Thirteen years later, on a beautiful summer morning, Rin worked his way through the field of amethyst-colored flowers. He didn't follow a trail but eased his slender body between the natural waves of the plants. There were millions of flowers in the field, all nearly the same shade of purple, but only a select thousand had the right shape and condition to be sold at the annual farmer's fair in Scoville, the largest of the Ring Villages.
His dress, a brilliant lemon yellow, fluttered in the warm breeze and caught the petals. With each step, the thin fabric tugged at his skin, tickling his thighs and chest before releasing. When he stepped forward, he could feel the material settle back over his rounded ass, tracing the curves of his buttocks before caressing the back of his thighs.
As he walked, he kept a large basket hooked over his right hip. It was filled with plucked flowers already and the petals steamed with his cold spell used to preserve them. Every time he stepped, the basket would sway and leave little trails of mist to highlight the movements of his body.
Rin kept his eyes lowered, inspecting the flowers as he passed them. He spotted a good one, with a straight stem, full petals, and brilliant color. Kneeling down, he worked his delicate fingers to the base and pinched it off. It came free and he stood up again, his fingers wet with sap. With practiced grace, he set it down into the cold basket.
The ice spell pricked his fingers and he felt curls of cold tease up his bare arms. His body responded and his nipples hardened even more, the two sensitive points tenting the thin fabric of his dress. He didn't have breasts like the other girls picking flowers, so his nipples were harder to miss against his flat chest.
Rin glanced around the fields. In his family's plot, the purple flowers spread out like a carpet. The other local families had their own sections, some of them with a wide variety of colors while others focused on a single shade of red or yellow.
The nearest other girl was Samantha, the blonde daughter of the miller. She and her best friend were chatting as they plucked flowers. Even from the distance, Rin could tell that neither of the girls were taking an effort to pick the best flowers, just random ones.
Samantha glanced at Rin. Their eyes met for a second but then Samantha frowned pointedly looking away.
Rin knew why. One of the boys that Samantha had fancied for years had been spending more time staring at Rin's round ass. Only three days ago, Rin heard him talking about Rin's pale skin and full lips; it was a combination of crude lust and poetic words. It didn't take long before Samantha found out and Rin had suffered since.
Blushing, Rin turned away himself and looked in the other direction.
On the other side of him, some of the local boys were rebuilding a stone shed that crumbled over the winter. There were a dozen of them, stripped down to their jeans and covered in sweat as they hauled heavy rocks from a wagon and set them down. They moved with a power that Rin could only dream about, with their sweat-soaked muscles and strong hands.
Rin noticed more than a few girls were watching with fascination, the flowers at their feet forgotten.
Between his legs, he felt a tingle that twitched his prick, but it quickly faded before it even raised a bump in his dress. A second tingle coursed between his buttocks, a heat boiling deep inside his body, but it quickly faded as the first.
He found boy attractive; after being raised as a girl, how could he not? The problem was that the others didn't know he was a boy. He lived, acted, and was treated as a young woman for as long as he could remember. It was a secret and one his parents required him to keep.
Rin sighed and forced his attention back to the flowers. He rocked his hip to adjust the basket and then found another flower. Losing himself in his duties, he plucked it and moved along.