Transformation Story

Yellow Petals


Let me tell you a little something about myself. I’m am probably one of the shyest people you will ever meet. It’s not like I have anything to be embarrassed about either, I mean I don’t want to toot my own horn, but I’m really pretty and I could probably get whichever guy I wanted, but whenever I see one, my tongue gets tied and I can’t breathe. But I’m not here to tell you about my shyness, I’m here to tell you how it got me into trouble believe it or not.
The party began at 7 pm sharp. It was a costume party and I wanted to look perfect for Tyler. Tyler is this boy that doesn’t exactly know that I exist, but it was my greatest intention to make him notice me tonight. My mother suggested going as a woodland fairy; it would be the perfect costume. First came the skirt; I took a pink t-shirt and carefully cut the arms off, cut jagged edges near the bottom, added large jewels and tied it around myself. Then came the top; it was a pink corset with lace around the arms that tied around the back and gave my front just enough push to enhance my breasts. Now came the fun part, makeup. I painted my eyes with thick, black eyeliner and mascara and topped it all off with pink glitter running down my cheeks and arms. Once this was all complete, I added the final touch, the wings. I felt like they would lift me off the ground and take me anywhere I wanted to go; sometimes I wish that had been true. I grabbed the directions and headed towards the party.
When I arrived at 312 Sherman Ave, it was 7:15. I opened the front door, trying to find my way through all of the spider webs and flashing lights, expecting to blend in with the rest of the crowd, but to my dismay, everyone just stared at me for being late. I looked around, not recognizing the masked faces and felt my face begin to heat up. It had been a big mistake that I had come, and I didn’t even see Tyler anywhere. Luckily, the Red Poweranger came to my rescue.
“Hey, your Sarah right?” I nodded my head.
“You look really pretty tonight, can I get you a drink?” I followed this stranger into the living room where he poured me a glass of red punch. I just kept my head turned toward that punch, watching the small slices of orange bob up and down in the sea of crimson. “So how come I never see you at parties very often?” I just shrugged my shoulders. “That’s cool, well I’m glad you’re here now, would you like to dance?” I shook my head no. “You don’t talk much do you…” Again, no. I could tell he was getting frustrated, but I couldn’t think of a single thing to say to him. “Well, I’ll be right back I need to…uh…do something.” And with that he walked back into the crowd. A girl with way to much makeup and stiletto heels soon replaced him.
“Do you have any idea who the hell you were just talking to? That was Calvin Short, the senior quarterback! Can I give you a little bit of advice hunny…you’re really pretty, but it takes way more than just looks to get what you want.” I nodded my head, said thank you and proceeded to the south wall.
To be honest with you, I’m not really sure why I have trouble talking to people; I just can’t, not even when I’m in costume pretending to be someone else. My body just freezes up and I can feel people judging my every word. It’s a curse I tell you, and I knew I would never get Tyler being that shy.
For about the next hour I wandered around the outskirts of the party, slowly creeping along the wall; I still couldn’t find Tyler anywhere. It probably would have been a lot easier if I had known what he was dressed up as, then I wouldn’t have looked like such an idiot staring at different boys. I gave up my search and decided to sit in a spider-shaped chair next to the candy corn. I was just happy observing all the people when a couple tumbled on top of me in a heated passion. I was pinned down between Snow-White and her prince charming. Try as I might, I couldn’t seem to get myself out from under the fairytale ending and eventually gave up; they eventually got up once they realized I was sitting under them. As if my night wasn’t bad enough, people began giving me really strange looks as I walked around the room. I tried to ignore them, but it’s really hard to block out a crowd of fifty people when you can feel the stares burning through your body like fire. I put my head down, attempting to avoid the glares, when I bumped square into Tyler.
“Hi, are you alright? You’re looking a little green…” My eyes bulged out of my head as I pushed passed him straight to the bathroom. I locked myself in the room and looked at myself in the mirror, he was right, I was green. My hands were a dark shade and my arms were beginning to get hives on them that itched like crazy. I tried to scratch them, but every time I did, my fingers began to bleed; the hives were sharp! I looked at my face and it was a tint of yellow. Next my hair began to curl up into what almost looked like petals and I began getting smaller and smaller. The only upside to this bizarre happening was my skin turned velvet soft. I ran out of the bathroom, trying to call someone for help, but not a single person turned my way; it was if they couldn’t even hear me. I sat in a chair against the wall hoping someone would see me and come help, but no one did. I just rocked back and worth trying to calm myself down until I no longer could see my hands; emerald vines had replaced them, and the thorns had poked through the surface of my skin. I tried to run, but I was stuck, I couldn’t move from the wall, hard as a tried. Next came the scent, a poignant fragrance that filled my nostrils and the surrounding air around me. Yellow petals could be seen at the base of my body. I was slowly beginning to become one with the wall and I eventually gave in, I mean why fight it? I watched all of the people file out one by one from the party until only a handful remained.
I was stuck to the wall of Tyler Payne’s house, a place I had always wanted to be, ironic huh? And you want to know the funny thing, nobody even missed me.