12) Late January (Meeting the SSFC)

Mackenzie wiped the sweat from her brow and gazed upon her work, satisfied with the result. She'd just spent the better part of her Sunday evening bringing several bags of her clothes up to her dorm room and neatly putting them away. Now her dresser and closet were both full of a variety of different clothes, and it was one of the most beautiful things Mackenzie had ever seen. She'd brought back most of her wardrobe from home when she returned to college. And now she would no longer be to borrow clothes from her friends just to get by. Mackenzie was back in action with a fully stocked wardrobe again!

No more wearing skimpy or ill-fitting clothing for me! she thought to herself happily. With a bit of luck, that meant Mackenzie would no longer find herself in any embarrassing underdressed situations for the foreseeable future. With her work done, the redhead figured she might as well take a well earned shower for her efforts. Mackenzie pulled off her shirt, pants, and underwear before stepping into a wonderfully comfortable and fluffy robe. Then, she grabbed her shower things and headed off to the bathroom down the hall.

Meanwhile, in a building on the other side of campus, several students had gathered for the first meeting of the semester of a very special club. The Student Society for Fostering Connections was a group dedicated to using social media in order to help fellow students find groups and clubs suitable to their interests. All twelve members were quite tech savvy, and despite being only recently approved as a club, the faculty seemed to be loving the results so far. It was the perfect kind of group to tout to incoming and prospective freshmen, so the school's staff were thrilled to have seen the club's formation.

But, there was a hidden side to the SSFC. In fact, the true reason they had begun their cooperative efforts had been for another cause entirely. And that cause was Mackenzie Fairbairn. The Shy Streaker Fan Club (their true name), had begun as several students who ran the websites focusing primarily on the Shy Streaker. They had recruited fellow enthusiasts who were equally capable of capturing Mackenzie in all her beautiful glory whenever she was doing one of her nude escapades. They were quite efficient at procuring any and all footage from random bystanders and speedily posting it to their websites for Mackenzie's many dedicated followers around the world. Any other club actions they took were simply a front to keep up proper appearances.

"Glad to see everyone back," said Eric, president of the club. "Hope you all had a good break. But now it's time to get back to work!" The assembled students each nodded their assent. In total there were nine guys and, surprisingly, even three girls, all in various different years of their education. "Now we had quite the successful trial run back in November, and I appreciate all the hard work and brainstorming you've done since then. Let's make sure we don't lose sight of our goal!"

A picture of Mackenzie appeared on the screen behind him. She seemed to be sprinting through a courtyard wearing nothing but a blush, trying and somewhat failing to cover her intimates. A soft "ooh" emanated from the group at the glorious image.

"Two words: Plausible Deniability," said Zack, the vice-president of the club (and someone who had had some first hand experience in that area). "We know that the streaker's already on disciplinary probation, and is therefore on thin ice with the school. She wants to keep her naked antics going, but she simply can't risk getting suspended or expelled. And that's where we come in!"

The image on the screen switched to one of Mackenzie standing naked at the front of a classroom with a confident expression, index cards in one hand. Another round of "ooh"s came from the students.

"We have the unique privilege and honor of assisting the streaker by helping her get her clothes off in plausible ways," Zack continued. "As long as we can justify the disrobing as some sort of rip, snag, or accident, then we can make sure the streaker won't face any repercussions for showing some skin."

The screen switched to a picture of Mackenzie standing naked on a stage with a blank expression on her face and her hands at her sides. That prompted an actual wolf whistle from one of the club members.

"So," Eric picked up, "we've emailed each of you her schedule. A lucky few of you even managed to get into the same classes with her. That will be indispensable for some of our future plans. But for now, get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow, we officially begin Plan 7!"

The gathered group cheered enthusiastically as the picture behind Eric changed once again. It now depicted Mackenzie behind the counter of a cafe, with a drink in each extended hand. She was wearing a green visor and nothing else, her face a deep hue of red.

A sudden chill shot up Mackenzie's spine, causing her to shiver for a moment before the warm rushing water brought her back to reality. She forgot about the bizarre momentary sensation as she continued to wash her pale skin with the soapy suds and soft washcloth. After a few moments, Mackenzie couldn't help but to peek out from behind the shower curtain again. Her robe and belongings were right where she'd left them, secure in the locked shower alcove.

She took comfort in the fact that, not only were the showers empty right now, but that no one had stolen her things. Mackenzie knew she was being paranoid, but she couldn't help but consider the worst case scenarios all the time these days.

But no, she reminded herself, all of this naked turmoil is done now. There will be no more wardrobe malfunctions and therefore no more trouble. If the "Shy Streaker" stops performing then the school will forget about her. Eventually...

In two buildings entirely off-campus, a phone call was taking place between two of the school's employees.

"How was your vacation?" the Dean of students asked.

"If by 'vacation' you mean 'mandatory leave' then it was just peachy," said an irritated Jack Feldman. "I'm more than ready to get back to work and catch that little skank."

"Language, Jack! She's still a student." the Dean replied. "But that is good to hear, because while you were gone your fellow campus security officers failed to catch her in the act."

"I'm not surprised," he muttered.

"She's caused more than enough trouble for this school for one year. We cannot have her running around indecently for another semester!"

"Just leave it to me, boss."

"Good. I want her caught red-handed and brought to me the first time she tries anything. The first time. Think you can manage that, Jack?"

"Won't be a problem," the stocky man said. "I've got a few tricks up my sleeve now."

"Excellent. Be ready, Jack. Classes begin tomorrow and I have a feeling this little... troublemaker will be wanting to start the semester off with a bang."

"Roger that," Jack said. The line went dead a few moments later and he hung up the phone. Gazing out into the dark night, he muttered, "You better watch yourself Ms. Fairbairn. Because you are now officially the number one priority of Jack Feldman. And if I can't catch you in the act, then I'll just have to catch you in an 'act' of my own..."

Once again, Mackenzie felt a weird shiver run up her spine. Am I coming down with a cold or something? she thought to herself. But it passed as soon as it had started and Mackenzie continued walking back to her room in her comfy shower robe. She wasn't surprised to see Willow had returned during her shower.

"Hey Will," Mackenzie said, genuinely happy to see her friend after the long winter break.

"Mack!" she exclaimed, throwing herself into a hug around Mackenzie. "I missed you! How was your break?"

"It was," Mackenzie's mind briefly flashed back to her humiliating January 1st for a few moments before she overcame it, "...eventful. How was yours?"

"Pretty lame," Willow said, sliding back over to her bed. "I was dying to get back here."

The dirty blonde didn't have to even say anything for Mackenzie to know that Willow was watching her undress. But, in the end, was that even a big deal? Willow had seen Mackenzie naked dozens of times already, so what did one more time matter? Mackenzie disrobed and hung it up on the rack next to her towel. Then, she pulled on some panties, sweatpants, and a flannel shirt.

No more than a minute after she'd finished dressing, the door to their room burst open. Sean, Willow's boyfriend, stood in the doorway. A look of surprise registered on his face upon seeing Mackenzie, as if he'd been expecting to find her in some form of undress. But he quickly hid the look and turned to Willow.

"Babe!" he cried, hurrying over to her.

"Babe!" she echoed, embracing him and kissing him deeply.

Mackenzie sighed, annoyed to see the boy again, but glad he hadn't barged in a minute sooner.

Good to see my luck's turning around for the better, she mused to herself as she hopped into her own bed.

In an undisclosed location, an indeterminate distance from Mackenzie's room, one mysterious person sat alone at their computer. They were hard at work examining maps and layouts of the various campus buildings. They took extensive notes and seemed to be doing a fair amount of math by hand. And the rest of their desk was completely covered with pictures of Mackenzie. Some were of her half undressed, but the majority of the pictures seemed to be of Mackenzie wearing various outfits. Two of them were even from Mackenzie hauling in her new clothes that very evening! It was safe to say this person was hard at work, diligently planning something. Something big.

On the top of one notebook, in permanent marker were the words: THE GAME OF A LIFETIME V 2.0

Mackenzie was returning from the bathroom, yawning slightly, when something caught her eye. It was the photo on her door labeled "MACKENZIE & WILLOW," and it showed the two girls together. An energetic Willow with her arm around a naked and blushing Mackenzie, who had barely succeeded in obscuring her intimates with her hands. Each of the rooms had a picture like this one, well not quite like this one, on their door. It had been a way for everyone on the floor to get to know each other's names. But everyone was fairly well acquainted by now. Especially with Mackenzie, given her infamous status.

With a burst of determination, Mackenzie ripped the picture off her door and crumpled it up, not caring if her RA complained about the missing photo. She entered her room and threw it in the trash.

Good riddance, she thought. This is a new chapter for me. I'm done getting stripped and running around naked all the time. From now on Mackenzie Fairbairn is going to just be your ordinary college girl doing ordinary college things.

This thought filled Mackenzie with a sense of peace and let her fall asleep almost immediately. She slept like a baby that night, confident that starting tomorrow she would be putting her embarrassing misadventures behind her.

Little did Mackenzie know that her second semester at college was going to prove even more humiliating and embarrassing than her first one...