Bare Mary: The Beginning

Mary sat with her legs crossed on a sun-drenched alcove in the corner of the greenhouse, against a warm window. It was a sweltering day, the very beginning of summer. Summer in April, that was. But regardless of its time of arrival, Mary was enjoying the sights, the smells, and most of all the opportunities. This is how she found herself perched, listening to the sounds of fresh soil dripping water onto the plastic-covered floors, the hum of insects flitting about at a safe distance as she looked around for her next muse. She had a number of colored pencils spread out next to her. Despite the heat, she was dressed in a burgundy sweater, shorts, and calf-high boots. She had heavy eyeliner and her auburn hair rested just above her shoulders. A healthy flush was on her face as she sweated, but her concentration was unbroken. She saw a particularly striking tiger-lily and knew she had to draw it. Balancing her sketch pad on her bare knee, she focused as her hand moved across the page, her tongue slightly out in and an eyebrow raised adorable gesture of determination.

Not much could have broken her out of her stupor. But all at once the entirety of the greenhouse began to brighten, as if the rays of afternoon sun were converging in front of her. She barely had time to make a confused grunt as her vision was overtaken by the light, growing out into the room from the center like some sort of intangible vegetation.

When it cleared....she noticed two things that made her sit up immediately. Her tiger-lily muse was showing some quite unnatural properties- first and foremost being that it was somehow the size of a minivan.

Her mouth opened and closed wordlessly, before the second change made itself apparent.

Suddenly, the center of the flower glowed, and the stalk stood upright, more upright and proud than she had seen any flower stand in her life. A figure.....well, the only word that came to her mind was *materialized*. It *materialized* on the flower's face.....and smiled.

Not that she could see. Though she could hardly looked directly at it, or *she*.....it was not a flower, and not a woman. It was something a little like both, if that something was too bright to even ascertain.

"Good afternoon, beautiful, valuable human. Woman."

A small scream caught in Mary's throat, ample chest heaving as she started to breathe all too heavy.

"WH-WHA?! Um-!"

The Goddess smiled again, with all of her power in the young woman's direction.

"Allow me to explain....my name shall be Naturuum. I will spare you the history of all that it is- I've been told it drags on, by the prophets and seers past. Everyone's a critic."

Mary just reiterated; "WHAT?"

She started slowly getting to her feet, not taking her eyes off the illusion. Surely that was it. She had gone blissfully mad. Her friends had always told her she was off the deep end.

"You are not losing your mind, woman of virtue. Allow me to demonstrate my power. I will release you from at least one of your earthly concerns."

All at once, as Mary stood straight up and gathered her things, never looking away- a window opened and a cool breeze blew through, cleaving across the heat of the room.

Mary could almost swear she felt that breeze.....and then a shiver ran down her spine. She looked down and every fiber- every particle of her apparel was suddenly losing its hue, it's coloration, and being replaced with white-grey. She suddenly checked her hands and then pulled a lock of hair into sight, afraid that it would happen to consume her too.

But it did not.

"Feel it! Feel it with the senses you have been given, girl. Feel *everything*. Is it not splendid!"

And she realized she did feel it. Almost as if her cover was no thicker than-

Mary shuffled her feet, wanting to get rid of that thought. But it did quite the opposite. She almost fainted as suddenly, quite obviously, her "boots" scattered and blew away across the floor.

To confirm this, she stared down, mouth agape, at her own naked feet. From her ankles to her toes, nails painted a flowery light purple, they were bare.

This was the exact time that she first squealed, and began to make her way to the door.

The Goddess sighed, but there was no hint of disappointment. "I suppose this must be a natural reaction. I do accept the natural, as it were. Come now, in the spirit of nature-"

In the spirit of nature indeed! Mary jumped, then regretted it immediately. Her motion severely affected the stability of her apparently fragile attire, and as white spores floated away into the room, she noticed several patches of skin in her "clothing". A hint of thigh here- a strip of abdomen there.

She whimpered. "PLEASE! What- what are you? Why....?"

Then she looked as close as she could and screamed. "Like- why *naked?!* that's...- oh crap, that's happening. *I'mgonnabenakedohmygodohmygodI'mgonnabenaaaaakeddd-*"

The Goddess laughed with the plants and smiled with the wind. "Yes, my dear. You will be unclad. It will be spectacular. I'm sure the world will love it, don't you worry your head."

Mary knew she had to get away. She looked away and began to walk quickly as she could out of the room, afraid to run and lose the rest of her cover. There was still the journey to her room to consider. She didn't want to do *that* in her birthday suit!

All of the stares- the words......why did it have to be nudity?! Couldn't she just get eaten up, or cursed, or-

She fought back another squeal, but it didn't last. Great vines grew up around her, and her frenzied mind just recognized that they were slowly growing leafy, feathery looking fronds.

And then one of them smacked her lightly, right on her pert bottom. A cloud of spores released itself from covering her, and part of her butt was revealed to the caressing air. It was all the motivation she needed.

This was how it went on, eldritch laughter and warmth radiating around her as the vine smacked her bottom.

"*EEK!*", went Mary as she felt the smack. She also felt something else that she very much wanted to deny. Either way, she was losing more and more cover. If anyone had been behind her- *oh god, anyone*- they would see a cute college girl with red hair, some spores, and a cute bare ass jiggling away to the end of the greenhouse. Her lovely cheeks jiggled behind her, and her face blushed almost as red as her hair.

She slowed momentarily, then broke out in giggles as another vine weaved between her exposed bare toes, tickling the sole of her bare foot for a moment before withdrawing. It was playful, and humiliating.

She gave up and began to run. She felt every last spore depart from her form. She broke through the greenhouse door, then sighed in relief.

She was *free at last.* Then she choked.

She looked around at a scene in stillness. Every last person on campus had seemingly frozen, facing her display.

They would see a naked girl, with auburn hair, wide brown eyes, wearing a blush on her cheeks and nothing more. They would see wide hips, a cute curvy bare belly, a naked pussy, perky round breasts, long smooth legs and cute dainty feet.

Mary looked down, and confirmed this to be true.

And then she screamed her pretty head off.