Monica finally puts down the watering can and picks up the garden scissors. "That's odd", she says noticing her green hand. Without thinking she uses her other hand to try and rub the green off and is even more shocked to see that one is green as well. "What the hell!", she screams, "why are my hands green?". She then notices it's not just her hands but her entire skin as well. "WHY AM I GREEN?", she yells out in horror as tries to make her way to the house.
With every step Monica finds in harder and harder to walk and that it feels like her feet keep torn open when she does. She stops to and takes off her garden boots to see that the soles have be torn to shreds and her toe nails now resemble bark. She then looks at the soles of her feet to see small tendrils coming out of them.
Monica starts to freak out more and becomes even more desperate to reach her house to call for help but the moment she places her bare feet on the ground the tendrils on her feet and her toes burrow into the ground immobilizing her. Her hair now starts to thicken and grow into long vines, she grabs one of her hair strands and notices leaves are also growing out of her hair.
Monica now feels the bark growing up her legs which ribs apart her shorts and underwear exposing her vagina. Monica watches in horror as the bark grows over it and where her vagina use to be she sees a bud grow before opening into a bright red flower.
The bark has now grown past Monica's waist, preventing her ability to turn, and once again starts tearing her clothes on contact. Realizing her fate and having knowledge of trees Monica puts her arms into a position that would be healthy for a tree.
Having one last look down she sees the bark reach her breasts and notices sap coming out of her former nipples which instantly attracts several insects. Her arms then strengthen as her fingers grow long and bent reaching for sunlight as leaves start to grow of them. Shortly after the growing bark makes its way to Monica's head, removing her sense of smell, sight and hearing while preserving her look of horror. Finally her hair grows into full length vines growing down her back.
With all other senses gone Monica finds her sense of touch has increased. She can now feel her roots growing in the dirt, the faintest breeze, the life giving sunlight on her new leaves and unfortunately the insects that have already started biting at her bark and the bees harvesting the pollen from her flower.
You look at your work with glee, this is a much suited fate for someone who loved their garden so much, Monica is now apart of it and still very much alive.
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