Rick arrived in a new city, eager for a new adventure. As he walked around his new environment, familiarizing himself with it, he came across a rose bush.
Rick: Oh that looks really nice. I really moved into a beautiful area. Then the idea came to him that some roses would look nice in his new apartment. Rick: Wouldn’t hurt if I just ---
And he took one. He gave it a sniff and it smelled wonderful. The best scent he has ever smelled. But then he realized something, he pricked his finger. Rick: I should really get back home and treat this. And as he walked, he couldn’t help but continue to smell the rose. It was as if the world around him was invisible as he filled every inch of his core with that wonderful smell.
Unbeknownst to him, that scent was having an effect on him. The prick on his finger pulsed as he continued to smell the flower’s scent. And a wave emanating from it coursed through his body. Darkening his skin, as does the rose’s red color shine bright, Rick’s new golden tan glistened in the sun. As a rose buds, his chest too began to bud, swelling rapidly. Continuing to hold the flower, his insides flowered, removing him of his masculinity and replacing it with his new beauty. The scent of rose spread around him, engulfing him in it’s beautiful aroma. As he arrived back in his apartment, he put the singular rose into a cup and filled it with water. A beautiful sight he thought. Then he looked in the mirror and saw a beautiful woman. “Ay que bonita también” ella respondió. El apego a esa rosa nunca se desvaneció para Rosa Flores. Llenó su apartamento con más rosas y las agregó en su armario. Ella se convirtió en una con la Rosa. ("Oh, how pretty too" she replied. The attachment to that rose never faded for Rosa Flores. She filled her apartment with more roses and added them to her closet. She became one with the Rose.)
