Ever since her mother had died, Evelyn Bloom had look after the florists her family had run for some time now. Growing up, the shop had dominated her life; her family were very good with such things. Green thumbs and all that; don'cha know.
But, since her mum had passed on she'd been quite lonely. You see, Evie, as she liked to be known, was well...not well; for she was cripplingly shy. Even when young and at school had she chosen to be on her own in the playground, reading; for she was really quite bright. Her mum had great expectations of her daughter; namely to attend University, but her untimely death had meant Evie needed to look after the shop. The shop wasn't ideal for meeting people, the main customers being: old people or taken men... And there aren't very many of those anymore! Men just don't seem to try like they do in books...
"I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and, as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so, the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw no shadow of another parting from her." Evie closed the book she was reading, satisfied; she liked Dickens, and looked outside Another slow day... She stretched...
"Guess I'll just lock up" she said through a yawn.
Once this was done, she acquired a glass of water and, pausing at the foot of the stairs to admire her Tulips; as she did love her Tulips, So pretty... Evie then made her way upstairs to her flat. She did feel sad about her life of late. Probably on my own too much
Evie got into her pajamas, the cotton light and fluffy against her skin, like a warm hug. She turned for a cheeky look at her bum in the mirror before climbing into bed. Although she didn't quite "measure up" to other girls at school she'd always had a little guilty pride in her bottom, not that anyone ever took any interest, perhaps she was even self-conscious of that. Oh that good looking guy outside the pub last week, "like a fecking bell".He had said, just a bit too loudly…Is that a good thing!? Evie smiled lightly, the attention was a quite nice though. As she was drifting off, she rolled onto her side, tucking her hand between her thighs for warmth, and sighed at the picture of her mum. With that she flicked the switch on the lamp...
The next day, what causes her transformation?
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