She doesn't need a hint, but she still pays a price

Mackenzie had been looking for nearly five minutes, determined not to succumb to another hint, when she heard someone nearby loudly exclaim "Damn!" She, like most others in the dining hall, turned to see what had caused the outburst. There, at a table not too far away, was a young man triumphantly holding up a pair of black panties.

"These were just stuck to the bottom of my chair! How the hell did they even get there?" he joked with his friends. Dreading what she'd have to say, Mackenzie waited until the clamor died down slightly before she approached the guy.

"E-excuse me." she said nervously, "Those are mine actually. Could I have them back, please?"

The six boys at the table all laughed at the admission. The one holding them said, "Hmm.... what's in it for us?"

"Wh-what do you mean?" Mackenzie stammered.

"If we give you these back, what do we get in return?"

"I, uh, I don't have anything on me..." Mackenzie said, growing more nervous by how this conversation was going. If she couldn't get those panties back then she wouldn't be able to continue with the rest of her wardrobe!

"Oh it looks like you've got plenty on you." he replied, eyeing Mackenzie up and down, "Well, maybe not plenty." His friends laughed at that. Mackenzie was dressed in a semi-transparent shirt, a mini skirt, and some torn leggings. Suffice to say she had looked better. "We'll trade you for something you're wearing. Your pick."

Mackenzie's heart fell. So far this game was not going very well in terms of reclaiming and keeping her wardrobe. But what else could she do? So, blushing even deeper, Mackenzie began sliding her skirt down her legs. She'd rather be wearing a tight pair of leggings than just a tiny skirt like this one anyway. She handed the yellow garment to the guy and he handed her the panties.

Mackenzie wasted no time in turning around and hustling to the women's room. She stepped into an empty stall and locked the door behind her. This was going to be a pain. She'd have to take nearly everything off to get the panties on. After her shoes and socks were removed, Mackenzie slowly peeled the leggings off her pale legs. Wearing nothing but a drenched t-shirt, Mackenzie happily pulled the newly won panties up her legs and settled them in place. She took a picture of them and sent it to the stranger before redressing. Mackenzie didn't know if it was a good or bad thing that she was slowly getting used to this process.

"Good work! You look spectacular, as always.

Next up, your black dress is hidden somewhere in the library.

Good luck!"

That did NOT bode well for Mackenzie. Her school's library was fairly large, with three full expansive floors to explore. Unless the stranger had made the hiding places especially easy, Mackenzie was almost certainly going to need to use hints again. But, with little other choice, Mackenzie started her trek towards the library. She threw out the ruined left half of her leggings as she exited the bathroom, and soon enough she was outside in the rain again.