Mackenzie's wardrobe is altered.

Ryan walked Mackenzie into one of the chain restaurants that was inside the mall. Nothing fancy, but it was certainly better than the food court. The young redhead blushed as Ryan once again held the door for her, neither of them noticing the thread still trailing behind Mackenzie. By now, the bottom few inches of her shirt were gone, exposing a thin strip of pale stomach to anyone who might notice. But no one did and soon the two were sitting down at a rustic wooden booth. The low table served to shield Mackenzie's shortening shirt from Ryan's view as Mackenzie slid across the rough wood.

But, the wood was more unforgiving than Mackenzie anticipated. While most of the tears and rips were on the front of her jeans, there were a few small ones in the back as well. As the jeans slid across the wood, the rough bench tore at the gaps in the fabric, widening the tears on the back of Mackenzie's thighs. Mackenzie winced at the rough feeling but figured the bench was just uncomfortable.

The two lovebirds chatted and flirted as they looked over their menus, none the wiser as Mackenzie's shirt continued to unravel thanks to everyone walking through the thin thread spread across the mall. Soon their orders were placed and Ryan finally noticed that he could see some pale skin instead of Mackenzie's shirt.

"Hey, uh... is your shirt alright?" he asked, confused.

Mackenzie glanced down and was shocked to see the entirety of her toned stomach on display!

"I-I'll be right back!" she said urgently as she slid out from the booth. The rough bench and table greedily tore at her ripped jeans again, widening the gaps at her thighs even more. Mackenzie dashed into the bathroom, and looked at herself in the mirror. Sure enough, her shirt was halfway gone!

"What the hell..." she muttered to herself, finally noticing the thread being pulled away from the bottom of the garment. She used her keys to snap the thread and watched with a scowl as it flew away. "You've gotta be kidding me. My shirt is ruined!" Sure enough, the shirt now came down to just below her breasts. If she raised her arms too much the bottom of her bra even peeked into view.

Mackenzie looked at herself in the mirror and steeled her resolve. Just because she was now wearing what was basically a skimpy crop top didn't mean the end of her date! Truth be told, maybe this would work out for the best. It might be more skin than she'd planned on showing, but it was sure to grab Ryan's attention. So, Mackenzie strolled back to their table, confident as could be and pretending nothing was wrong.

"Sorry about that." she said in a bubbly voice, not noticing that her jeans were shredded even further as she slid back onto the bench.

"No worries." Ryan said, unable to keep his eyes off Mackenzie's pale skin.

The two of them spent a nice dinner further chatting and flirting. Mackenzie was thrilled with how the date was going so far, shirt notwithstanding. After paying, they began sliding out of the booth. This time, the tears reached the breaking point for Mackenzie's jeans. As she stood up, there was a soft RIPPP sound as the tears spread all the way around Mackenzie's thighs. Both her jean legs slid down her legs and pooled at her ankles, leaving her pants as a simple pair of jean shorts. And they were short shorts, at that.

Mackenzie blushed as her legs were suddenly exposed against her will.

"Whoa..." Ryan said, surprised as his date.

"Uh... that's alright!" Mackenzie said, trying to save face. She pulled the two scraps of fabric off her legs and stuffed them in her purse. "These were kind of old anyway. Let's go hit up the arcade!"

So, the two of them strolled out of the restaurant, with Mackenzie wearing a fair amount less than what she entered with. She was now feeling much more self-conscious and embarrassed about how much skin she was showing. Mackenzie was walking around in basically a skimpy crop top and booty shorts!