The garden in front of his house looked more colourful than Jon remembered.
Flowers of different colours and sizes aligned the path to the front step. Several flower bushes were planted in the dirt right beneath the windowsill.
Approaching closer, the sickly sweet smell of nectar and pollen hit him in the face. In response to it came a stirring in his groin.
Jon had very little control over the insects' movements. The bees' crawled out and down his legs, finding an opening in his pants' legs around his ankles. A remarkable number of workers flew towards the flower bushes to do what they were meant to do. Pollinate.
When the tumult between his legs finally seemed to die down, and most of his bees had finally left their hive - his womb - Jon stepped inside his house and hurried up the stairs. His brother called after him with a "good afternoon!" Which he usually never did. Jon decided to just ignore him. He closed his bedroom door behind him and made sure to lock it before he jumped onto his bed.
No sooner than he had landed had he already pulled off his yoga pants and sat cross-legged on his bed to explore his new assets.
Jon was more curious than he was horny - excited was the best word to use, he supposed - but just one look told him he was probably going to be preoccupied tonight.
It looked colourful to say the least.
Just like what it said on the paper, Karyn's womb being replaced with a beehive wasn't the only thing that had changed. An assortment of different flowers covered his mons. All of them were of the small sort, like daisies, forget me nots, and buttercups, but their colours were spread as far up as his belly button. They densely covered his outer labia and reached as far back as his perineum, the area between his pussy and his asshole.
Running his finger through his new bush, he didn't necessarily feel the flowers or their petals where he touched them. Only where they were rooted into his otherwise delicate skin, at the stem, he could feel a tugging sensation when he pulled at one. Pulling out a single flower felt like pulling out several hairs at the same time, had he had normal genitalia.
Ignoring the flower bush growing between his legs, technically he still did have normal genitalia, for a woman at least. A vulva, an entrance, two sets of labia, inner and outer. A sensitive little nubbin' at the tip of his mons that Jon felt sure was his clitoris.
The big difference was that, every now and again, a honey bee would casually crawl out of his cavity and lift off into the air in search for flowers. With a fistful of pubic flowers, he also caught several of his insect companions.
Jon huffed as he landed his back against his bed to lie down, even less sure than before about what to think of his new predicament.
He now knew these bees wouldn't harm him, barring the itchy, ticklish feeling whenever they crawled over his thighs and his butt. The sensation of having a pussy was another plus, and over the past week he learned just how ecstatic a female orgasm could feel, or better, multiple orgasms in a row. He absent-mindedly ran a hand between his labia. Was it weird coming from him that he was beginning to miss Matthew?
On the other hand, any negative emotion had these insects on high alert, and there was a lot about this new reality of his that he didn't know yet. Did he even want to find out?
Did it excite him or did it gross him out that these were Karyn's legs and coochie?
He brought his hand to his face.
It smelled faintly of honey.
