9.1) End of November (Flu Shot)

Mackenzie patiently waited in line amidst her other students. The large lobby of the Student Center was more than a little crowded with her peers. Her school had been promoting their annual Flu Shot Drive, encouraging as many students as possible to get their flu shots that season. Mackenzie had figured she might as well take advantage of it. She'd rather not get the flu if at all possible, after all.

Another student was waved forward and a small gap appeared in the line. Mackenzie shuffled forward with the rest of the line, figuring she probably only had another minute or two to wait. There were three medical professionals administering the shots themselves, all in plain view for the rest of the line to see.

Mackenzie fidgeted with the dress again. It was a long-sleeved thick dress that was borrowed from Marianne, and as such was a touch shorter than she would've liked. Fortunately, after resolving her recent dispute with Willow, Mackenzie had been able to borrow some leggings from her roommate. Mackenzie was still adjusting to not wearing any underwear (since she no longer owned any clothes at all), and she couldn't have imagined having to endure the cold winter day while going commando in a dress that barely covered her ass anyway.

Soon it was the redhead's turn. She headed over to the open seat, which was being overseen by a kind looking middle-aged woman.

"Hi there," she said warmly as Mackenzie handed over her form.

"Hi," Mackenzie politely greeted back as the woman scribbled on the sheet and prepared the small needle.

"Scared of needles?" she asked.

"Not really, no," Mackenzie responded.

"Oh, good," she smiled broadly. "Now just roll a sleeve up and we'll get you all taken care of!"

"Sure thing," Mackenzie smiled back.

She began trying to roll up her right sleeve, but almost immediately realized it was far too tight on her arm.

"Um," Mackenzie muttered as she struggled, "I'm not sure if I can, hng, roll this up enough..."

True enough, Mackenzie could barely manage to move it more than three inches up her forearm.

"Oh, no, that won't do," the woman said. "I'm afraid you might have to pull your arm out of the sleeve then..."

"Um.... Okay..." Mackenzie muttered, growing nervous quite rapidly.

Hesitantly, Mackenzie began pulling the dress's sleeve off her arm. She slowly and awkwardly was able to expose her bare right arm, but it meant she basically had to pull the entire dress up her body. When she was done, Mackenzie sat there, offering her arm to the woman, with her dress barely still on her body. It now only really covered her left arm, shoulder, and neck. She was able to keep the garment tugged down over breasts with her left hand, but only just barely. Her stomach and back were completely bared for the rest of the assembled students to see. Mackenzie was now extremely grateful for the leggings covering her lower half.

The woman blushed almost as much as Mackenzie as she noticed how the girl had been **** to nearly take the dress off entirely! She looked over her arm, clearly trying to get the job done as quickly as possible for the poor young woman's modesty.

"Um..." she finally said, "I hate to ask this, but could I have a look at your left arm instead? I'm having a bit of trouble finding a good vein..."

"S-sure!" Mackenzie grimaced through an even deeper blush.

She repeated the process of pulling her other arm out of the dress. This time she wasn't quite so lucky with keeping her boobs out of view from those waiting in line. And by now all the students had caught on that something was clearly happening in Mackenzie's direction. After briefly flashing her tits to the lobby full of students, Mackenzie was able to once again tug the dress (now entirely bunched up around her neck) down enough to at least shield her breasts from view.

The woman gave Mackenzie her shot, slapped a bandage on the area, and had everything taken care of in record time.

"You're all set!" she said happily, even giving Mackenzie a sticker. "There you go!"

"Th-thanks!" Mackenzie said, already pulling the dress back down her torso. It took her a few moments more to wiggle her arms back through the tight sleeves, but soon enough she was back to her fully dressed self. She took the sticker, grabbed her bag, and quickly shuffled for the exit. Her blush finally began dying down as she headed off to meet Marianne for lunch.