She heads to her last midterm in just a towel

Mackenzie nervously crept out of the girls' locker room, looking for Jack. It was more than likely that he wouldn't have considered Mackenzie's current attire to be decent. Hell, in this instance Mackenzie herself was inclined to agree with him! But luckily the cop was nowhere in sight. So, the redhead began walking down the hallway, clutching the towel tightly to her body.

The fluffy white fabric was enough to cover the necessities, if only barely. Mackenzie had positioned it as best she could, but the towel still left the entirety of her slender legs on display, not to mention an ample amount of cleavage when she pressed her arm to her chest. But, short of stumbling across a box of lost clothing, it was the only thing Mackenzie was likely to find before her next midterm.

And in yet another twist of bad luck for the alluring young woman, the last class Mackenzie had that day was Public Speaking. Each student would have to stand at the front of the room and give a three minute speech to the rest of the class. So Mackenzie had no chance at all of flying under the radar for her last test. Sooner or later, her name would be called and she'd have everyone's undivided attention. Just anticipating the scenario made her blush, even as she walked down the halls toward an exit.

Okay, here we go, she thought to herself as she walked back outside once again. No big deal, just imagine you're walking around campus in a strapless dress. A soft gust of wind caused the bottom of her towel to flutter slightly, nearly revealing her pussy to the world. A SHORT strapless dress! She mentally corrected as she pushed the hem of the towel back down. The motion caused the top of the towel to pull free and, had it not been for Mackenzie's arm pressing into her chest, the towel would have fallen off her body entirely. A small strapless dress that can fall apart at any moment!! She cursed as she refastened the towel at her chest. Great, just great. Mackenzie had already done her fair share of running for the day, but she figured it might be prudent to pick up her pace to a swift walk.

As Mackenzie made her way towards the Liberal Arts building, she began walking by many more of her fellow students. She had hoped that, somehow, no one would pick up on her strange choice of attire. But deep down, Mackenzie knew she was sticking out like a sore thumb.

"Whoa, that chick's only wearing a towel!" one voice said.

"Hey, isn't that the streaker girl?" another excitedly added.

"You're right! She must be getting ready for another performance!"

As murmurs and whispers grew around Mackenzie, she couldn't help but blush an even deeper shade of red. As if it wasn't bad enough that everyone was staring at her nearly exposed state, they all recognized her from her previous nightmarish situations! Trying not to wonder how in the hell she had wound up in this situation for what felt like the millionth time, Mackenzie soldiered through the crowd. And a few moments later, she entered the Liberal Arts building and swiftly made it into her classroom.

There were around thirty students in her class, and they all typically sat at desks facing the front of the room. Mackenzie heard the room, already mostly filled with students, go quiet when she entered. No doubt she was going to be the focus of many pairs of eyes today, even while other students were speaking. The towel-clad girl made her way over to her typical seat, halfway towards the back. Mackenzie had hoped that maybe there would be a podium or something she could stand behind, but it appeared like she was out of luck in that department. When her time came, she'd have to give her speech front and center with just her towel on.

How can this day possibly get any worse?! Mackenzie lamented as she pulled her index cards out of her backpack.