A minor wardrobe complication, and not exactly...

Mackenzie pulled her phone out of her pocket and turned on its flashlight. The bright light cut through the darkness, illuminating the stairs before her.

"Figures," she muttered to herself as she slowly descended the stairs. "Of course the power goes out, too. What better way to cap off the most embarrassing day of my life?"

She absentmindedly tugged her shorts up slightly. They felt looser than she remembered for some reason. Mackenzie reached the ground floor and headed for her kitchen to find her proper flashlight. And maybe that beer too...

Alex was stunned. Just absolutely blown away. He'd been sitting at his desk watching a twitch stream when he'd glanced out the window. He'd mainly been checking on the impending storm when his eyes had drifted by the window to Mackenzie's bedroom.

That was an old habit, ingrained in him over years of having his bedroom window facing Mackenzie's. Ever since the first time he'd caught a glimpse of the beautiful redhead standing there in just a bra and panties, well... he was hooked. Before he knew it, Alex was spending a lot of time near that window. A whole lot of time. He didn't like to think of himself as a creep, but he couldn't really be blamed for just noticing something out of the corner of his eye... right? He'd seen her in a few different combinations of bras and panties, several towels, even squeezing into skinny jeans. On one particularly good day, he'd even managed to get a stunning view of Mackenzie in nothing but a red thong, but only from the back. Mackenzie never seemed to see him because of the slightly reflective film on his windows, so Alex was free to engage in his "hobby" without fear of detection. And while Mackenzie clearly didn't seem to be showing off on purpose or anything... well... she sure seemed to forget to close her blinds an awful lot.

So today, when Alex's eyes had followed their usual route across his neighbor's window, Alex had been greeted with the sight of Mackenzie standing there. Completely nude. Alex couldn't quite see the redhead's most intimate bits, as he was looking at her from the side and she had an arm wrapped around her sizable chest. ...But he could see damn near everything else. And there was no mistaking it. There stood Mackenzie Fairbairn; completely, unmistakably, 100% naked.

If Alex had been drinking something, he would have literally spat it out at that moment. He focused his entire attention onto the beautiful woman across the way from him. She seemed to be pulling something out of her top drawer with her one free hand. Presumably something to wear.

Alex's mind was racing. Mackenzie never stood there completely naked! At least, not that he'd ever seen before. And wasn't she supposed to be at the shop today anyway? Alex had almost considered going there himself a little while ago to borrow her engine lift, but had decided not to at the last minute given the rapidly worsening weather forecast. Now he was glad he'd stayed home. Otherwise he'd have missed this glorious sight in front of him! Even as he watched, Mackenzie pulled out a familiar looking little red thong.

Mackenzie began awkwardly trying to step into the thong while simultaneously keeping her breasts covered. Alex found himself hoping, begging, for Mackenzie's arm to move just slightly the wrong way. Or for a single boob to ever so slightly slip free of its containing limb. After all these years, he just wanted a glimpse... And then it had happened. A loud crack of thunder echoed through the sky and Mackenzie flinched at the sound. Then, she tripped, sending her body crashing into the window.

Alex gaped at the absolutely breathtaking sight across from him. Mackenzie's drop dead gorgeous body, without a stitch of covering, pressed up against the glass, letting him see... everything. Mackenzie's beautiful blushing face, which Alex had stared at enough to burn into his memory. Her big alluring breasts and the little pink nipples both smooshed up against the glass, which Alex had daydreamed about seeing for literal years. They were even more glorious than he'd dared imagine. And below that, below the slender waist and wide hips, Alex's gaze tantalizingly locked onto the neatly trimmed red landing strip, which beckoned his gaze even lower... There, just barely visible, was Mackenzie's lovely pussy, a sight Alex was positive he'd go his entire life without ever seeing. He'd wanted a glimpse, but had instead been given quite a bit more.

Mackenzie quickly recovered though, pulling herself away from the window, her face turning an even darker shade of red. She hurriedly grabbed a few more things out of her dresser, yanked them on, and practically sprinted out of the room. And as quickly as it had come, the life-changing moment was over.

Alex was left there, completely and utterly stunned. Before he could even begin to think of what he should possibly do next, lightning lit up the room and a massive crash of thunder roared. His house actually shook slightly, and suddenly everything went dark. It took him a long few moments to process everything, his brain finally catching up with the world. Finally, Alex stood up, feeling the bulge in his pants that he hadn't even consciously noticed before. He awkwardly began walking to grab a few much needed supplies.

Mackenzie found her flashlight in its usual spot in the drawer. She pulled it out and turned it on, providing a much stronger beam of light for the darkened kitchen. She turned her phone's light off and put it in her pocket. Then, Mackenzie headed over to the fridge. She was going for that beer after all.

It had been a stressful day for her, to say the least. After all, it wasn't every day that one's clothes saw fit to completely fall apart while one was wearing them. So Mackenzie figured she was allowed to take the edge off a bit. And it was late afternoon after all, despite the dark sky outside from the raging storm.

Mackenzie opened the fridge and shined her light to the back. There sat five remaining beers from the six-pack she'd picked up over the weekend. They were from a local craft brewery called Extra Notch Fermentary (who went with the slogan "One Notch Above Top Notch!") that Mackenzie was fond of. This new one was called War Probe: Malt Function and showcased a nicely illustrated label depicting an intense space battle between alien and human ships. As she reached her free hand into the depths of the offline fridge, though, her shorts began to fall. And they fell much more quickly this time, given the added weight of the phone in Mackenzie's pocket. She couldn't help but gasp in surprise as her shorts began plummeting towards the floor. She caught them around her knees, though, and pulled the loose bottoms back up to her hips.

It was then that a few dots connected in Mackenzie's mind. This was the pair of shorts that had lost their drawstring the other week! She'd been considering buying a small office shredder to help dispose of the shop's old paperwork (advice she'd received from two separate friends also running their own small businesses), and had swung by an office supply store. Mackenzie knew she was a little bit of a klutz, and had seen her outfit suffer for it more than a few times in her life. So she had been fairly apprehensive about buying a machine specifically designed to shred whatever was loaded into it. The salesperson had assuaged her fears, however, and explained how getting clothing caught in it was actually rather unlikely, so long as the user was careful, and even demonstrated it for her. Mackenzie had been coming around to the idea, until she gave it a go herself. Somehow, the drawstring of her shorts had come close enough to get caught in the device. It had taken no time at all for the shredder to pull the drawstring free from the redhead's waist, as if it was slurping up a long piece of spaghetti. Both the salesperson and Mackenzie were stunned at the rapid and bizarre event (though it was hard to tell how much of the salesperson's expression was befuddlement at the shredder's sudden attack and how much was surprise at seeing Mackenzie's curvy ass in the yellow panties she'd been wearing that day). After pulling her shorts back up, Mackenzie had hastily retreated from the store, vowing to never own a paper shredder.

Now, Mackenzie's shorts were apparently entirely incapable of staying up unassisted. Mackenzie groaned in frustration, opting to simply grab the beer as quickly as possible. She thrust her hand to the back of the fridge, yanked a bottle free, and stood up, closing the fridge door. Just as the door slammed shut, her shorts hit the floor, baring her cute round butt to the empty room. Despite it all, Mackenzie couldn't help but to stamp her bare foot in frustration. Her clothes simply seemed hell bent on misbehaving today!

Leaving the shorts, Mackenzie strode over to the counter and grabbed her bottle opener. She popped the beer open and took a few long gulps.

That settled it. Contrary to what the day's events had been demonstrating, not ALL of Mackenzie's clothes were dead set on sabotaging her modesty. The curvy mechanic had plenty of reliable clothes to wear in the basement. Sure, they weren't exactly clean, but by that point Mackenzie was far from caring. She just wanted a few peaceful minutes without her wardrobe failing her! Was that so much to ask? Hell, she'd put on another damn jumpsuit if it meant her clothes would actually stay on her body!

She took a few more pulls from the beer before placing it (not entirely gently) down on the counter. She gave a short exhale of determination, then she headed for her basement door.