Going on vacation together... if Mackenzie can ever manage to get dressed

"I'm all packed at least," Mackenzie said. "But since someone decided to show up early, I still have to get dressed!"

"My bad, my bad," Samantha giggled. "Anything I can help with down here while you get dressed?"

"Nah, you might as well come up," Mackenzie said, turning and heading for the stairs. "I've already got everything else set for while we'll be away."

Samantha didn't need any further prompting to follow her girlfriend up to her bedroom. After all, she knew what was expected of her if Mackenzie invited her to be there while she was getting dressed... She gazed up at the redhead's curvy ass as it swayed back and forth above her while she ascended the steps, thinking about how best to fulfill her girlfriend's wishes for the day ahead.

The two women entered Mackenzie's bedroom, a familiar spot for them both. Sure enough, spread out on the bed was a complete outfit and an open piece of luggage. The large wheeled bag appeared to be stuffed quite full of clothes, certainly more than would be needed for the one week they'd be away.

But then again, Samantha silently mused, this is Mack we're talking about...

As her girlfriend picked up a pair of panties from the bed, Samantha surreptitiously glanced down at her phone again, once again consulting The Document. She soon found the section she was looking for:

1.B) Procedure for Mackenzie Dressing at Her Home

1.) If she opts to dress in private, let her fully choose the outfit.

2.) If she asks you to accompany her while she gets dressed or if she gets dressed in your presence, she wants to have her outfit altered or sabotaged. She will lay out her clothes, then provide you an opportunity to do so without her knowledge so she can be surprised later.

-2a.) Any clothes she puts on are to remain as they are.

-2b.) If she "remembers" something she must go do, then you are to remove clothes from her outfit for the day. She will "forget" about any missing garments when she returns. The duration of her absence indicates how many items to remove (typically around 1 per minute).

--2b1.) It is best to remove underwear and nonessential clothing, as doing otherwise may become too unbelievable for her plausible deniability. (i.e. removing a jacket, shirt, and bra would likely not actually result in her "forgetfully" going about her day completely topless, though this has not been tested.)

--2b2.) NOTE: All absences to date have lasted less than 5 minutes. (Will update procedure if a longer absence ever occurs.)

-2c.) If she receives an "important" text or phone call, then you are to replace elements of her wardrobe with those from the "sabotaged" basket. This can typically be found in the corner of her room. The duration of her absence indicates how many items to replace (typically around 1 per minute).

--2c1.) She will typically leave a few items more apparently laid out neatly on the top of the pile. These garments have priority.

3.) When she returns, attempt to help facilitate the "distracted dressing" as much as possible.

Samantha looked back up just as Mackenzie was pulling the underwear up over her ass. The blonde woman was curious just how much Mackenzie was planning on putting on that day and was patiently waiting for her cue. Sure enough, before Mackenzie could pick up the bra she'd been reaching for, she

"Oh! Uh, be right back," she abruptly said. "I, uh, forgot about something!"

"Sure," Samantha simply chuckled as she watched her topless girlfriend scurry out of the room.

It was far from the subtlest of excuses, but Samantha really didn't mind. It seemed Mackenzie wanted to keep her panties on that day, though her bra was apparently fair game! After taking note of the time, Samantha tossed the bra behind the far side of Mackenzie's bed, where a six inch gap lay between the bed and the wall (her usual hiding place), happy as ever to help her lovely girlfriend out with her antics.

Samantha spent the next few minutes as she typically did when Mackenzie indirectly asked her to whittle down her outfit like this: simply looking around her girlfriend's bedroom in between discarding clothes. She meandered over to the corner of the room where Mackenzie kept her basket of "sabotaged" clothes. Or at least, that's how Samantha thought of them. Mackenzie had obviously never used that term herself to refer to them, lest she betray the facade. The sandy blonde smiled as she picked up the top item from the small pile of clothes sitting in the basket.

It had all started when Samantha had given Mackenzie the sewing machine. It had been a gift for their one month anniversary, and Samantha had bestowed it with genuinely helpful intentions. With how often Mackenzie's clothes ended up ripped and torn (sometimes by Samantha's own hand) she thought it would be helpful for Mackenzie to have a way to repair them once the fun was over. After all, replacing so many clothes wasn't cheap! But she had underestimated just how committed Mackenzie was to her games. Because her girlfriend had simply turned Samantha's gift into an opportunity to experience her beloved "wardrobe malfunctions" even more often!

Mackenzie had claimed from the beginning that she didn't know the first thing about sewing or repairing clothes, but that she would surely be able to pick it up eventually. Well, even five months later, it seemed eventually was still a long ways off. Because every single piece of clothing that Mackenzie tried to repair inevitably ended up falling apart all over again. The redhead's repair jobs would always seem to break, split, or unravel at just the right moments. Eventually, Samantha had caught on to what her girlfriend was doing. She wasn't repairing the damaged clothes, she was sabotaging them for future misadventures!

Samantha examined the pair of gray panties she'd picked up from the pile. There, along each side, she saw where the fabric had previously been ripped apart and the multiple lines of black thread that had sewed the ends back together. She gave the undergarments a light tug, and noticed that one of the lines of thread snapped when she did so. She couldn't help but laugh a little at that. She hadn't even pulled hard on them! Samantha really had to hand it to her; Mackenzie was simply the best at what she did.

Mackenzie rushed downstairs, kicking herself for almost forgetting about Samantha's gift! She gave a small sigh of relief when she spied the gift bag sitting on the counter where she'd left it. She'd meant to pack it in her luggage earlier, but Samantha's early arrival had thrown her procrastinated plan out the window. She wanted it to be a surprise, and to not unveil it until their vacation was well underway. Luckily, it was a relatively small gift, one she could easily stash in her backpack instead. The redhead did so, feeling lucky that she'd left her backpack downstairs to throw other last minute items into. She zipped it up, concealing the gift, and gave a much bigger sigh of relief.

Crisis averted! she thought to herself. Oh wait... I should throw a spare outfit or two into my backpack. Just in case of-

Suddenly, her cell phone began ringing, interrupting the redhead's thoughts. Mackenzie glanced over at the kitchen table where she'd left it, curious who it could possibly be. Then, she made her way over to it and saw. The screen read "AJ Work" in large, imposing letters.

"Oh jeez..." Mackenzie muttered, not wanting to have to deal with her boss on today of all days. "Hello? AJ?"

"Hello Mackenzie," her boss's curt yet polite tone replied. "Sorry to call you on your day off, but we need to have a little chit chat."

"U-um, what about?" she nervously replied as she began pacing around her kitchen table.

"I think you know exactly what about."

And she did. Yesterday had been another... eventful day at work for the luckless woman. As if the paper shredder eating her blouse wasn't bad enough, she'd somehow managed to lose her skirt in the elevator doors! She'd ducked out of work slightly early given her state of undress, but Mackenzie had thought she'd mostly avoided detection by her coworkers at least. Had someone spotted her after all?

"I, uh, I'm afraid I don't!" she said, playing dumb and wandering over to her sliding glass door.

"Security reviewed the camera footage from yesterday and you were spotted on some of it," he said, his tone sounding unamused but not outright angry. "Gallivanting about, shall we say?"

"Um... could you be more specific?" she replied, glancing around her empty backyard.

While her brain was occupied with anxiously trying to skirt any trouble she might land herself in with her boss, the topless woman kept looking around her backyard. She was dimly aware that she was still half-naked and that standing near a giant pane of glass likely wasn't the smartest idea, but her backyard was fully fenced in and that meant she should have been safe from anyone else's sight.

"More specific?" AJ said with a weary sigh. "How's this for specific? You were caught on camera walking around Stairwell 3 in your undergarments. Is that specific enough for you?"

"Ah..." was all she could say.

So she had been seen after all, if only by the cameras. Still, at least she'd been caught on tape when she'd been ducking out into the stairwell in her bra and panties. Better that than being caught arriving at her car in the parking garage a few minutes later when she'd been wearing absolutely nothing but her heels.

"And, uh, security noticed this when watching back the footage?" she asked, feeling a blush creep across her face.

"They did," her boss replied. "It's company policy that all security footage be reviewed the next day."

"It- Wait, it is?" she asked, more than a little surprised.

Mackenzie turned away from admiring her backyard but felt a tug around her hips. She didn't have to look down to know her panties had gotten snagged on something. Again. She silently cursed as she turned back towards the sliding glass door and used her free hand to try to tug the underwear free.

"It is now. It has been ever since we first learned we had an employee who like to... gallivant around in her undergarments," AJ huffed.

This wasn't the first time Mackenzie had suffered a few wardrobe malfunctions at her relatively new job. That particular dishonor had been about one week prior, and her new boss had given her a stern talking to about it afterwards. So she wasn't surprised that he was unamused that it had happened to her again. (Still, at least she hadn't fallen boob-first into someone's birthday cake this time...)

"It... It wasn't my fault AJ, I swear," she began, still trying to free the waistband of her panties one-handedly.

They had somehow gotten hooked around the door's locking mechanism, the thin fabric now trapped beneath the wider rotatable latch. This kept Mackenzie trapped in place, standing in front of the transparent door. Mercifully, her backyard was still quite deserted. Less mercifully, the landscaping crew she just noticed her neighbor had hired was apparently getting to work sawing off a few tree branches next door. She pieced this together just as she saw a man in a hat and sunglasses climb a ladder halfway up the tree and peer over the fence.

"Save it, Mackenzie," he cut her off. "As far as I'm concerned, this is strike two. If this type of incident happens one more time, then you're outta here. Understood?"

"Uh... I, um," Mackenzie babbled, trying much more desperately now to free her panties.

Suddenly, the man noticed her standing half-naked in the doorway. She couldn't be 100% sure, since she couldn't see his eyes, but the way he shouted "HOLY SHIT!" made her pretty sure she'd been spotted. She flushed a deep shade of red as she realized a stranger had just gotten a decently good view of her bare chest.

"Oh god..." she muttered in embarrassment, changing tactics and reaching for the nearby curtain.

"Look, Mackenzie..." her boss said with yet another weary sigh, still on the phone pressed to her ear. "I like you. You do good work. But we can't have all this... whatever this is you do, happening in the office.

"R-right," she managed to mutter in response as she yanked on the curtain.

Unfortunately, she pulled a bit too hard. Rather than having the curtain slide along the rod, the cheap tension rod slid free from the wall entirely. It came crashing down, barely missing Mackenzie and instead landing on the kitchen chair right behind her. The metal rod landed in between two of the chair's back slats and tipped the chair backwards, right into Mackenzie's lower back.

The weight of the rod and the chair were enough to shove Mackenzie into the glass of the door. Before she could even process what was happening, Mackenzie found her bare torso being pressed right up against the cool glass. And this wasn't lost on her new landscaping admirer. From above the neighbor's fence, she could see his delighted face. A coworker soon joined him on his own nearby ladder. Both of them were getting quite the nice look at her breasts.

"Hnnnm," Mackenzie whined, trying to struggle free from the haphazard predicament and barely listening.

The rod and chair weren't very heavy, but their awkward angles made shoving them off of her difficult. She could have easily scooched to one side or another, but her trapped panties made going left impossible and her right side was blocked by the door's handle. Unless she wanted to rip the panties, she was stuck in place for the moment.

Instead, the topless woman opted to use her free arm to at least cover her boobs. Or rather, she tried to. Because when she tried to pull it free from the fallen blob of curtain fabric, she found it somehow caught in the small length of rope she used to keep the curtains tied up! And with her torso stuck against the glass, she couldn't see enough of the situation to even try to attempt to free it. All she really could see were the two men lecherously staring at her from her neighbor's yard. And the phones they were now aiming at her.

"Oh come on..." she muttered as her frustration rose to match her embarrassment.

"I know you're off on vacation next week," her boss said. "So I hope you use that time to get your head straight and work through whatever you've got going on."

"M-mhm," she sheepishly replied.

Mackenzie had had enough. Panties be damned, she was getting out of sight and she was doing it NOW. The redhead began yanking her hips to the left as hard as she could. She jerked them away from the snag again and again, fogging up the glass in front of her face with the effort. But, try as she might, the panties just wouldn't rip. It figured that the one time she actually wanted to rip her clothes, Mackenzie couldn't manage it.

"And when you come back just... please keep your clothes on, okay?" her boss pleaded.

It was hard for Mackenzie to make out her onlookers through the fogged up glass, but she was confident they were still there. And, until she freed herself from the bizarre situation, they still had a pleasantly unobstructed view of her boobs. Her only remaining chance of getting herself free was to use her sole free hand, currently holding the phone, to help escape. And so, she said the one thing she could to end the awkward conversation.

"You got it, boss," she said with a sigh, trying not to sound as humiliated as she felt.