Not yet, there's a bit more fallout to deal with

Mackenzie couldn't help but shiver at the cold November air rushing past her bare skin as she continued her nude sprint back to the dorms. The redhead could feel the goosebumps on her left bicep where her right palm was clutching it. And she could feel the two stiff tips of her nipples rubbing against her right forearm while she desperately tried to both conceal and contain her large breasts. Not for the first time, one of her boobs bounced free from the crook of her arm, forcing her to readjust her grip entirely to contain it again.

The blushing college freshman let out a brief hiss of frustration, then opted for a change in tactics. She pulled her left arm up from her crotch, crossed both her arms and pressed them down over her voluptuous chest. This, of course, left her pussy exposed for the world to see, but that was at least somewhat mitigated by her swiftly moving thighs. Plus, with her breasts both hidden and restrained, Mackenzie was able to focus on her main goal: getting out of sight as quickly as possible. Bare feet slapping uncomfortably on the rough pavement, Mackenzie powered ahead.

Mercifully, the cold weather and the dim evening light meant not too many people were out to see this particular streak to safety. The same couldn't be said for many of Mackenzie's previous naked or half-dressed retreats, though (and Mackenzie was beginning to rack up a fair number of them). After making her usual way into the building (a side door she discovered was typically propped open), Mackenzie finished her run up the stairs to the fourth floor. One blessedly empty hallway and one thankfully unlocked door later, the bare beauty found herself alone in the seclusion of her dorm room.

"Thank... god..." she muttered between heaving breaths.

Mackenzie, freezing and exhausted, quickly gathered the heavy winter blanket from her bed and wrapped it around herself. Then, she simply plopped down into her desk chair, shivering and rubbing her bare skin all over in an attempt to warm up.

Sadly, Mackenzie's misery was far from over. The redhead reluctantly looked up at her closet, though she knew what she would see. Absolutely nothing there, save for one white bath towel. Her dresser, she knew, was similarly empty. Because, at that moment, Mackenzie Fairbairn no longer owned any clothes at all! For the second time that semester, she found her wardrobe had dwindled down to nothing (unless one aforementioned counted the towel and blanket). And this time, she was essentially broke, too! The humiliated redhead glanced over to Willow's side of the room, fully stocked with the various clothes and outfits one might expect a college girl to keep in her closet and dresser. In that moment, to Mackenzie, it seemed like a cornucopia, absolutely overflowing with things to wear. She knew Willow didn't want her taking any more of her clothes without permission. But surely... given the circumstances she wouldn't mind?

Mackenzie rose and shrugged out of the heavy blanket, shivering slightly again. She made her way over to her roommate's closet, where she picked a comfy looking sweater off a hanger. Mackenzie wasted no time in pulling it on over her head and tugging it over her torso. She practically sighed in relief at the soft warmth it provided. How many hours had she just spent topless? At least two, if not three. And even before then, she'd been walking around the chilly campus in only a T-shirt! It felt good to be not only clothed, but properly so for a change.

But Mackenzie's comfort wasn't meant to last. Before she could so much as glance at a pair of pants, the door opened and her roommate entered the room.

"Well, well, well!" Willow loudly said, clearly unhappy. "If it isn't little miss clothes thief! Looks like you're caught red handed this time!"

"Willow, I'm sorry! But please, just let me explain," Mackenzie began, self-consciously shifting her hands in front of her womanhood. "I don't-"

"I don't wanna hear it, Mack!" the dirty-blonde girl shouted. "I told you to stop taking my stuff, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but-"

"And I explicitly warned you today that if you stole any of my things, there'd be hell to pay, didn't I?"

"...Y-yes you did, but-"

"Then I don't want to hear it!" Willow demanded. Mackenzie had never see her roommate this mad before. "Give me back my sweater. Right now."

"I... B-but..." Mackenzie's desire to refuse wilted in the face of her fuming friend. "A-alright..."

Mackenzie reluctantly pulled the sweater back off, leaving her naked once more, and handed it over to Willow. Before she could explain herself any further, though, a knock sounded at their door. It was almost immediately opened by Chris, their RA.

"Hey, floor meeting at Right-Now-o'clock guys, so..." she began before trailing off at the sight of Mackenzie standing there, naked and ashamed looking beside a clearly angry Willow. "Uh... am I interrupting something?"

"Not at all!" Willow said, petulantly. "Floor meeting huh? Sounds great! Can't wait!"

And with that, she strolled out of the room, shooting Mackenzie a glare over Chris's shoulder. A particularly harsh gaze, as if daring Mackenzie to even try wearing something that belonged to Willow out to the meeting. Mackenzie gulped.

"Huh, I thought she hated these," Chris said, before refocusing her attention back on the naked redhead. "You too, Mackenzie, let's go."

"...Fine," Mackenzie begrudgingly said. She made sure to grab her towel, her last vestige of modesty, before Chris could drag her out of the room naked.

In the nearby common room, Mackenzie tried (and largely failed) not to draw too much attention to herself with her entrance. Virtually all eyes were on her towel-clad form, yet again. (In fact this was somehow Mackenzie's third floor meeting wearing nothing but a towel!) She saw Willow go and pointedly sit next to a friend of hers, leaving Mackenzie to survey the rest of the semi-crowded room alone. To her dismay, she didn't see Marianne or even Ashely anywhere. And she wasn't close enough to any of the other girls to dare approaching them. Instead, Mackenzie simply took a position leaning up against a wall at the edge of the room, a safe distance from anyone else. She noticed Cindy from across the room pointing at her and giggling to one of her friends. Mackenzie blushed and glanced down at the floor, once again feeling embarrassed and frustrated at her near nudity.

"Alright listen up!" Chris yelled, quieting the rest of the room down. "I've got more to get through than usual, so this might take a few minutes. First of all, for any of you that are going to be spending Thanksgiving Break staying on campus, here are a few details for you."

Mackenzie's mind wandered as Chris continued lecturing the room of freshmen. Today was shaping up to be a strong contender for the worst day of her life. And, for her, that was certainly saying something. Not only had an embarrassing and humiliating morning, but her shift at work basically couldn't have possibly gone any worse. She'd wound up naked again of course, but for some reason she'd continued working for nearly an hour with no clothes on! Plus, there was winding up naked and pressed against that window for half the city to see. And, the cherry on top, she'd been fired from said job too. Now, she was at least home and safe again, but her roommate was royally pissed and likely wasn't going to be open to lend her any clothes in the near future. That meant the only bit of clothing to Mackenzie's name was the one towel currently wrapped around her body.

Even as she thought about it, the redhead gripped it more tightly around her slender figure, as if afraid it might suddenly fly away. She literally could not afford to lose this too. Then she'd have nothing, nothing at all...

"And that wraps it up!" Chris loudly said, snapping Mackenzie out of her thoughts. As Chris usually did, she hastened to be the first one out of the room. She hurriedly said, "Any questions, guess not, okay bye!"

Mackenzie let the majority of the room trickle out before she moved to follow. She didn't want to risk having her towel come loose and exposing her (like it had at the meeting a few weeks earlier). After a minute or so, she followed Willow back into their room. She could tell her friend was still angry, but figured she should at least try to explain herself anyway.

"Willow, can we talk?" she cautiously ventured after shutting the door behind them. "I want to explain-"

"Mack, I'm done," Willow said curtly. "I'm sick of you taking my stuff without asking, and I'm sick and tired of you destroying and losing all my damn clothes!"

That sent a small surge of anger through Mackenzie.

"You're sick of having your clothes lost?!" she countered, anger creeping into her voice. "How do you think I feel, Will?" she scoffed. "I don't have any clothes left to lose!"

"Well," Willow said coolly, "who's fault is that, Mackenzie?"

"...And just what do you mean by that?" Mackenzie countered. If there was one thing that annoyed her beyond everything else, it was when people thought she got naked in public on purpose. And Willow knew that annoyed her better than anyone.

"What I'm saying is," she said, locking eyes with the redhead, "unless you sort out whatever public stripping shit you've got going on, I'm not lending you another thing as long as I live!"

Mackenzie was stunned into silence for a moment. Yes, she'd accidentally destroyed some of Willow's clothes over the past several months, but that hardly compared with losing every single piece of clothing you owned! Twice!! Willow took that moment of silence to grab her phone and begin pulling on her jacket.

"I suggest you borrow stuff from someone else," she pointedly said as she slipped her shoes on. "See you later, Mack."

"Well... Well fine!" Mackenzie shouted as Willow left the room. "I didn't want any of your stupid old clothes anyway! So there!!"

One slammed door later, Mackenzie found herself once again alone in the bedroom. And once again with nothing but a towel to wear. With a weary sigh, Mackenzie took the towel off, hanging it back up as the sole garment in her closet, and climbed back into bed. She wrapped the blanket around her bare body and tried to plan her next move, still simmering with frustration at her roommate.

The next hour was only filled with more bad news for Mackenzie. After sending a few texts out, she realized her other options for borrowing any clothes weren't much better. Marianne had gone home for the weekend. Ashley wasn't responding to any of her texts, and had possibly gone home as well. Even Helena (an early-semester acquaintance that Mackenzie hadn't spoken too in quite a while) didn't respond to her texts.

The redhead rolled over and sighed, unsure what to do. Asking for charity from other girls in the dorm would likely get Mackenzie nowhere. She'd tried before, on occasion, but all her fellow freshmen believed that Mackenzie was an exhibitionist, and that she pulled her streaking stunts on purpose. Word had spread that whatever you lent Mackenzie, you wouldn't ever get back. And asking any of the boys for help would likely get her nowhere.

Mackenzie flopped onto her back, trying to think of a solution. As long as she still had the towel, then she could at least spend the rest of the weekend staying decent, if only barely. Then she could borrow something from Marianne on Sunday night when she returned to campus. That would get her through the short term (not to mention result in a very unenjoyable weekend), but what was she supposed to do after that? Borrow clothes from Marianne indefinitely? That would likely just drive her friend towards the same resentful camp where she now found Willow, who used to happily lend her clothes.

Mackenzie tried to push the longer term worries from her mind, though. First and foremost, she had to get through the weekend wearing just a towel. It was... possible. But that was assuming that nothing else went wrong...