Yes and no

The halls were mercifully empty as Mackenzie made her naked dash towards the common room. A few embarrassing moments later, she arrived and was relieved to see the room unoccupied. The naked girl wasted no time in scouring the room for her skirt. It wasn't in any of the cupboards, in any of the chair or couch cushions, or even in the microwave. Getting frustrated, Mackenzie got down on her hands and knees and began checking under the room's furniture.

It was just as she noticed some yellow fabric under the couch that she heard a voice shout, "Whoa!" With the way she was positioned, whoever just entered the room had gotten a perfect view of Mackenzie's uncovered ass. Adrenaline shot through the redhead's veins as she grabbed the skirt and withdrew her arm from under the couch. She whirled around, still on her knees, and clutched the skirt in front of her torso, hiding her breasts from view.

Mackenzie found herself face to face with a surprised looking Mike. Of course it was Mike. So far, practically any time Mackenzie had had an embarrassing moment at school, Mike had happened to be there to see it. He'd been there for her disastrous game night, he'd been there for her humiliating hypnotism ordeal, and he'd undoubtedly been there for Mackenzie's fire alarm exposure earlier that morning. Hell, the first time she'd met him she'd been wearing only a towel. He seemed to have a knack for showing up at just the wrong (or right) time.

"You, uh..." he said, making no effort to divert his eyes, "... know you're naked, right?"

"Yes." Mackenzie replied tersely, trying and failing not to blush. "I'm aware. Could you turn around?"

Mike simply smirked in reply, keeping his gaze right on Mackenzie's barely concealed body. Mackenzie groaned in frustration before shuffling behind the nearby couch. She quickly slid the skirt up her legs, noticing that it was quite a bit shorter than she remembered, and stood up again, covering her breasts with her hands.

"Do you uh..." Mike said, "...want to borrow a shirt or something?"

Mackenzie wanted to accept the offer, even if it was coming from a jerk she didn't really like. But she remembered the rule against it and decided she didn't want to risk it.

"I'm fine, thanks." she said, "Now get out of here."

"I do not understand you." Mike said with a chuckle before he sauntered off down the hall.

Now half-dressed, Mackenzie turned her attention to her next task. She snapped a quick picture of her hips in the skirt and sent it off to the stranger, adding:

"There, happy? And did you cut my skirt shorter?"

The garment that she remembered coming down to nearly her knees now seemed to be only half as long.

"I may be making some slight alterations to a few of your clothes if I think it improves your wardrobe. But well done! Your legs look amazing when you wear that skirt.

Next up, your dark purple panties are hidden somewhere in the men's bathroom on your floor.

Good luck!"

It irked Mackenzie that the creep who'd stolen everything was paying her compliments. And that he'd turned a decent skirt into a skimpy one! But those thoughts fled from Mackenzie's mind as she realized she was going to have to brave the men's bathroom while absolutely topless.