She has a few encounters with the SSFC

Mackenzie woke to her alarm, groggy yet somewhat refreshed. As she sat up and kicked her legs out of bed, the stunning beauty was surprised to find that she wasn't wearing anything but her panties! She clapped her hands over her sizable chest and looked around for her clothes. There, in a small heap on the floor, were the sweatpants and flannel shirt she'd worn to bed.

Weird... Mackenzie thought, did I take those off in my sleep? She certainly didn't remember taking them off during the night. Maybe it's because I'd gotten so used to sleeping naked, she rationalized. It was rather comfortable that way...

After a quick glance to check that Willow was still asleep, Mackenzie rose and got dressed. She pulled on some fresh underwear, a pair of tight fitting jeans, a plain white tank top, and a striped gray long sleeve shirt. Checking the clock, she noticed she still had some time before her first class started. So, after pulling on her coat and boots, Mackenzie headed over to the nearby dining hall.

One quick but satisfying meal later, Mackenzie was on her way to the exit when she turned a corner and collided with someone. Someone who happened to be carrying two large cups of coffee. The collision sent the warm dark liquid splashing all over the torsos of Mackenzie and the boy.

"Agh! Hey!" Mackenzie shouted, in both surprise and anger. "Watch where you're going, asshole!"

"I'm so sorry!" the boy began. "Totally my fault! Sorry!"

Without another word, Mackenzie made a beeline for the nearest women's room, hoping she could prevent her shirt from being stained too badly. As she hustled away, she didn't notice even the red wristband that had been on the boy's wrist.

Once inside, Mackenzie peeled the wet shirt off her body and began trying to wash it in the bathroom sink. At least her tank top seemed to not have been affected much. After rinsing the shirt for a good minute, she glanced at her phone and realized she was now running late.

"Shit!" she hissed before pulling on her coat and stuffing the soaked shirt into her backpack. "I'll just have to deal with it later." With that, Mackenzie left the dining hall and began making the cold winter trek towards the academic side of campus.

Several minutes later, she hustled through the doorway of her writing class. She'd arrived just as the professor was about to begin introducing himself. Trying to draw as little attention to herself as possible, Mackenzie headed for the lone empty seat near the back of the room. She unzipped her winter coat and let it rest on her seat's back before trying to listen to the professor. The redhead felt slightly self-conscious to be sitting in class wearing a tank top, but reasoned that must have only been because it was winter. After all, she'd feel perfectly normal wearing just a tank top in the summer! So, as the professor droned on about the benefits of effective writing, Mackenzie tried to not to pay attention to the stares she was drawing from a few nearby students.

A boring 90 minutes later, the students were finally dismissed, much to Mackenzie's relief. The red wristband wearing girl who had been sitting beside Mackenzie rose, making to head for the door. But then, in two fluid, nearly simultaneous motions she grabbed Mackenzie's coat with her left hand and and slid a pair of scissors under the shoulder of Mackenzie's tank top with her right hand. Before Mackenzie could even fully register the sensation of cold metal on her skin, the perpetrator snipped clean through the white tank top and pulled the coat out from behind Mackenzie.

"Wh- Hey my coat!" Mackenzie said in surprise. But by then the girl was already halfway to the door and Mackenzie discovered she had a different problem on her hands. As she tried to stand from her seat, the redhead found that she couldn't! A few more futile attempts revealed that her pants were stuck to her seat! The superglue applied earlier by the SSFC was quite strong indeed.

"What the hell is going on?!" Mackenzie muttered, not even noticing her useless right shoulder strap falling forward and revealing almost a full half of her plain white bra underneath. She continued trying to pull her pants free but made no progress. The classroom was now nearly empty, but Mackenzie had another class she had to get to!