Day 3

Mackenzie burst into her empty dorm room, dropping her backpack and slamming the door shut behind her as fast as she could. She closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down now that she was successfully out of the public eye. Her short, gasping breaths slowly began to fade as she caught her breath. Her pulse slowed and the deep red flush of her face began to diminish, little by little. Mackenzie stood there, with her black sweatpants split open down the side and her plain white panties half-exposed. A tiny scrap of white fabric hung around her neck, extending barely an inch or two in any direction and doing nothing to hide her large heaving breasts. The half-naked girl suppressed a groan of embarrassment.

Suffice to say, it had not been an ideal Friday morning for Mackenzie. She'd been woken by an angry Willow, who (through some means Mackenzie still couldn't discern) had found out about Mackenzie stealing one of her many belts on Wednesday. A belt which she had wound up destroying during her humiliating work shift. As a result, Willow had outright refused to lend Mackenzie any more clothing, despite knowing her roommate's downright dismal wardrobe.

To make matters worse, a serious cold spell had hit the campus, meaning wearing any of the dresses Marianne had (very generously) lent Mackenzie was out of the question. But that was likely for the best, anyway. Mackenzie had been borrowing (or often inadvertently destroying) Marianne's dress selection for far too long ever since her own wardrobe difficulties had started. She'd given back the remaining borrowed dresses, as she didn't want to drive another friend to the point of being unwilling to lend her things to wear. Mackenzie only wished their height difference didn't make Marianne's pants completely unwearable for her.

And so, Mackenzie had started her morning by realizing that she didn't have any pants to wear to class and work that day. She'd been so desperate not to walk around campus in her underwear that the redhead was seriously debating just wrapping a towel around her hips and wearing that to class. But, before it came to that, Mackenzie lucked into a solution. Marianne's roommate, Ashley, had dropped by at just the right moment, offering Mackenzie a pair of sweatpants. It seemed like divine intervention to Mackenzie, especially as her friend insisted that Mackenzie keep them permanently as a gift.

However, that luck quickly changed for the worse when Mackenzie surmised the reason Ashley had been so keen to get rid of them. They were tearaway sweatpants, with plastic snaps running down the side of each leg. The pair of pants in itself was fine, if a bit too easily removed for Mackenzie's taste. However, it hadn't taken her long to discover that the snaps lining the right leg of the pants barely stayed fastened at all. One abrupt movement had sent nearly the entire pant leg splitting open, and the pants themselves quickly falling from Mackenzie's hips. The curvy redhead had done her best to keep her new pants fastened and on her body throughout the morning. But in typical Mackenzie fashion, by the time she finished her two morning classes, not a single fellow student hadn't gotten at least a couple nice views of her panties and the generous curves they contained.

As if that wasn't bad enough, during her second class, Mackenzie had somehow managed to get her t-shirt stuck on the back of her chair. Over the next hour, she had surreptitiously tried to yank it free from whatever crack or edge that had ensnared it, but had only managed to make things worse with every attempt. By the time the class had come to a close, Mackenzie had found herself with virtually none of the shirt left to wear, and a large pile of tiny white scraps in her lap. If only she hadn't lost her winter coat earlier that moment to a potent combination of a broken zipper, a sharp gust of wind, and an extremely eager campus snowblower clearing the walkways. Then, at least, she wouldn't have had to sprint back to her dorm room functionally topless while her pants tried their best to keep falling down.

Mackenzie tried to set her embarrassing morning aside and prepare herself for her third shift at the campus cafe. Having gotten her (somewhat typical) series of catastrophic wardrobe malfunctions out of the way that morning, she would logically be in the clear for the rest of her day, right? Mackenzie sighed as she tugged off the white collar before chucking it in the trash. She fastened the leg of her sweatpants back up, mentally vowing to have a conversation with Ashley about it later, before opening her dresser. Inside lay one single object. A green t-shirt that said "Can't get enough E'n'F!" in yellow and blue letters. She pulled it on, leaving her dresser starkly empty. These were the absolute last pieces of clothing Mackenzie owned. The socks, shoes, sweatpants, panties, and t-shirt she now wore were her last vestiges of modesty, save for the blanket on her bed and the towel in her closet. As the redhead enviously cast a glance at Willow's side of the room, seemingly overflowing with clothes, she fought back the urge to "borrow" anything else.

The handwritten note saying "I swear to god if you take so much as a single SOCK then there will be hell to pay, Mack!!! -XOXO ~Will" helped reinforce her decision.

Instead, Mackenzie grabbed her visor, the only piece of her uniform to survive her previous shift, and put it on, completing her work outfit. Her manager, Ben, would likely be pretty mad when she arrived. Not only did she manage to destroy her employee issued apron and nametag on Wednesday, she'd also left work early. More accurately, she'd fled the cafe essentially nude, but she figured Ben would be more annoyed about her skipping out early than anything else. But still, he hadn't tried to contact her at all the rest of that day, or even on Thursday. So, perhaps he wasn't too angry about it? After all, Mackenzie had certainly been doing wonders for business, or so she assumed. The redhead blushed at that thought, recalling the scores of eyes she'd felt on her exposed body while she'd continued serving customers despite being nude. Why had she done that?! She still wasn't quite sure. Surely she'd just been so stunned by the whole ordeal that her mind had short circuited.

But Mackenzie was confident today would be a much better day. She was determined to make it through her four hour shift with no embarrassing incidents, and to collect her paycheck at the end of the day. That way, she could actually go buy herself some additional clothes to wear over the weekend! Mackenzie could feel that her back was proverbially against the wall now. If even one thing went wrong with her clothes this shift... Well, she didn't want to think about that nightmarish scenario. Stuffing her phone and keys in her pockets, Mackenzie prepared herself for a very chilly walk to work.