Marianne to the rescue!

It was hopeless. There was nothing nearby Mackenzie could even hope to carry out of the room, let alone something she could use to cover herself. All the redhead had was her backpack, and that surely wasn't enough to avoid the ire of the campus police officer waiting for her in the hall. But, just as Mackenzie hesitantly got to her feet, someone else appeared in the doorway. It was her friend Marianne!

"M-Marianne?" Mackenzie asked, genuinely surprised to see the friend she'd been fighting with recently.

"Quick, put this on!" Marianne said as she tossed something blue towards Mackenzie. And that something, Mackenzie realized, was a dress! The naked girl wasted no time in pulling the fabric over her head and tugging it down to cover her body. Marianne's dress was a little short on Mackenzie, leaving a lot of her thighs on display. But Mackenzie didn't mind in the slightest.

No sooner had she finished pulling the garment in place than a loud voice said, "If you're not coming out, then I'm coming in!" With that, Jack Feldman entered the room, and his eyes immediately landed on Mackenzie. But his angry expression quickly turned to one of genuine surprise upon seeing Mackenzie completely decent. "Wh- You're not..." he growled, pulling out a familiar looking zip-tie. "Doesn't matter. I don't know what kind of stunt you were pulling with that speech but you're coming with me."

"Excuse me," the professor chimed in, seemingly just now realizing an altercation was beginning. "What exactly about the speech?"

"Your student there," Jack said as he pointed at Mackenzie, "is on disciplinary probation. Stripping for her little speech is about to get her suspended."

"I allowed her to present nude," the professor calmly said, "It was an acceptable method to earn bonus points on her midterm, even if it was a bit daring for my taste."

"Doesn't matter, I've got orders from the Dean-"

"It does SO matter!" snapped the middle-aged woman, authority ringing in her voice. "I gave this student express permission to present in that state, and once she was done she immediately got redressed!"

Mackenzie wasn't sure if the professor was covering for her with that "immediately redressed" part, or if she genuinely had been so engrossed with the other students' presentations that she hadn't noticed Mackenzie sitting naked in her class for an hour.

"If the Dean has a problem with that," she said, "he knows how to get ahold of me. In the meantime, this girl bears no responsibility and shall face no repercussions."

"Ma'am," Jack said, trying his best to be diplomatic. He couldn't quite keep the anger out of his voice. "I don't think you understand. This student is a known troublemaker and she-"

"That's quite enough!" The professor snapped. "If you're so adamant that a rule has been broken, then by all means haul in the one responsible: me."

"I-I-" Jack hesitated. This had clearly escalated far beyond what he was expecting. After a long, tense silence, Jack put away the zip-tie and begrudgingly said, "That won't be necessary." He shot Mackenzie a glare and left the room without another word.

Mackenzie let out a deep breath she hadn't even realized she'd been holding. Marianne laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Thank you..." Mackenzie said to her professor.

"You did nothing wrong! You don't deserve to be punished by archaic rules." she replied, completely genuine. "And your speech was extremely impressive, even more so given your attire. I daresay you have a knack for this!" She gave Mackenzie a smile and left the room as well.

"Oh god, Marianne thank you so much!" Mackenzie said, turning to her friend. She wrapped her in a big embrace and said, "I didn't know if you'd come! I'm sorry I didn't listen to you before. You were completely right and I only ended up making a complete fool of myself."

"I'm sorry too," Marianne replied. "All this time I could have been helping you instead of just ignoring you. But when I saw that livestream I knew I couldn't just leave you like that!"

"Livestream?" Mackenzie asked, breaking away from the hug.

"Oh, yeah... Someone livestreamed your whole speech. It looked like they were filming from under their desk."

Mackenzie winced and blushed again. She knew a lot of people had seen her naked today. Like, a LOT. But she had taken solace in knowing that, this time, her plight wasn't going to be posted online for all to see. And now that hope was gone. Once again, Mackenzie found her reputation growing ever more infamous.

"C'mon, I'll walk you back," Marianne said. "And you can tell me all about what the hell happened today."

Mackenzie pulled her backpack on, not noticing that she had accidentally flipped the back of the borrowed dress up in the process. The weight of the bag pinned the dress's hem in place, leaving Mackenzie's bare ass exposed for all to see.