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Trees for Two
By Ellie Dauber
Copyright 2000
Author's Note: I started this story when Elrod announced he was closing down
Bikini Beach. It was about half done when Loner said Elrod gave me
permission to finish the Bikini Beach story I was working on. That one is
still in process. (It's a long one.) I just wanted to get this one out of
the way first. As always, this can be posted to any FREE site. Let me know
what you think of it.
DISCLAIMER. If you are under 18 years of age, or if you don't like stories
that involve sexual transformations, please go away. You haven't the
critical judgement or open mind to be reading this story.
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"Davy, are you sure you'll be all right?" Anna Steiner watched her son
putting on his jacket. Even that simple a task seemed to be almost too much
for the slender teen. At 19, Davy was almost 6 foot tall, but weighed no
more that 140 pounds.
"Ma, we go through this every time I go to the park. Dr. Harambi says it's
good for my heart to get out and walk around a little bit. The park's
quiet, and I like walking under the trees. There's a lot of benches, if I
need to sit down, and I've got my cell phone auto-dialer set for you and for
the ambulance company. I'll be fine." There was a honk from outside. "My
cab's here. I'll be back by supper."
Anna sighed as she watched him leave. Davy was always stubborn, but, since
the accident, it was worse. He was never in the best of health, but at
least he would admit it. Now.... She let the thought trail off.
Davy walked slowly down the front steps of the brownstone and got into the
waiting cab. "The Park, please, south side entrance."
"Okay, Mac, but that's only about four blocks from here." The cabbie was
anxious for the fare, but he wasn't about to cheat some young kid.
"I know, but I'm...let's just say that I want to save my energy for walking
in the park."
"Gee, kid, I'm sorry. I didn't know. What happened?" The cabbie pulled
away from the curb as he spoke.
"I, umm, was in a car accident a couple of years ago. They fixed what they
could, but it did something to my heart muscle."
"Gee, that's a shame, especially for a kid like you. You still in school."
"Yeah. I'm going to be a plant biologist, specialize in trees."
"Trees, well, no wonder you want to go to the Park. It's real pretty there
this time of year."
"Yeah, but with my heart, I'm going to be stuck in a lab my whole life."
"I'm really sorry, kid." The cab pulled up to the curb next to the Park
entrance. "Do you need any help?"
"No, I'm okay." Davy handed the man a $5 bill for a $2.50 fare. "Keep the
change, and thanks for listening." He got out of the cab and walked slowly
into the Park.
There were a lot of trails leading off from the south entrance. Davy took
one of the less used ones. It was a small trail that meandered through the
underbrush. Davy walked slowly to conserve his energy. Besides, he liked
the way the cool fall air was bringing out the colors to most of the trees.
Then suddenly, up ahead, he heard the sound of somebody using an axe or a
hatchet. Davy walked forward, towards the noise. In his times in the Park,
he'd become friends with a number of the men and women who worked there.
Most, like Davy enjoyed being in the Park, and they took great pleasure in
their work. When they talked, or, even better, when he was able to help
them in small ways, Davy didn't feel quite so much like an invalid.
Someone was at work nearby, but it wasn't anybody Davy knew. It wasn't even
a member of the Park crew. Davy followed a curve in the trail to see a
husky looking man about thirty in jeans and an old sweatshirt kneeling near
a tree. The man was using a hatchet to cut a circle of bark around the base
of an oak. He was almost finished; the circle went most of the way around
the tree. Cutting the bark like that, "girdling" it was called, cut of the
flow of nutrients to the tree above. The tree literally starved to death.
It was a slow and particularly nasty way to kill a tree.
"Stop that!" Davy yelled, lurching forward. The man looked taller than
Davy, but the boy had taken him by surprise. He dropped the hatchet and
reached up to grab Davy's arms. Davy leaned forward, adding his body's
weight to his meager strength. As the two men fought, Davy kept yelling.
He was hoping that someone would hear him and come to investigate before the
other man could get away.
Suddenly Davy felt a terrible stabbing pain in his chest. The stress - he
knew what it was doing to his damaged heart. He knew that he should
probably let the man go - beg him to get help, but he couldn't make himself
do it. 'He probably wouldn't help me anyway,' Davy thought. His knees
buckled. With a moan, he sank to the ground clutching at his chest. He
could hardly breathe, and his vision was beginning to blur.
The other man rose to his feet and stared at the dying boy. "Serves you
right, you little..." He drew his foot back to kick the boy. Then he
stopped as he felt something around his ankle. He looked down. Vines and
roots had reached out somehow and wrapped themselves firmly around his leg.
He was caught, barely able to move the leg.
The man struggled to pull his leg free. As he did, he lost his balance and
fell to the ground. He saw his hatchet on the ground and reached for it. A
squirrel ran out of the underbrush and stood on the handle as if guarding
it. When the man's hand came close, the squirrel bared its teeth and
growled at him. He quickly pulled his hand back. More vines came out of the
woods and wrapped themselves around his body, pinning his arms to his sides.
"You might as well relax, Mr. Dolentz." The man looked up at the sound of
his name. An attractive woman in a Park maintenance uniform was standing
near the kid. She looked damned good; even her baggy uniform couldn't hide
that figure. She was tall, with silver blonde hair in a braid down her
back. She leaned forward, and he read the name "T. Flynn" on her ID badge.
"I'll be taking care of the boy first, but I'll get to you soon enough."
She knelt down and put a hand, palm outspread, on Davy's chest. She closed
her eyes for a moment, then frowned and touched her other hand to his
forehead. "There," she said. "That should help a little."
Davy's chest pains seemed to melt away, though he still felt very weak.
"Who are you, and what did you just do to me," he asked. "Am I okay?"
"My name's Tracy, Tracy Flynn," she said gently, "and I'd be lying if I said
'Yes". I could bring your heart back near to what it was this morning, but
I could never make it what it was before your accident."
"I'll settle for that," he said. "At least I'm still alive."
"Aye, but the reading I did just now told me that your heart isn't nearly as
healed as the doctors think. In three weeks, a months on the outside, it
will stop of its own doing. I'm sorry, but I could never keep that from
happening - not so long as you were human, anyway."
"So long as I - you mean you could change me - into a squirrel or
something?"
"No, not an animal, but if...if you were willing, though, you could become a
being, well, a being something like me."
"Like you? Are you an alien or something?"
"Nay, lad. I'm of the Fay - what you call the fairy folk."
"Had you figured for some kind of a fairy," Dolentz said with a laugh.
Tracy gestured and a few of the vines around his arms twisted upward to form
a gag around his mouth. He fell against the earth besides the path, still
struggling, garbled noises coming from his mouth.
"I'll deal with you soon enough, Leo Dolentz," Tracy said. "Making me mad
will only make it worse for you later." She turned back to Davy. "I can
change you into a Fay. You'd still be weak, but you'd be bound to a strong
life force. It would protect you while it helps you heal and give you time
to adjust to your new form."
"And when I've healed - you can change me back then?"
"No, Davy. As a Fay, you'd be healed. If you returned to your true human
form, the damage to your heart would be there. The stress of the change
itself would most likely be enough to kill you."
"Then my choices are to die now, to die in a couple of months, or to be a
Fay, a non-human, for the rest of my life."
"Aye, but it would be a _long_ life. We Fay aren't immortal, but a life of
1,000 years isn't that uncommon."
"Is that how old you are, 1,000 years?"
"Me? By the Maker, no. I'm but a wee child of 237 years."
"But you look so young, so vital."
"As would you." She looked at him very seriously, "But you must choose
quickly. I can't be literally holding your heart together for much longer."
"I - I choose life. Do whatever you have to do." He closed his eyes and
clenched his fists as if bracing for a new wave of pain.
"Relax, Davy. There'll be no pain. Just stand now and meet your new life."
She offered him her hand.
Davy opened his eyes. There was no pain. His body felt full of energy. It
felt light, lighter than he ever remembered it. He took her hand and stood
slowly, still expecting the pain to return. It didn't. But, as he rose, he
felt something seem to slide off his body. He looked down at the ground
behind him. His outer clothes, shoes, pants, shirt, and jacket were on the
ground, keeping their shape as if he were still in them.
He looked down at his body. He was standing there in just an undershirt and
boxers, but the cool - no, the _cold_ -- late fall air didn't seem to bother
him. It felt comfortable, no, natural, to be standing there.
He took a deep breath and looked down again. The hair on his arms was gone.
There was none on his chest or legs either. His arms seemed thinner, as
if the muscles were fading, being replaced by delicate, feminine curves.
His hands were thinner, too, and his fingers had become long and slender.
He felt the material of his undershirt moving against his chest - moving
out. He - he was growing breasts. "You never said I'd become a girl," he
said. His voice was calm even as it raised in pitch.
"No, I didn't," Tracy said. "Does it matter?"
"I suppose it should." Davy frowned. His voice was now a soft alto. "But
it doesn't somehow." He looked down again. His breasts had stopped
growing. They were a firm C-cup, he guessed. He felt other odd sensations
now as his waist narrowed and his hips filled out.
His hand went down, almost without his realizing it, to his groin. He felt
nothing - at least nothing of what had been there all of his life. His male
organs were gone, replaced by a vertical, feminine slit, whose new lips
tingled at the touch of his long fingers through the material of his boxers.
Only the material itself felt different now As Davy watched, the boxers
shifted, transforming into a satiny, pale green panty that felt cool against
the flatness of his crotch and the broad expanse of hips and ass. His
undershirt changed as well. It grew longer, hanging down past his hips.
The material changed to the same satiny green cloth as the panty. The
collar dipped to show the tops of his breasts as the material grew tighter,
accentuating Davy's lush new figure.
Davy saw that his skin was changing now. The pink tinge of human flesh was
being replaced by a subtle green tint. He suddenly realized what he had
become. "A dryad. I'm a dryad now, aren't I?"
"Aye, Daphne, you are a dryad."
"Daphne?" She shrugged, then seemed to accept the name and all it implied.
"Yes, I guess 'Davy' doesn't fit anymore."
"Nay, my lass it doesn't." She pointed to a tree, an oak just across from
the one the man had been girdling. "Go now, Daphne, and touch - bond - with
yuir new home, yuir new life."
Curious, Daphne walked over to the tree and slowly raised her hand to it.
She suddenly smiled and stepped forward into the tree, disappearing from
sight. Dolentz gasped, afraid now of what he was seeing.
"Yuir turn will come in a moment," Tracy said. She called to the oak.
"Daphne, please come out."
Daphne stepped out of the tree as easily as one might step through a door.
Her eyes were wide, and she was smiling a most blissful smile. "It - it was
incredible. I could feel the wind in the branches, look out and see birds
soaring above the Park."
Then, suddenly, the pleasure of what she had experienced turned to horror.
"My parents! How can I explain this to them?"
"You don't, my dear. You won't have to. Look there at the ground where you
were before."
Daphne looked down. There was a body now in her old male clothes. Davy
Steiner's body. He lay there peacefully, as if he had just fallen asleep.
"Is that - is that me?"
"No, my lass, 'tis Davy Steiner. You look much, much different."
"Different? You mean besides being a girl...a dryad, now?" She was
curious. "May I see?"
"Certainly." She made an odd gesture, and the air in front of Daphne
shimmed to form a mirrored surface.
Daphne looked - no, stared at her reflection. She was the same height as
before, but a mass of female curves had replaced her old lanky male body.
She was wearing a short tunic, like something out of a book of Grecian
myths. 'Why not,' she thought. '_I'm_ something out of a book of Grecian
myths, now.'
Her face was entirely different, though - almost nothing of the old Daphne
was left. It was heart-shaped, with a narrow chin, and framed by a mass of
thick dark green hair that hung down almost to her waist. When had that
happened? When she looked closely, she could even see a few tree buds and
oak leaves actually growing in among the hair.
Her lips were lush, almost pouty. Her nose was smaller. Her eyes looked
more like cat's eyes, with dark green narrow slit irises, instead of the
round blue ones Davy had. Davy's bushy eyebrows were narrow rows the same
color as the hair atop her hear, and there was a green tint, like a natural
eyeshadow on her eyelids. She brushed her hair aside from her ears. They
were longer now, with a "Spock-ish" point on top. She even had tiny silver
acorn earrings.
"I - I'm beautiful," she said surprising herself with the pride she felt in
her new appearance. "It's almost too bad that I'm bound to the tree, and
nobody can ever see me."
"Och, now who said that? No, lass, Ye just have to wait the few months
until yuir healed. You can travel up to a mile from this glade, more if ye
like, though ye'll feel weaker if you go very far. And ye can stay away for
up to 12 hours - no more, or both ye and the tree will suffer for it."
"That's wonderful - if I don't get arrested or something walking around
looking like this."
"Ah, but you don't have to. Look in yon mirror again and think about
looking like a human."
Daphne turned back to the mirror and thought about "looking human." Her
face and figure stayed the same, but her skin color regained its pinkish
tints, even as her hair darkened to a chestnut brown. Her tunic shimmered
for a moment. Then she suddenly saw herself in a dark green dress that
reached to just above her knees and a brown woman's jacket. There was even
a purse hanging down from his shoulder. She seemed to rise slightly. She
looked down and saw a pair of matching boots with a one-inch heel. She felt
material - pantyhose - on her legs. "How?" she asked.
"A part of a dryad's magic," Tracy said. "'Tis real enough, but it has the
same 12-hour limit as yuir being away from this glade."
"Thank you," Daphne said. "But I think that, for now, I'd rather look like
myself - my new self." As soon as she said the words, her body and clothing
reverted to what they had been. The mirror vanished into thin air.
Daphne looked down at her new body and smiled, comfortable in what she had
become. Then, as if for the first time, she noticed Dolentz, still bound at
the ankle and around his arms by strong vines. She pointed at him and
scowled. "What about him?"
"Sauce for the goose, as ye humans say. Ye needed to become a dryad so ye
could bond with yon oak to save yuir life with its life force."
Daphne smiled at the irony. "So _he_ needs to become a dryad to save that
tree with his life force."
Dolentz eyes went wide, and he shook his head in terror. Muffled cries of
help and pleas for mercy could be heard through the vines gagging him.
Tracy took a step towards him and made an odd gesture. He froze as the
spell took him. His outer clothes, jeans, sweatshirt, and all, seemed to
liquefy and run off his body and into the ground like water.
His hair began to grow, flowing out in waves as it reached down past his
shoulders to the middle of his back. His face seemed to be changing, too,
but Daphne couldn't tell for certain because of the vines covering much of
it.
It was easy to see the changes to his body, though. The man's muscular
frame shrank away, as his shoulders, his entire body became thinner. He was
quite hairy, but now that hair seemed to shrink back into his body.
Graceful curves formed. His hands were smaller, with long slender fingers.
His feet shrank several sizes. Under a torn T-shirt, two small lumps formed
on his upper chest. They grew bigger, grapes to plums to apples to melons.
Daphne almost felt a little jealous of what had to be at least 40-D breasts.
Daphne watched his waist narrow and his hips grew wider and rounder. He had
quite an impressive "package" beneath his briefs. Only, now, it was
vanishing as she watched. The bulge grew smaller and smaller until the
fabric lay flat against a new, female groin.
The materials of the man's - no, the woman's clothing changed. The briefs
became the same silvery green satin as Daphne's tunic, narrowing almost to a
thong. Her T-shirt changed to match the panty, the sleeves disappearing and
the collar growing out until all that remained were two thin straps that
held up a tunic that looked much like a cross between Daphne's new tunic and
a form-fitting chemise.
Now came the final change. The new female's skin changed from a pink to a
greenish tint. Her hair turned a dark green, with a few strands becoming
buds or leaves. Her pointed ears poked out through her hair. Her eyes,
narrowed in fear, changed to a deep green even as the irises became narrow
slits.
"Ye can rise now, Laurel," Tracy said. "As a dryad, ye need but will it to
pass through the vines."
The new dryad slowly rose, passing effortlessly through the vines. She was
truly beautiful. Her face was moon-shaped now, with full lips and a small
upturned nose that gave her a sexy, mischievous look. "Very funny," she
said, then stopped. Her voice was high and rather childlike, all touches
engineered by Tracy to add to the new dryad's humiliation. "Okay, you've
had your fun. Now change me back."
"That I cannot, I will not do. Yuir needed as ye are now to heal that tree
ye almost killed."
"For-get it," the new dryad said. "We'll see how you like it when I come
back here with the cops." She turned and started to walk away. She got
about ten feet before she let out a low moan and doubled over in pain.
"Please...please, make it stop. The pain..."
"Only ye can do that, Laurel." Tracy said. "Ye're a dryad now. Ye must
needs bond with a tree." She pointed at the damaged out. "With _that_
tree."
"Now way, lady," the new dryad - Laurel said. She tried to walk further
away from the glade, but she only managed a step or two before moaning and
collapsing to the ground.
"Help me, Daphne." The two females walked over to Laurel and grasped her
under one arm. They lifted her to her feet. "Bring her to the tree," Tracy
said.
They carried her to the tree. Laurel was almost delirious with the pain and
put up no resistance. Then, as they neared the tree, she seemed to realize
what was happening. "No, no...please." She began to struggle.
"Should O take her into the tree," Daphne asked.
"Nay, for the bonding, 'tis alone she must be," Tracy said. They were next
to the oak now. "Push. Push her hard."
Tracy and Daphne pushed. Laurel struggled. But she was weak from the pain.
She stumbled forward and fell - passed - into the tree, vanishing without a
trace.
'So that's what it looks like,' Daphne thought. She could sense Laurel's
presence inside the tree, feel the merging of the two life forces, dryad and
oak. She looked down at the ring of missing bark near the base of the tree.
The damage was still there. It would take time, weeks, for it to heal,
but now it _would_ heal. Imperceptibly to the human eye, new bark was
already beginning to form.
Laurel stumbled out of the tree. "Well, are you two happy? I'm bonded to
that thing now." She shivered, remembering the feeling of physical and
mental exhilaration, the pure pleasure, that she'd felt during the bonding.
"_Now_ can I go?"
"Go?" Tracy said. "Laurel, me lass, yuir bonded to that oak now."
"Stop calling me that!" Laurel screamed. "My name's not Laurel; it's Laur -
hey, what did you do to me? Why can't I say my name any more?"
"Because," Tracy said, "Laurel is your name, _now_. Ye'll think of yuirself
as who ye've become, even though ye'll always know who ye were."
"Okay, I _was_ Leo Dolentz, but you say that I ain't anymore." Even as she
spoke, Laurel realized that she couldn't seem to think of herself - herself?
- by any name other than Laurel. "But why can't I leave? You told her,"
she pointed a finger at Daphne, "that she'd be able to go - what was it - a
mile from her tree."
"Aye, and she will be able to, as will ye, once yuir tree has healed. I'd
say two months, maybe three on the outside."
"You mean I'm gonna be stuck like this for three months?"
"No, I mean that ye can't be leaving this place for three months. Ye'll be
a dryad, 'stuck' as ye call it in that pretty new form, for the rest of yuir
very long life."
"Oh, Lord," Laurel said. "I'm in tree-huggers' Hell."
"Hardly," Tracy said. "Though it may take ye a while to see what a fine
gift ye've been given this day."
"Gift," Laurel spat out the word. "yeah, right, when pigs...." She stopped
and looked very contrite. "I - I have to go back inside. The...my...my
tree needs me."
"What did you just say, Laurel." Daphne couldn't resist pushing just a
little.
"You, you two did something to me. I don't know how I know, or why it's so
important, but I - my tree needs me, and I've got to go to it." She hurried
over to the oak. But as she stepped into it, Laurel turned and pointed at
Tracy. "I'm not staying here one minute longer than I have to. This isn't
settled yet." Then she was gone.
"Och, I think 'tis more than settled, lass. Yuir soul will heal even as
yuir tree does. In three month's time, ye'll be used to what ye've become
and most surely embarrassed at the sort of manling ye were."
Tracy turned to Daphne. "And how are ye doing?"
"Okay, but I think I'll need to be going into...into my tree soon. This day
has been - so much has happened. It's hard to believe that bastard saved my
life."
"Why do you say that, Daphne?"
"You came because I yelled when we were fighting...when my heart..."
"Och, no, lass. I just came a little faster. We - I - knew about yuir
heart, though not quite how badly damaged it truly was. I was coming this
day to offer ye the very same transformation ye've just had. Davy Steiner
was a true friend to the Park, and we take care of our friends."
"I'd better go inside now." She started walking to her tree, then sighed.
"It's going to be a long winter with just Laurel to talk to, especially the
way she is now."
"It would - if she were the only one ye had to talk to." Tracy pulled a
silver chain from the pocket of her Park worker's uniform. It had a small
pendant attached, a green maple leaf with two silver swords on it crossed to
form an "X". She walked over and fastened the chain around Daphne's throat.
"Touch the leaf and say - or even just think - my name. I'll hear ye, and
I'll answer back."
"Thanks, Tracy. Thanks for, oh, for everything."
"Yuir welcome. And don't be so hard on Laurel, Daphne. Once her soul has
healed, ye'll see how much alike ye two are."
"I think I already do," Daphne smiled. "Goodbye, Tracy - for now." She
took a step and disappeared into her own tree.
Tracy waved goodbye, knowing that at least one of the pair was watching.
She walked down the trail until she was out of sight of the two trees. It
was time for her own change.
Her body grew tall and far more muscular. Feminine curves and soft, smooth
skin gave way to masculine angles and rough, hairy texture. Her breasts
sank into her chest becoming flat pectorals. Her jaw became square, as a
beard sprouted forth. Her eyebrows were bushy now, and her silver blonde
hair seemed to pull down into her scalp even as it curled and darkened to
become a man's haircut.
A Black man's haircut; for now her skin darkened. First to a tan, then
darker and darker still to a rich, almost chocolate brown, Her arms and
legs were well-muscled now. Her fingers grew shorter and thicker.
She felt the change in her groin, too. Her clitoris grew out, the feminine
slit closing behind it. The labia grew as ovaries sank down into them
becoming testicles. The borrowed body was male once again.
The ID on the shirt changed. The name "Tracy Flynn" blurred to become "H.
Pannell." Tracy's spirit was still in control, though. "Sorry, Henry,"
said the now baritone voice, "but youth would be too hard a thing to
explain." Wrinkles appeared on the man's face. His hair grayed a bit.
Muscles lost a bit of tone, and a small "beer belly" formed under his belt.
Henry Pannell's body now looked all of it's forty-eight years.
Still, some payment was due. Henry had been feeling the first twinges of
arthritis. No more; the damage to his joints, especially in his fingers was
completely healed. The arthritis would come again, but at a far slower
rate. Henry would be able to play his beloved guitar for his family and
friends for many, many years to come.
Payment made, Tracy turned Henry's body back in the direction she had come.
He would the one to find the body of Davy Steiner, dead in his sleep beneath
an oak tree.
That done, she left Henry's body to appear a moment later in the unknown
cavern beneath the Park that the Knights of the Fey called home.
Her Commander was waiting. "Mission accomplished?"
"Aye, sir, and more, as ye well know. Davy is one of us now, a dryad who
will help to protect the Park."
"As is that spalleen, Dolentz. I've been wanting a chance at that one." He
left the thought unsaid. There had been some discussion on a suitable fate
for a man who enjoyed killing trees."
"They should make a good team to my thinking," Tracy, Lady Teressa, said.
Aside from his hatred of the Park, the two of them are very much alike.
That's why I named them as I did."
"I think Daphne caught yuir joke in that."
"Of course, she did. Davy Steiner knew enough about trees to know that the
Greek word for 'laurel' is 'daphne'. She doesn't care though. She's too
happy. She thought she was a lifelong invalid, then I had to tell her that
she was dying. But now...."
"Now, she's alive, healthy, and has long years to spend with her trees.
She'd call it Heaven, even as Laurel thinks she's in some kind of Hell."
"Heaven, Hell, both or neither. I've a much better name for it," Lady
Teressa said.
"And that would be?"
"Justice."
The End
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