His touch was soft like feather, words sweeter than honey. So full of love and devotion. It took him months to coax her, make her take that trip with him, to that field where lovers made out.
Once alone things happened to fast.
One minute he was talking sweet nothings, next minute his outer skin started to rip away like the buds outer covering is ripped away by the petals when the flower blooms.
For few hours that huge flower like thing stayed on the green luscious grass, immobile, then slowly it started to change, take the form of a human, a girl, young and pretty.
She picked up the dress of her dinner and covered herself before walking away, away from the small town, to next town, now she will have to lure someone, luring men was always easy, but getting virgin men was almost impossible. But she had 2 months in her hand.