Mackenzie finally gets something to wear

Mackenzie wasted no time getting up the stairs and getting into the closet, where the electric lantern was. Flicking it on, the upstairs was illuminated fairly well, making Mackenzie glad to be alone. However, it would certainly help with her current tasks. First thing: getting dry, finally. Walking into the bathroom, she grabbed a towel hanging on the rack and ran it over her body and hair, finally getting her skin dry at least. Looking through the medicine cabinet, she quickly found the first aid kit, taking it with her to Alex's room across the hall, holding the towel in front of her reflexively.

Setting the lantern on the dresser, she leaned forward to let her wet hair hang down, wrapping the towel around her hair and twisting it up and around her head to let the hair dry. She was naked, but at least she wasn't going to drip water any more. She wasn't going to find something that fit her, most likely, but at this point getting dressed at all seemed like a dream come true.

Opening the top drawer, Mackenzie blushed despite herself. Alex's underwear was mostly solid color boxer briefs, but she had expected something along those lines. Next to them, however, was a box of condoms, branded "For Her", that hadn't ever been opened. She felt guilty to be rooting through his dresser and to see something like that, but there was something sweet about the foresight and sentiment of the box... And a weird sort of excitement that it hadn't been opened yet. However, on the other side of the drawer, she found what she was looking for: a tank top undershirt.

Mackenzie quickly stepped into the large shirt, pulling it up her legs. It was unquestionably too large, reaching several inches down her thighs and being much too large around her waist. The shape was unflattering around her middle, hanging like a tube, but the top was likely to attract any attention. The straps hung very loosely over her shoulders, expecting much larger shoulders, and the front of the shirt had no shaping in it to match her breasts. Without Alex's shoulders and back, the shirt drooped on every side, her breasts threatening to escape to the large arm holes. And as she turned to the mirror, the right shoulder strap fell right to her elbow with no warning, making the whole shirt tilt and leaving her breast exposed entirely. Pulling it back up, she sighed, and then had an idea. Reaching behind her back with both hands, she grabbed the shirt, drawing out a big chunk of loose fabric at the small of her back. The shirt, so tightened, was tighter around the waist and pulled the chest closer to her breasts. As she tied the chunk of fabric into a loose knot, however, both straps fell down her arms, leaving the tank top around her waist and her breasts presented in front of her. Blushing once more and very conscious of how unreliable the shirt was as she pulled the straps up, she at least was covered again, in something that loosely resembled a minidress or slip. So tightened, it had ridden up an inch and a half or so, but she was still decent below, and she had no intention of wearing just this... As much as it might keep Alex entranced...

Taking a deep breath and calming herself, she couldn't help but smile a bit as she looked at the underwear drawer. Part of her couldn't help but wonder how it would have gone in reverse, if Alex had gotten into hers. It would have seemed less innocent, for sure... And as she reflexively looked out the window towards her house, a flash of lightning lit the neighborhood briefly, and Mackenzie realized... She could see her own underwear drawer from this room. Or at least, if the light was on. The drawer that she routinely stood in front of while she changed... While she normally wore pajamas to bed and took her underwear with her to put on immediately after a shower, she had been undressed there plenty... And she always seemed to have trouble with her curtains or blinds. Had Alex ever... peeped on her? And if he did, why did she feel more excited than angry...?