Mackenzie must stage a wardrobe malfunction

"Of course! Simply stage a wardrobe malfunction of your choosing in front of at least one person. You cannot correct the malfunction until someone alerts you to it."

Mackenzie wasn't thrilled about this cost, but given that she was half expecting the thief to have her throw away her newly recovered dress, Mackenzie wasn't going to complain. She tried to find someone who was alone, and soon spotted a female student working behind one of the library's help desks.

Perfect! Mackenzie thought. Well, not perfect. Being home with my clothes back would be perfect. But this is as close as I'm likely to get.

The redhead tugged one of her dress's thin straps until it was just barely staying on the curve of her shoulder. Then, she approached the counter.

"Excuse me." The redhead said, trying not to blush at what she was about to do. The help desk girl looked up. "Can I ask you a quick question?"

"Sure." she replied, "What's up?"

"Where are the printers?" Mackenzie gave an exaggerated shrug as she spoke, and the strap slipped off her shoulder completely. The top of her dress bent forward, exposing Mackenzie's left breast to the girl. Mackenzie saw the girl's eyes widen and dart down to her chest. Mackenzie tried to hold a neutral expression, as if she didn't suspect anything was wrong.

Now the girl would alert Mackenzie to her wardrobe malfunction, and this whole scenario would be over. Mackenzie waited for the girl to say something, but instead the moments ticked by in silence as a smile slowly spread across the girl's face. Her eyes darted back and forth between Mackenzie's face and boob a few times before she finally said something.

"Uh, sorry. I'm kind of new here." she turned around to face a small nearby office and loudly said, "Hey Christie! Come here a sec!"

Mackenzie felt her pulse quicken. She was calling another person over? This was NOT how this was supposed to go! The girl was supposed to helpfully alert Mackenzie to her exposure. She wasn't allowed to fix her dress unless someone pointed it out to her first!

An older student emerged from the office, and she nearly burst into laughter as she noticed Mackenzie's exposed state. Christie approached the counter and sweetly said, "That's a beautiful dress you have there."

Mackenzie didn't have to fake a blush as she responded. "Thank you."

"A little revealing, though." the first girl said, prompting giggles from the both of them.

"Mind if I take a picture of it?" Christie asked as she whipped out her phone, "I'd love to buy one like that sometime."

"I-I..." As Mackenzie stumbled over her words, Christie quickly took the photo of the partially exposed girl.

"Thanks!" she giggled again. "What was your question?"

"Where the, uh..." Mackenzie hesitantly said, "...printers are." She couldn't believe it! Were these two seriously not going to let her know that her boob was hanging out?!

"Second floor. Can't miss em." Christie said before heading back to her office, giggling like mad.

"Oh, and uh..." the other girl added, "...you might want to fix your dress."

The already embarrassed Mackenzie glanced down and didn't have to fake her reaction. She gasped and clapped her hand over her bare tit before trying to pull her dress back into position. Without another word, Mackenzie left the laughing girl behind and finished getting her dress back into position. Only a minute later, she got the text:

"Great job, you really sold it! If I were you, I'd look on the third floor near the elevators."

How the hell did the stranger know she had gone through with the task? Were they watching her right now? Mackenzie looked around but didn't notice anyone suspicious. She decided to keep an eye out for mysterious figures in the future.

A few minutes later and Mackenzie recovered her sports bra. Not wanting to make a display of herself yet again, she headed to a nearby bathroom and got dressed. Or rather, undressed. She had to take her dress completely off in order to get the sports bra on under it. As she tugged it into place, Mackenzie didn't notice that a few small rips had been made in the back of the garment. She sent a picture of herself in it and was pulling her dress back on when she got the reply:

"Fantastic! Sometimes function is more important than appearance, after all.

Next up, your pink running shorts are hidden somewhere in the gym.

Good luck!"

Mackenzie sighed, relieve to be finally leaving the library. The school's gym was just next door, too, so she wouldn't have to step outside for long. The rain also finally seemed to be letting up, so Mackenzie entered the gym not much wetter than before, and began looking for her shorts.