had ever been in my life. I located Laff a few minutes before lights out and was able to easily stay within eye contact of him. I could hear Spunelli not to far away from where Laff was now entranced by what I called eelgrass. With his approach the grass had disappeared into the ground a few moments later poking its yellow and blue head above ground and cautiously extending itself. When Lafferty tried grabbing one of the brightly colored shoots it would rapidly retract at the same time another shoot was reappearing a few feet away. I knew this would occupy by him for the last few remaining minutes of daylight and when to locate Spunelli. Spunelli was eating a purple colored fruit that was in my opinion was one of the best-flavored foods available in the garden. The fruit itself was crescent shaped with the stem attached to the fat part of the fruit and hung with the tips of the crescent pointing towards the ground. Reminding me of an upside down and sideways half-moon. This plant I suspected was the cause of several of the changes that had occurred with my body, mainly because I had eaten so much of this fruit when I first arrived. With Spunelli eating some I hoped to isolate what had caused some of these changes and abstain from the fruits that caused the most undesirable changes. I also knew that this would be an impossible task to control this experiment with the lack of containment of my involuntary guinea pigs. There was a shift in spectrum to blue that signaled the end of this day and the start of night. Spoon noticed and stood up looking skyward with a look of amusement watching the light shift from blue to a deeper indigo and then darkness. With the darkness a few moments later he slumped to the ground with fatigue. I dropped from the tree I was observing him from and stooped to pick him up. Wow he was a lot bigger and heavier than I remembered as I tried to lay him over my back and carry him. I revised my plan and draping his arm over my shoulder and half dragged half carried him to where I had last seen Lafferty. Lafferty was where I had last seen him lying on his side quietly breathing. I gratefully set Spunelli down and arranged the sleeping mats and moved the now sleeping forms onto the mats to provide them some comfort. As the Sargent they often had called me mom and sometimes behind my back mother when I had been particularly hard on them. I cared about the men under me; it was my job to try to keep them alive in combat. What I really did not understand why I was feeling so protective of these two. Looking at them sleeping peacefully made me feel good. Imagining any harm coming to either one of them caused my heart to pound. Just like before we were captured, it was my job to protect them. I sat awake for awhile just watching them, just happy to know that they were here with me and alive. I would wake them in a few hours and we could talk, it would not do much good to try and wake them now. I fell asleep with them both sleeping quietly. I awoke with clouds overhead coloring a light yellow signaling the beginning of a new day. I hurried to gather some water from the stream. The cup I gathered the water with I had made from the black bamboo by cutting the pole just below one of the chambers and leaving one end closed making a container. I carefully shook them awake offering them a drink to help wake them and some food, knowing that they would be starving. I purposefully offered Spunelli some more of the purple moon fruit and Lafferty a pale yellow string bean shaped fruit that had a pleasant flavor not unlike sweet strawberries. They moved slowly. I knew they were feeling the effects of an increased metabolism and muscle fatigue from over exertion. The umbrella plant's residue also seemed to contain a depressant that took the edge off of the fear and anxiety they should be experiencing. Lafferty broke the silence. "Sarge what is happening to us? I feel really strange. I can't seem to focus my thoughts. All of this can't be real. I was having the weirdest dream. That I was an orange soda." Smiling at Laff's dream Sarge said, "The reason you feel strange is you both walked into sort of a plant booby trap. Remember the plant that dumped all that orange goop on you?" "Sort of I thought that was part of my dream. That orange stuff that burned my skin was real? Where are our clothes?" "Yes that orange stuff was real. The drug or drugs that were in that plant sap have affected you both. Your clothes are gone. A powerful mold or bacteria ate your clothes. It eats dead material in the garden keeps the place clean." Laff leaned forward trying to look closer at their Sargent. Something did not seem right with the Sarge. His voice sounded funny, younger or higher and he seemed smaller and thinner. His hair was longer, how could that be? They could not have been apart for more than a few days at most. His hair almost touching his shoulders indicating a much longer period of time maybe months. "Sarge how long you been in here?" "I am not sure after I had my run in with the same orange goo I lost track of time. Since then near as I can tell about 6 months. Why?" "Come on Sarge cut the crap. Me and Laff we were in the long hallway for only a day or two. So how could you have been here for that long?" "I don't know how that is possible. I thought you must have been kept somewhere else and than released in here. You boys will find a lot of things that won't make sense in here. From what I have seen in here we are in the middle of some big genetic reengineering experiment and we are the lab rats. I have tried to identify the plants and animals in here with no luck. This garden is like a big pharmaceutical lab and every one of these plants will effect us in one way or another." "Is that why you look different Sarge?" Lafferty asked with some apprehension. "The plants in here have changed me and they will change you too. There is nothing you can do to stop that. Believe me I tried. When you have recovered from your intoxication from the umbrella plant we will work together to escape and make them pay for what they have done to us." "You look like a girl Sarge!" Spunelli blurted out in shock. "They are turning you into an f'n girl!" "I know." Said the Sarge with his head down. "Even if all of what you are saying is true. There is no F'N way they can make you or me eat or do anything we don't want to Laff, they will have to kill us first. They are not going to make me. look a god. damn sissy." Lafferty did not answer and Spunelli was no longer expecting an answer nor did he care. The daylight had again triggered the strong and controlling effects of the drugs. The two boys were already lost to any care or concern they had voiced just moments ago. I had tried to ignore what had happened and now it was out in the open. During my wild stage, at night I had noticed some of the changes, the loss of my body hair, my decreased weight, my breast size and tenderness, but most of the changes were to slow and subtle to notice. When I finally did realize what was happening I did not care, I knew from memory that I should have been extremely upset, but for some reason I did not seem to mind. I still wanted revenge for what had happened to me, but with the arrival of the boys from my unit, my focus had shifted to taking care of them. Again I had the feeling that I was being manipulated, with each choice or refusal the choice seemed natural. They seemed to know me very well, my psyche led me in the direction these aliens wanted me to go and was just too hard to go against. When we are in darkness we go towards the light. If thirsty enough we will drink no matter what the consequence. A thirsty man will drink salt water in the middle of the ocean if deprived long enough. When you were able to resist, the garden made sure you could not resist with its little traps. Now I had to take care of my boys and knew I had no choice. I continued deep in thought, as the daylight brightened to full day. I heard them go and still I did not look up. I knew Spunelli and I knew he was going to try and kill himself or ask me to do the deed. I also knew I would not and could not, I really cared for those two and was happy to have them alive and nothing was going to hurt them not even themselves. The plants just needed a little longer to work their changes and they would be ok. Just in case I had some problems later, I gathered a few plants that would help me control those two after their romp through the garden. After taking care of my business I stepped into a wading pool that was about waist high. I started to scrub myself with some of the moss like plants that grew on the surface. They were a little rougher than a washcloth but effective and helped me stay clean. It was very strange that everything in the garden had some use and it only took a little creativity to figure out what a plant could be used for. Looking down at my slightly fragmented reflection. I was thinner and a little smaller but not much. More noticeable was the lack of hair all over my body except for on top of my head, my eyebrows, underarm and my pubic hair. The size of my nipples and my breasts under them were beginning to become even larger and more noticeable along with the shrinkage of my penis and balls. A few months ago the sensation of my penis and balls slapping the inside of my legs had been replaced by the bouncing jiggling motion of my chest as I moved about the garden. I knew I should be very upset about what was happening, but it felt good. I suddenly realized that I liked what was happening to me. I also knew that Lafferty and Spunelli would too after a while. The garden just had to grow on them. I cringed as that thought came out, what a terrible pun that was. I slipped under the water to rinse off, pushing off the bottom and gliding to the edge of the pool. Funny, if I did not consider myself to be a prisoner I would think this was like paradise, everything was provided for food, health, water and this place was hauntingly beautiful. My next thought brought me back to reality.We had yet to me the God of this garden. With my feet under me I stepped out of the water. I reached back and squeezed some water from my hair. The temperature in the garden was very comfortable and I usually just let myself drip dry. I heard a sudden burst of noise behind me across the pond. Instinctively I crouched and turned to see what had caused the commotion. Spoon was standing just on the edge of the trees where they bordered the pond. From here I could see that the once thick black hair that covered his body was gone; chest, arms, legs, has he turned around on his back and butt also. I was amazed at how fast the changes took place. Changes I had figured had taken a lot longer were occurring in a matter of hours. I was glad I had gathered a few plants to help me keep both of them in a mellow mood tonight. Spoon was not going to like the changes that had occurred today. I decided to go find Lafferty I was very curious to see what if any changes had occurred with Laff. Walking though a wooded section of the garden the light filtering through the branches overhead, dappling the ground and my naked body with a pattern of light and shadow. My skin had been stark white upon my arrival into the garden. Now my body was lightly tanned. From my memory I did not remember a sunburn while in the garden. The sunlight must be regulated to our bodies to keep us healthy. I figured that both of the boys would be ok even if Lafferty was probably sun sensitive with his red hair and light skin. I walked and listened, occasional whoops and yells let me know that I was on track for finding the big redhead. Thinking about the lay out of this part of the garden and what things might catch his interest would make my task of locating him easier. This part of the garden was not an area I frequented and I was trying to remember why. The answer came to me as I followed a section of the path that rounded a thick-bodied tree with thin long red leaves like vines that hung without branches directly from the bole of the tree. The leaves, some of which were about 20 feet long, hung down and across the path. I carefully avoided stepping on any of the red thin leaves, as I did not want to cause the tree to react. I had only been grasped by the foot on my first encounter months ago and had been able to escape. Later out of curiosity I waited and watched the tree until one of the orange creatures had flown into the tree and had been instantly captured. A few days later checking to see if the feathered glider had been hurt, I was pleased to see the creature was ok. The glider was playfully swinging from the red vines no worse for wear, reminding me of a clown fish swimming amongst an anemone's deadly tentacles without any adverse affect. The tree itself frightened me but that was not the only reason I did not like this area of the garden. I was glad to see Lafferty was not tangled and entwined in the tree's leaves. I was dismayed that he had found the berries growing next to the tree. It was the berries in this part of the garden that had caused me to stay away. I had eaten berries from these bushes a few months' back. The effect they had was most discomforting especially at the time, as I was first changing into my feminine self. Laff was covered in the red juice from the berries. The berries and bushes they grew on were about the only plants that I had found to resemble a plant I recognized from my past in Colorado, a blue berry bush. The only visible difference was the berries were sweeter and covered the bush so much so that there did not seem to be any room for the leaves. You could sit down and eat your fill from one bush and Lafferty apparently had eaten his fill by the look of the stripped bush in front of him. He was so intent it was a few moments before he realized I was there watching him. His body hair was gone and in the same pattern as Spoon's and mine. He had not been as hairy as Spoon so the effect was not as dramatic. What was going to be dramatic was the effect of the berries. In a few days the berries were going to cause his toe and finger nails to grow out a bright red. I certainly was not looking forward to either boy's reaction in the next few nights to Laff's very girlish colored nails. I hoped that by the time his nails started to turn color that they both would accept the inevitable changes that would occur and I would not have to maintain a suicide watch on them. The red leafed tree behind me gave me an idea. If I could lure Spunelli to this side of the garden I would use the tree to hold him and prevent him from hurting himself or Lafferty while he changed. First I would secure Laff and then see what I could do to. I moved into Laff's line of vision hoping he would back up and step on one of the trailing leaves. What happened was unexpected. Thinking Laff would be startled or afraid of me and step backward. Instead in his happiness to see me he stepped forward and grasped me tightly around my arms and chest pinning my arms to my side. I was no match for his strength even though I struggled to gain release. In his happiness to see me he squeezed harder, I felt myself going into blackness and passed out. When I came to I was still hugged tightly. Instead of two human arms, the red leaves of the tree had replaced them. The tree I had hoped would have held the two boys now held my arms as well as my legs. I was caught in the very tree I had planned to use to hold Spoon and Laff. This along with other experiences was what helped me formulate my theory that this garden would not harm any living creature and that all the plants were here for a purpose I just needed to figure out how to use them. I also knew that most of these plants and creatures had multiple purposes. Hanging in this tree wrapped firmly in the red leaves, I wondered what dual purpose this tree had within this garden of transformations. My thoughts also went out to my two boys and hoping they would be ok with the coming of night. My attention was drawn to the ground and with some careful twisting I was able to see Spoon moving through this part of the garden. I was wondering if I should call to him. Would his curiosity be peaked enough to investigate or would I chase him away. Remembering Laff's reaction to seeing me I figured he would investigate. I started to yell, "Hey Spoon come here. I am in the big treeemmmghh" when one of the tendrils or leaves slipped into the edge of my mouth. I bite down only to clip the end of the leaf off, releasing a warm sticky liquid that I could not spit out and threaten to drown me if I did not swallow. As I swallowed the tendril pushed further into my mouth. I could feel the effect of the plant secretion immediately. I relaxed and stopped struggling as my throat was invaded by the plant and could feel the plant push further down my throat to my stomach. I no longer cared what happened as I was now drifting quietly in a drug induced haze being rocked to sleep by the trees swaying motion. Spoon without realizing what had happened to me walked underneath the tree that had me imprisoned. He was intrigued by the red leaves and picked one of them off the path turning it over in his hand. There was no reaction the tree already had a victim. After a couple of tugs the leaves pulled themselves out of his reach. With the red leaves dangling just out of reach Spoon quickly became disinterested and moved on. I was aware of the passage of night and awoke the next day. The tree continued to pump a warm liquid into my stomach. Sometime during the night I had awaken to my bottom being invaded by another red tendril from the tree. Another tendril wrapped around and engulfed my penis and balls inserting a thin tendril into the small opening of my penis. With the one tendril churning my insides another squeezing my nuts and another in my stomach. I was in some discomfort. I am sure the experience would have been worse if not for the pain numbing effects of the tree's secretions. The next morning I awoke with a strange feeling. The tree was going to take care of me, letting me know what the tree was doing, almost like it was talking to me, soothing me. Somehow the tree was helping me. I was even more sure of this as tree loosened it grip to allow me to move and flex my stiff joints. With the loosening of its grip not enough for me to escape or I realized to fall, I was able to see that some tendrils were turning a bruised color. They were the ones closest to the tendril in my lower bowels and penis. The drug although relaxing me seemed to bring me in touch with my body and by closing my eyes I could see where the tendrils were working inside my body. They seemed to be removing pieces of blackened flesh. I had a further revelation this was how the plant saw the parts of my body that needed to be removed. The healthy areas were bright and the diseased or cancerous parts were dark areas. I was so engrossed with what the tree was doing that the daylight period ended with me almost unaware of the passage of time. During the night the tree began a healing process to repair the cleansed areas. I slept much more peacefully than the night before. I felt myself stop resisting the garden as I was starting to feel in tune with the garden and its purpose. Over the next few days with my mind turned inward I watched the progress the tree made in clearing away the dark areas. As new fresh clean areas grew and the dark areas disappeared I knew the tree would be finished soon. I could sense the tree had changed me in other ways. Before, I was grasped by this tree I had the appearance of femininity but still believed that I would be able to regain my manhood. Now there was no doubt I am female in every way. The tree had removed and reduced my testosterone producing glands and replaced them with glands and organs that would produce the changes that the garden needed for me to be in balance with it. I also knew and accepted what the makers of this garden required of me. The next morning I was lowered to the ground and gently released. I was noticeably different now. My skin was smooth and tan. My arms, hands, legs and feet were smaller and had a willow like gracefulness that was very pleasing. My nails extended just past my fingertips and were a greenish blue. My luxurious hair was a vibrant burgundy color not unlike the leaves from the tree of knowledge. The hair flowed and curled down to the middle of my back. My hands even though they were smaller could not contain even one of my breasts they were so swollen from my time in the tree. My penis and balls had been replaced by beautifully shaped female genitalia and was adorned by the same color of hair as on my head. The shape of my body had also gone through some changes I had more curves. I knew that back on earth I would have been considered extremely beautiful and desirable. I was definitely what someone might call EXOTIC. During my time in the tree I had continued to absorb knowledge of how each plant and animals species interacted. By a form of mental linking or osmosis the tree had implanted this knowledge in me. I now also knew who the God of this garden was. The God or Master of this garden had just come of age after 300 earth years and had earned the great honor and right to create a new garden, a sort of license, for his business and pleasure. I was his first creation and the caretaker of his garden. The other two were to be the first of many sex creations to be sold by my master across this species vast space empire. Humans were considered to be a most valuable commodity. Apparently our genetics allowed for some very creative variations and from a business sense we were easy pickens. With the use of human males in these changes, transformed males were more durable than the females and less likely to have medical problems. The warranty was longer. The demand was high but controlled almost like diamonds back on earth. When the two under my care were finished we would meet him. He had saved my life by treating the cancer that been growing undetected in my body. My new master was going to provide for me in ways that were beyond the scope of human thinking. I had a purpose, ready to serve and protect in ways that I could not have imagined in my wildest dreams. I knew that without my interference the garden was handling the changes to my charges without mishap. The garden had increased the tempo slightly to wear the two men out during the day so that at night they had only slept. I wanted to see how they both were doing and communicated this to the garden by thought. The garden led Spoon to move into a small clearing so that I could get a closer look at the changes that had occurred so far. The most startling change was the coloration that was starting to form in her hair. The hair on her head and nether region had several broken and varied white stripes that alternated with her original black hair color. Her hair was also starting to grown in a thin strip that ended between her shoulder blades. The look reminded me of a horse's mane, with her hair already hanging down to the middle of her back. Spoon's body was showing a fine growth of white hair. Her body would soon be covered by the softest white hair and with her dark hair making her strikingly beautiful. Spoon was playfully chasing the different colored air fluffs that danced just out of reach. While she did so I noticed that she had slimmed down considerably and was showing a nice feminine curvature to her body. Her nascent breasts showed a pair of large nipples that were like decorations. I would have to encourage the development of more curves and larger breasts for her to be perfect. That was a simple task since she was already eating more of the purple fruit every day. The garden made sure that little else tasted good except the purple fruit to Spoon so that was all that she ate. Spoon was turning out just like my master wanted and he would be pleased. I moved off leaving Spoon to her entertainment. The garden informed me where Lafferty was and I headed in that direction. Lafferty's changes were not going to be as dramatic as Spunelli's in variation but she would be equally as beautiful. Lafferty was being transformed to the specifications of a female alien of the outer edges. Laff was being designed to provide for the care of her home and two male children until they were of age to choose an arrangement with a family that would benefit the family's holdings. The mother of these two males did not want to have any challenges to the family's monies or shares from a fling with an alien girl until her males were older and could control their sexual nature. The young alien males sexual desires if left unfulfilled were unmanageable until they reached the more mature mid level of their development. The young male's irrepressible sexual nature frequently caused misunderstanding between families often causing small feuds and even wars that had kept their race from gaining the control they now exerted in this area of space. That was were Laff came in. Her temperament was being adjusted to handle those chores and provide enough mental and sexual excitement to keep the male children satisfied and out of trouble. It was perfectly acceptable in their culture to use other transformed intelligent species for this purpose, out of necessity, even with their offspring. With the discovery of how well a human male's DNA could be manipulated along with the human's natural aesthetic allure and similar bipedal features. The business of bio-forming humans for the alien's sexual appetite became a huge interstellar business. The walk through the garden was now very enjoyable, as I wanted to please my Master instead of resist him. The tree had helped enlighten me with some of my Master's likes and instructed me on his physiology. My knowledge was purposefully incomplete my Master's race with all of their skills valued free expression and spontaneity. We would have to learn together. I was allowed to alter my appearance, by using the garden's transformation powers, to keep my master entertained and I hoped enthralled. I laughed to myself, remembering a title to a movie back home "Earth Girls are Easy". After all I was an earth girl or at least now I was. My Master would enjoy our first encounter with all that a human female could offer in beauty and form. Lafferty's excited laughter brought me out of my daydream and reminded me of the need to see how my charge was doing. Following the sound of her laughter I was lead along one of the many small waterways that interlaced the garden. The stream led to a small pond surrounded by a dense growth of plants with leaves that grew in a slightly irregular bubble shape. They were stacked with one circle on top of another and grew to a height of 10 to 14 feet, with the tips hanging over the water. The leaves were a translucent pink and yellow with a thin papery exterior. A pinkish diffused light came through the leaves like a lantern and created a warm and secluded atmosphere shrouding the pond. These plants grew quite rapidly and about every fifteen minutes the uppermost ball on at least one plant would expand and then burst with a pleasant perfumed puff and a sprinkling of brightly colored seeds. This was where I found Lafferty sitting in the middle of the pond with the seeds filtering down and collecting on her hair and shoulders. Lafferty was squirming in the water and laughing from the gentle tickling sensations caused by the ministration of several small fish like creatures that lived in this pond. They like everything in my garden had a purpose, the feather like tickles were actually small delicate punctures that left a tingling sensation. The small creatures focused their attention on small imperfections, moles, freckles and any other skin discoloration. I smiled to myself as I observed Lafferty playing in the water. Lafferty's skin and face would soon be flawless just like mine. Her hair was fuller and much longer, having grown just past her shoulders it curled naturally at the ends. The coloring was no longer the deep red, but a light strawberry blonde that glowed with pinks and yellows from the mood lighting provided by the plants around the pond. Gleaming mischievously from a pleasantly reshaped face, Lafferty's once brown eyes were now the brightest emerald green surrounded by long lush lashes and delicately arched eyebrows. Lafferty still retained some of the height she once had as a man. She would need her size to handle her job of controlling the two younger alien males physically and sexually, when she was delivered to her new owner. Her body would become proportionately curvy supporting her soon to be large breasts that even now bounced and swayed with her twisting and turning in the water. I noticed that the effect of her eating the blue berries was evident from the red color growing out almost to the tip her nails. I knew those same berries were responsible for the color of Laff's now full lips, a very attractive red that would not kiss off or need to be retouched for at least a few weeks. Lafferty would certainly be worth the large amount of credits that would be paid out for her. This once clumsy and nerdy boy was becoming at least a qualified entry if not a real contender for Miss Universe, next to me of course. I was very proud of how my new children were turning out, as any mother would be. With the beginning of the next light cycle my progeny would visit the red leafed tree to complete their transformations. With this happening faster than with my transformation I had been kept very busy the last 30 light cycles. They had very specific changes that were required for them. The garden along with myself had controlled those changes almost to their conclusion. My own changes had been guided by my Master's need to bring out my female side but were less controlled allowing for random selections on my part. Both of my charges were now bio-engineered to live up to 3 times longer then the normal human life span and still maintain their original youthful quality. My own body was designed to live as long as my Master kept the garden or for the remainder of his lifetime and if I pleased his successor longer still. I still cannot imagine how much knowledge and skill a being like myself would acquire after the first 500 years but I am certainly looking forward to learning all that I can for my Master's benefit and my own. I said before I was very honored for my selection to be this garden's mistress and caretaker for there are now only a 100 such gardens. My Master's selection for this garden's creation was the first new garden in over a 200 years and very special privilege. That night with the slow down of the controlling substance from the umbrella plant, I visited them. They had become somewhat more tolerant of the umbrella plants secretions and had taken to sleeping together over the last four cycles. They were waiting up for me. "Hello you both look like you had fun today." They both looked at me very satisfied from their day's activity. Every day brought further changes that pleased me and now them. Today was no different. We now played a game every night with me pretending to guess at the changes that had occurred that day. With them hoping I would notice and beaming with pride when I did. Laff with a pleased smile on her full lips was stretched out languidly on her sleeping mat, arms crossed under and supporting her head, her breast moving gently with each breath. "Yes we did." Said Laff expectantly. "Didn't we Spoon?" "Yes we certainly did." Spoon said in a conspiratorial tone. "Ok let's see. Spoon put your arms to your side and sit still. Laff sit up so I can see you too. Well, both of you have longer hair. (That was always the most obvious change and was a fun way to tease them both.) Oh my god, Laff your eyes are even more beautiful." Her eyes were now slightly almond shaped, hinting at an almost oriental mystic that added to her already intoxicating beauty. I could tell that pleased Lafferty as she was starting to blush. Lafferty had a powerful desire to please and wanted to be beautiful. She was more sensitive to my acknowledging her changes. Spoon on the other hand was very confident in her looks knowing she was beautiful. She was going to be working and dancing at a pleasure establishment that catered to a very rich clientele and she needed to be confident and sure of herself. "Spoon I noticed today that you are becoming very graceful and athletic I saw you bounding through the meadow. Your curves are now perfect except for your breasts are not quite ready yet. Yours need a little help also Laff." "Are we ready for the tree?" asked Lafferty "I believe you are both ready to go to the tree." "I thought so. The last few days we both have found ourselves by the red tree. I think we were drawn to it for some reason. I am a little nervous, will the tree hurt us?" Spoon looked at me with concern. "You both will be fine. The tree will help answer your questions. You will be ready for your new lives." "The tree is going to turn us into women isn't?" asked Spoon deep in thought. "We already are, if you haven't noticed, except for what is between our legs." smiled Lafferty. "When will we meet the Master?" They both asked in unison. "After the tree you both will need to adjust to the changes. When that is over we will meet the Master. Now go to sleep you will need your rest, tomorrow is going to be a big day. I brought you both a sleep pod to help you sleep, I think you'll need it." Handing them both a pod. Lafferty hugged me. "Mom, thank you. I really am happier now than before." Spoon waited and then gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I did not like what was happening to me at first, but now I feel wonderful about all the changes. Thanks." As they took a few bites from the sleep pod, with a few tears I told them how proud I was of them and finally got them to lay down and go to sleep. Tomorrow was definitely going to be an interesting day. We stood on a small hill next to the red tree of knowledge. They had been released on the morning of the seventh day from the tree. Spoon and Lafferty were beautiful if not magnificent. With their transformations complete, the garden had changed also, not far from where we were sitting we could see the walls of the garden were glinting in the early morning light. Curious, we walked to the wall to investigate. As we walked we felt closer than we ever had even as comrades did in arms, even closer than friends did, maybe more like lovers. We had experienced a profound change together, realizing that our existence before was ordinary and common, we now knew how truly beautiful women felt. We were to be desired, sought after, in demand. When we arrived at the wall there was now a full-length panel that had become a mirrored surface. Hanging from the limbs of a nearby tree were three shimmering pieces of cloth. Spoon delicately removed the dark almost black item first and slipped it over her head. Instantly the cloth formed around her body in a continuos piece with no seams. Just over her breasts, under her arms and down too just below her crotch forming together like a very hot pair of shorts that provocatively showed off her curves. I knew the black one was hers and the emerald green one was Laff's, mine was a beautiful deep indigo blue or purple. Each of us carefully and excitedly slipped these wonderful gifts on. The material quickly formed into the same pattern as Spoons, accentuating our full breasts, narrow waists and curved bottoms. The material felt wonderful on, formed like a second skin, it moved freely with our movements. Looking into the mirrored surface together we knew this was the beginning of the final part of our change, we were to prepare ourselves for the coming appearance of the Master. We also discovered another amazing property of our new outfits; we could change the material shape and design by our thoughts. Longer, shorter, a dress, a gown, a mini, bathing suit or a diaphanous night gown, our imagination the only limit. One draw back, hard as we could try, we could not take them off, they appeared to be a permanent part of us. We could shrink the material down to the size of a neck choker or bracelet so that we could bathe or examine ourselves. Spoon and Laff were adapting quickly to being female. During the last few days we had spent time combing out each other's hair and experimenting with different colors and pigments to accentuate our features. There was definitely a great deal of satisfaction in seeing just how beautiful we could look. I again knew that the Master would be pleased by these finishing touches on his already beautiful creations. We had all bathed in the pool surrounded by the colored globes. Our skin flawless from the care of the waters gentle denizens and our bodies wonderfully fragrant from the scent of the flower dust falling into the water. Laff's curled hair shone, her emerald eyes sparkled. We all had stained our eyelashes a dark hue to highlight our eyes, very similar to mascara back home. Laff had liked the effect of the blue berries and had continued to eat them. Her lips and nails now a matching deep red that would not chip. She wore her outfit very similar to its original shape with some alterations. A strategic hole here and there to show just a hint of skin at her waist, over a shoulder, on the front of her thigh and the top or bottom of her breast what ever struck her fancy. Her curves were what men back on earth would have called voluptuous, her breast were large, firm and beautifully shaped. She was gorgeous. Her body called too attention and demanded respect. Spoon's soft full black hair was in contrast to the snow-white stripes alternating diagonally throughout her hair. A dancer's body her curves and full upturned breasts belied her sensuousness strength until she moved. She wore her outfit very much like an exercise bottom and top with bare midriff, only the material was thinned to transparency showing the nipples and white flesh of her breasts and the hair of her nether region. The short downy soft hair on her body barely contained the coiled power of her legs and buttocks, the tautness of her stomach and the sinewy strength in her arms and back. Further contrasts to her light skin and hair, a feminine V of blackest hair with broken white streaks at the juncture of her thighs, dark colored nails, deep mischievous brown eyes and dark cinnamon lips glistened with her sexual power. Spoon was predator and prey, hunted and huntress. My hair full, thick and wavy flows down my shoulders to the top of my bottom. The color was rich in varying Burgundies that drank in the light, embedding highlights. I had left my nails the dark bluish-green that had occurred while I was in the tree of knowledge having a personal significance to me, showing my total acceptance of my changes. I had highlighted my eyelids with a smokeygrey that made my large blues eyes sparkle. My lips were a deep red, inviting to be kissed yet hinting at a hypnotic feminine poison. My reflection to an artist view showed a body that was like the finest translucent marble. Each section breasts, stomach, back, bottom, legs and arms displayed perfection of shape and proportion. I had chosen to clothe myself in a diaphanous gown draped over one shoulder and hanging loosely down my body giving inviting glimpses of my naked body beneath. A living breathing statue of the goddess Athena or Helen of troy. My girls were beautiful in their own right but I knew I could be the cause of wars and that I was the pride of my Master. Even as I finished that thought we all felt a presence behind us. Looking into the reflection of the mirror before us we saw and felt the Master of the garden He was here. We turned one by one to be viewed and allow our Master the enjoyment of that vision. Laff turned first and he reached out his hand touching her chin and lifting her face to his view. Her eyes widened in a momentary surprise. Her clothing retreated rapidly to delicately encircle her ankle. We realized then that the alien, our Master, also had control of our clothing. Displaying her fully to his eyes, he turned her full circle. We felt his mental approval of her. He withdrawing hi