She is! Mostly...

Sure enough, the vine around Mackenzie's leg began swiftly retracting. Mackenzie was about to give a sigh of relief when she suddenly felt a sharp tug at her waist. Her shorts! The vine had somehow latched onto her khakis, yanking them down her legs in one swift motion. Before Mackenzie could react, the vine coiled tighter and gave a final, forceful pull, ripping her shorts completely off her feet. She gasped as she tumbled backward, landing hard on her bare ass with a yelp. The cool grass pressed against her nearly naked skin, emphasizing just how little she had left on, her only remaining protection was a scandalously tiny pink thong that did nothing to cover her toned cheeks.

At the same time, inside the flower, the petals began secreting some kind of translucent, viscous slime. Marianne, pressed tightly against them, felt the warm, slippery substance coat her skin, soaking through her sundress. A moment later, the petals suddenly parted, and she was shoved out of the flower with ****. She landed on her knees, completely drenched, just as the slime began to take effect.

"Ah! AHH!" Marianne gasped, her eyes going wide as wisps of smoke rose from her dress. The fabric was sizzling, melting away in patches, the effect spreading rapidly from where the slime was thickest. In seconds, the lower half of her dress completely vanished, leaving her smooth legs and the thin, delicate straps of her black lace thong exposed. The upper part fared no better, large holes burned through the torso, revealing generous glimpses of her D-cup breasts barely contained by a matching black lace bra. Marianne desperately tried to wipe the slime away, but by the time the effect stopped, what little remained of her dress hung in shredded tatters from her shoulders, barely clinging to her body. The lacy undergarments she had worn for modesty were now the only thing covering her, yet they did little to hide her curves.

Meanwhile, the snake wrapped around Willow’s neck suddenly dove down her shirt. She gasped, hands instinctively flying to her chest, but it was too late. The creature slithered beneath her crop top and began circling her bare breasts, its smooth scales teasing her sensitive skin. Its coiling grip sent shivers through her body as its flicking tongue grazed one of her stiffening nipples.

“AGH! STOP!” Willow cried in exasperation, her face burning. In a **** move, she grabbed the hem of her crop top and yanked it over her head, tossing it away. Her breath hitched as she realized the full extent of her exposure, her B-cup breasts, completely bare, were now on full display. The snake, seemingly unfazed, unwound itself and slipped off her chest, landing beside her discarded top. It coiled around the fabric for a brief moment before suddenly snatching it in its mouth and slithering away into the dense growth.

Willow’s arms immediately flew to her chest, crossing tightly over her breasts as she turned bright red. She had just been stripped, by a snake!

Marianne, still shaking, hesitantly placed one hand in front of her thong-clad crotch, her other arm instinctively covering her barely-supported breasts. Her heart pounded as she looked at Mackenzie, whose hands were now awkwardly trying to hide her skimpy pink thong.

Mackenzie’s face was just as red, her fingers barely managing to shield her most intimate areas. The cool breeze sent another shiver down her spine, a humiliating reminder of how exposed she was. She swallowed, glancing between her equally underdressed friends.

“Uh…” Mackenzie stammered, nervously shifting her thighs together. “How about we get out of the gardens?”