Check the shower for her panties

Mackenzie felt the cold air between her legs as she thought. It's not like I even have to go that far. I can go check and see if the panties are actually there. If so, then I've got some underwear back. If not, I haven't lost anything but a few minutes.

Confident in her decision, Mackenzie left the room and began walking down the hall, keeping one hand on the bottom of her dress. She tried tugging it down a little further as she moved, but thought she heard the sound of tearing fabric when she did. Better not try to pull too hard on this. I don't want to widen any of these holes.

There were a few guys loitering farther down the hall, but they hadn't noticed Mackenzie, and she quickly entered the nearby bathroom before they could. The bathroom seemed empty as the redhead strode over to the shower stalls. She opened the one she had used this morning and found a pair of black panties dangling from a hook on the wall.

Well damn! Just like the asshole said. She pulled the panties down, eager to put them on, and noticed the piece of paper attached to her underwear. She yanked it off and cursed as she noticed that it had been stapled to the garment, coming away with a small of chunk of the underwear. Bending over to put the underwear on, Mackenzie cursed again as she heard the sound of her dress ripping under the strain. Her shapely hips had caused the lowest slits to rip a little higher. She pulled the panties up her legs slowly, and the dress made no further protests.

Stepping out of the stall, she looked at her reflection in the mirror and saw the slits in her dress rose up above her hips. Her black panties could easily be seen on both sides of her dress. And further slits revealed the sides of her stomach, and just the barest hint of the sides of her breasts. Just great. Now I look like I tried to cut my own dress up to show more skin. Well what's this next paper say...

"Nice job! But that was a pretty easy one.

2) If you want to earn back your black bra, then listen up.

You'll find it hiding beneath a Common comfort.

Good luck!"

Mackenzie thought as she stared at her reflection again. A common comfort? That could mean anything! Under a bed maybe? Those are pretty common in the dorms. A few moments later she made an exasperated sound and angrily walked out of the bathroom. Her hips swayed as she walked, working the tears in the dress slightly farther. This whole thing is stupid. I'm not running around from room to room... oh! The Common Room! That's why it had a capital C.

Smiling, Mackenzie stopped and reversed her direction, heading toward the small room her floor shared. Her smiled quickly faded when she saw the loitering guys from earlier were still there. Their conversation faded as they all focused on the lovely girl walking towards them, their eyes catching the bare skin of her hips that peeked out of her dress with each step. Mackenzie blushed and avoided eye contact as she ducked into the Common Room a few feet away from them.

Sure enough, there was a couch there, and Mackenzie wasted no time in dropping down on her stomach and looking under it. She thought she saw something at the back. Her outstretched arm was just able to grab hold of it and pull it forward. She slid herself backwards on the floor, raising her ass slightly as she did, and pulled the matching black bra into the light. As the girl sat up with her prize, her dress gave further tears in protest. Mackenzie nervously glanced down and noticed the side slits now reached well up to her ribs.

Trying not to move too much, Mackenzie read the note:

"I think you're getting the hang of it now!

3) If you want to earn back your leather belt, then listen up.

On the ground floor, it's behind..."

Before she could finish though, she heard the chuckles of the boys watching her from the doorway. She was suddenly very aware that she had just pulled a bra from under the couch and was sitting there with it in front of these guys. Her face quickly began turning red. "It, uh, it's not..." she tried to stammer briefly before she took off running down the hallway again. With both hands holding the bra, her short dress bounced freely up and down, giving them all a view of her newly acquired panties underneath.

Mackenzie made it back to her room once more and slammed the door behind her. And finally the dress reached its limit. The tears became one giant slit on each side, revealing the girl's pale skin from thighs to shoulders. Mackenzie gasped as she felt the release in the tension of the fabric. Great, now that asshole has fucked my dress up beyond belief.

Looking at the mirror, the dress was now basically a double sided apron. Or even worse than an apron, as Mackenzie had no way to fasten the fabric close to her body. Instead, it drifted away from her body at the slightest movement, trailing behind. That belt would be pretty useful right about now...Fuck it. I'll hold the dress in place and go get that damn belt! While she still had the nerve to do so, Mackenzie walked back out into the hall, determined to get the belt.

But that determination was short lived. Mackenzie tried to move the dress slightly, and the whole thing slid forward over her shoulders. The back rose up until the fabric hit her neck, allowing the front of the dress to dip well below her breasts. Despite the emptiness of the hall, Mackenzie gasped in surprise and quickly tried to cover her breasts with her hands. She retreated to her room and began frantically repositioning the dress. This is almost useless now! I'll have to keep both hands on it to keep it in place.

Then she noticed the black bra still laying on the floor. Oh yeah! Well it's at least somewhat helpful... She shrugged off the dress (a task far easier than it should have normally been) and donned the bra. She fastened it in place and tugged the torn dress back over her body. Well, this is as stable as my outfit's getting without that belt...

Weighing the risks, Mackenzie decided to...