Smelling the Roses

Grace didn't have to use this weird equipment, right?

She had gloves, and gardening equipment, and a cute hat. A hat from one of the local shops! Not from... The garden of Eden, or wherever this stuff came from. Point is-- She'd had a bad year, but she didn't need to give up her modesty to maintain her garden. It probably wasn't even magic! The skill was probably in her all along!

That's what she told herself.

Waking up, taking her shower, having breakfast. She kept reassuring herself! It's fine to use her own stuff! Just like she did before! But then she saw her garden, and... She put on her mysterious hat, and mysterious gloves, just like she always did.

At the risk of sounding conceited, it really did feel like Eden.

Every flower was so vibrant, every stem was sturdy, every tree was strong and healthy. She was growing fruits of all kinds, and they were delicious! Her humble little garden was becoming famous in the city!

Grace didn't know if this would all just instantly wither without her magic equipment, or... Really anything about how this worked. But it would break her heart to see even a single flower in this place wilt.

So, Grace walked in, and got to work.

It's not as if this place was self-sustaining-- Grace really did need to upkeep this paradise, and that only made her feel more attached. She went about watering the plants, and as she moved through the rows, the effects didn't take long. It never did these days.

It'd been cool lately, but a gentle breeze, just warm enough to seem out of place, rolled by! And as it did, parts of Grace's outfit just... Turned into pink little petals and scattered away.

Her overalls, her green undershirt, even her boots-- They suddenly looked like some patchwork art piece, showing spots of pale skin underneath! Grace just kept working. Ignoring the fact that she was feeling the breeze on more and more parts of her body.

If it meant keeping this place beautiful, gardening in the nude wasn't... The worst trade off.

Part of her even liked it! She felt like this... Nature girl! The weather always accommodated her nudity, and she never really had any guests to spy on her out here. It was moreso the effects afterwards that she hated.

Running back inside, clutching her nude body... And the fact that her clothes weren't just being removed, they were disappearing! Put simply, she was running out of clothes! Shirts, shorts, dresses, shoes. She couldn't afford to keep restocking her wardrobe.

Her underwear drawer was really looking spacious these days...

But here she was-- Leaning over, smelling a rose, as the rest of her clothing fell into a wave of red rose petals at her bare feet...