Mackenzie successfully repairs her last outfit, temporarily...

Mackenzie took a moment to try to calm herself down. She leaned back against the closed bathroom door and gave a long, shaky exhale. She found that she was instantly regretting her decision. Why had she asked Alex to stay?! He'd only been in her house for a grand total of three minutes and he'd already nearly seen her naked body not once but twice! And given how her luck had been going that day, Mackenzie was not at all confident that her luck was going to change any time soon. The redhead was seriously considering changing her mind and asking Alex to leave once she emerged from the bathroom. Surely she could get her basement door off its hinges on her own if she needed to. But if that was true, then why was she having such a hard time kicking him out...?

She opened her eyes and couldn't see a single thing. Without a window, her first floor bathroom was truly pitch black. She turned the flashlight on and set it on the counter, soon followed by her small bundle of fabric and other supplies. On the left of the sink sat her tank top, shorts, bikini top, and thong. On the right ide were the flashlight, her phone, scissors, safety pins, and the string she had cut.

"Alright," Mackenzie said with a deep breath, "let's get to work." She was, if nothing else, good at fixing things.

Mackenzie spent the next 10 minutes carefully attempting to salvage her last remaining clothes. First, she used two safety pins trying to reattach her red thong, but it was precarious given how little fabric the skimpy underwear had to work with. There was no guarantee that the thing fabric wouldn't simply rip apart where the metal pins desperately tried to hold it together.

Second, she pulled her navy blue bikini top into place over her chest and adjusted it until it was exactly where she wanted it. Then, the redhead meticulously double knotted the knots holding the swimsuit together. Both the one behind her neck and the one behind her back. She gave several hearty test tugs to make sure the thing wasn't going to fall apart on her yet again.

Third, Mackenzie began threading the makeshift drawstring through the hips of her athletic shorts. It was most tedious part so far, but eventually Mackenzie's overly loose shorts were somewhat secure again. She slid them on her hips, carefully tied the string in a knot over her stomach, and was pleased to see they stayed put on her hips.

Finally, the beautiful young woman used two more safety pins to try and reattach each of the straps on her tank top. She eventually managed it, but these both felt even more tenuous than her underwear. There were simply each under too much strain, and Mackenzie was extremely hesitant to try messing with them any further.

Mackenzie flipped the flashlight around and gave herself a once over in the mirror. Surprisingly, her outfit didn't look too bad! When her repairs were all said and done, she simply seemed to be wearing a comfy stay-at-home outfit consisting of an old tank top and comfy shorts. Both garments were relatively loose on her curvy form. Plenty loose enough to slide down her body entirely if their supports broke again... She tried to dispel that thought from her mind, shaking her head vigorously for a few seconds. And inadvertently loosening the bikini's knot at her neck...

Mackenzie picked up her phone and began mentally preparing for her departure from the relative security of the bathroom. She was now fully dressed and had nothing to be embarrassed about! So why wouldn't her heart stop racing? With one final nervous gulp, she opened the bathroom door and re-entered her living room.

She saw the light from Alex's flashlight sitting on her couch nearby and made her way over to him.

"Ssorry to, uh, keep you waiting," she said, slurring the first word ever so slightly. By now she was fully feeling the effects of the earlier ****. She wasn't drunk, but Mackenzie was definitely tipsy.

"I-it's fine," Alex stuttered.

For a moment Mackenzie wondered if he was feeling just as nervous and flustered as she was. Then, she put two and two together.

"Oh, your shirt!" she cried, noticing for the first time that Alex's white t-shirt was absolutely drenched. "You must be freezing! I'm sorry, I wasn't even thinking earlier!"

"Hey, it's a-alright," Alex said. "You had, uh, quite a d-distracting situation going on. I wouldn't mind borrowing a t-towel though..."

"A towel, of course!" she said, before realizing that she didn't have any towels. Not accessible to her, at least. They were all in the basement, along with the rest of her wardrobe... "Um, I don't have any clean ones at the moment..."

"N-none at all?"

"It's... kind of related to that same long story from earlier..."

"Oh..."

"But, uh, here!" she said, bustling over to the kitchen and returning a moment later with a roll of paper towels in her hand. "I've got the next best thing."

"B-better than nothing," Alex said. He stood up and began peeling the drenched shirt from his skin. Mackenzie couldn't help but blush further as his muscular form was unveiled to her. She stared, slightly gobsmacked, at his broad chest, and toned abs. Alex, too, blushed slightly as he noticed Mackenzie blatantly staring at his bare torso. He took the roll of paper towels from his now mute neighbor and said, "Thanks..."

"Mhm!" Mackenzie said, as if snapping herself out of a small trance, awkwardly forcing herself to look away. "I-I-I can hang up your shirt in the meantime, at least!"

Mackenzie did so, hanging it up on the closet door in the bathroom. She didn't even notice as the first knot at her back came undone in her upward reaching. She came back to find her crush standing there in the near-darkness. He was still quite shirtless, but he was at least mostly dry. He thanked her and Mackenzie wordlessly accepted the remaining roll of paper.

"Well, since you were brave enough to endure that storm and all," she said, a playful smile on her face, "the least I can do is offer you a beer in return."

"I'd be delighted," he said, returning the smile.

"Good, I'll convert you into an ENF lover yet!" Mackenzie giggled as she sauntered into the kitchen.

Alex couldn't help but let his gaze drift lower to Mackenzie's ass as she casually swayed from side to side. Even in the limited lighting, he could see the edges of a thong peeking above the top of Mackenzie's shorts. Those red edges only rose further into view as Mackenzie bent forward at the waist, opening the fridge. He couldn't help but gulp slightly at Mackenzie's alluring ass as she inadvertently stuck it out towards him. She grabbed two bottles out, letting them clink together as she closed the fridge and returned to the counter. Alex couldn't be certain, but it looked like Mackenzie's shorts were riding a bit shorter than before... The redhead popped the tops off both bottles and handed one to Alex.

They clinked the necks of their bottles gently together before both taking a swig of the beer. As they did so, one of the unseen safety pins ripped free from Mackenzie's thong. The underwear slipped ever so slightly lower on Mackenzie's hips, but the tipsy and distracted redhead failed to notice.

"Not bad! So, uh, what's this one called again?" Alex asked as he examined the bottle in the near-darkness.

"War Probe Ma-" Mackenzie began, but was abruptly cut off by the safety pin snapping free from her tank top's right strap with a loud PING! Mackenzie simply stood there, stunned by the sudden noise and motion, as her tank top dipped lower, revealing the bikini-clad breast it had been hiding a moment before. An awkward silence hung for a few moments before both Mackenzie and Alex burst out into nervous laughter.

"Wh-whoops," Mackenzie chuckled, trying to awkwardly cover her her makeshift underwear with her bottle. "It's, uh, called War Pro-"

PING! Her right strap followed its sister's lead, snapping free and letting the strap revert back to two separate broken pieces.

"N-no way..." Mackenzie blushed as the tank top slid down her torso, pooling around her hips. The redhead crossed both her arms over her bikini, blush deepening even further. Not sure what to do, the tipsy woman simply continued speaking, trying to play it off like nothing had happened.

"I-I said it's Wa-"

This time, Mackenzie was interrupted by the sound of string breaking. The drawstring around her waist broke under the additional weight. And a moment later, both her tank top and shorts were plummeting to her ankles.

And then Mackenzie suddenly found herself standing there, wearing nothing but her bikini top and a thong. Right in front of Alex! The beauty tried not to run or scream. Instead, she simply shifted one hand down to her lower region, covering her bright red underwear with the ENF bottle.

"...What the hell just happened?" Alex asked after several long seconds of stunned silence. Somehow, Mackenzie's outfit had gone from comfortable loungewear to sexy underwear in about five seconds flat!

"That's, um, part of the story too, I guess," Mackenzie stammered, keeping a sheepish smile on her bright red face.

Alex was clearly confused by that last comment. But instead of replying, he simply took a seat on the nearby couch and patted the cushion beside him.

"I'm listening," he said.