You shall be our bearer...

Faced with the option of obeying or becoming more feminine, you opt for the first one.

Living life as an ultra feminzied girl is challenging, but you slowly begin getting used to the radical wardrobe, the inane hit-ons and other such female struggles.

About a month later, you awake from a strange dream in which the wrinkled old kumquat had summoned you back to their field. You realize this must be the call...

Donning your flat black pumps, some red tights and a lovely blue dress, you return to the kumquat field. After a little wait, the kumquats return. One keep his feminization gun on you while the elder speaks.

"We have decided that you shall be the herald of our return. We have changed the settings on our gun slightly to allow you to spread the seeds of new kumquats to assist us in our ongoing war..."

So saying, another kumquat flips a switch on the rifle and they fire it at you. It washes you in a warm ray of green light. You fell nothing at first but a slight tingle all through you. Then you gasp as your hands elongate into flowering branches.

"Do not worry," the elder says. "The flowers are under your control. You may retract them when necessary. Our plant now is a part of you. Go forth and spread our seeds, or we will use our gun on you."

So saying, the kumquats disappear as mysteriously as they arrived. You find the old kumquat was right. By focusing, you can extrude or withdraw the flowering branches from any part of your body at will.

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