[X] Who else gets to be a baby again? Enjoy it while you can!
With enthusiasm, you goo and giggle at the rattle, and after a bit, your caretaker brings more toys to help you play with. You're going to enjoy being a child again while you can! And you can at least play with this woman until meal or nap time.
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Neither come.
You don't feel tired or sleepy. You don't feel hungry or thirsty. In fact, night comes and goes and your caretaker doesn't stop to sleep or eat, either, though she
does sprinkle water on herself a few times. Do these people not need to eat or sleep? No, no. Can't be. Maybe they only need to eat or sleep rarely.
You also find you can't talk. You have the words fully formed in your head, but when you try to speak, only crying or baby noises come out. It's like your body can't keep up with your mind.
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A week passes. No hunger, no sleepiness, no thirst, no sign of your caretaker eating, sleeping, or drinking beyond a sprinkle of water on herself every so often, though she
does leave the nursery/greenhouse to check on the other ones between playing sessions. You think it's safe to call now that this race doesn't eat or sleep. Is it possible they just need sunlight, water, and soil like a plant?
On the seventh day, your caretaker finally pulls you from your planter and takes you to the dress and suit-wearing couple with the purple and blue flowers and eyes, who enter on cue from the only door. They speak to the caretaker a bit, then the shorter, curvier one takes you and holds you to her breasts. You expect she's about to breastfeed you, but then you realize she's just holding you. She's quite buxom, while her partner in the suit is a bit less so, but you can't help wondering why these planty beings need breasts when they reproduce through pollen.
The couple leave and walk through the greenhouses, speaking to each other in that odd language. You stay quiet as the shorter, curvier one holds you to her chest, gazing around as they walk. When they leave the rows of greenhouses, they head out into a city. The skyscrapers, though, are all made of wood, and many of them even look to have been built out of existing trees! Despite this, everything looks... information age, is the best way you can think to describe it. Everyone has smartphones made of lacquered wood, there are wooden street lamps with fireflies in them. The ground is all dirt and grass, though, but it looks like whatever maintenance crews this culture has work hard to make it smooth and even. But are you on some hidden part of Earth, or are you on an alien planet?
Something else you can't help noticing... Everyone is female!
Well, sort of. You know from examining yourself that this race doesn't have genitalia, and it looks like they reproduce through pistils and stamens. But every person you've passed...
looks female, at least! Even if they don't have breasts, they at least have very feminine facial features and figures. They show quite a lot of variance in these facial features and body types, but femininity is a constant! And due to their stalk and bulb lower halves, they're all wearing a skirt or dress, being physically incapable of wearing what is conventionally defined as pants or shorts.
However, there doesn't seem to be a nudity taboo, either. You're not wearing a stitch and while rare, you
do occasionally spot a member of this plant race with her lower half or upper body uncovered. Despite technically being their genitals, the pistils and stamen on each of their heads aren't treated like a private part, being fully displayed. You also note that there's a variety of colors in the flower petals and eyes, but every person has eyes the same color as their flower. A glance at your reflection in a window shows that yours look to be an indigo color, a perfect mix of your parents' blue and purple. You spot a few kids running around playing, and looking at their flowers confirms that this race doesn't grow pistils and stamens until sexual maturity.
The pair takes you to an apartment complex, and you note that metal, plastics, and ceramics
do exist, but wood seems to be the preference. You have to wonder if maybe this race either doesn't like using mineral materials or if minerals are just a rare resource for them.
The pair take you to their apartment and lead you to a little room with a loamy soil-filled planter box and several toys, including a wooden television set and quite a few books. They each kiss you on the forehead, turn the TV on to what looks to be an animated children's program, then leave you to your own devices.
Hm... You could easily pull yourself out and crawl around on your hands, dragging your bulb behind you. What should you do?
Reader Choice
[ ] Play with your toys.
[ ] Look at the children's books.
[ ] Watch TV.
[ ] Go out to the rest of the apartment and bother your parents.
[ ] Write-in.