Mackenzie wants more clothes

"Um," says Mackenzie, glancing around nervously at the crowded campus. "I feel like it would be a bad idea to go home and get more clothes, but... maybe we could find clothes somewhere else?"

"Sure! Where did you have in mind?"

"Can't we go to another store? Is that okay? Maybe we could find one that has more clothes in my size?"

"I don't think there's any stores like that on campus," said Amanda, as a thought occurs to her. "But I have an idea. Maybe the drama department would have some costumes you could borrow."

"I guess that could work..."

"It's a great idea. Trust me. It's only a short walk across campus. Twenty minutes or so."

"Okay, if you say so. But will they really let us take their costumes?"

"We might have to steal some," says Amanda, grinning at Mackenzie. The wind is picking up again, whipping her skirt up around her legs. She squirms, covering her tits with one hand, the other gripping the hem of her skirt to protect her modesty. "That okay with you?"

"I don't know..."

"What's the problem? It's not like they're going to throw you in jail. You'll be fine."

"Eek!" Mackenzie's hands fall to her sides. Right away, the wind catches her skirt, flicking it up behind and offering the curious boys a teasing glimpse of her bare bottom. Her fists clench and her cheeks burn as she struggles against the hypnotic conditioning, every instinct in her body telling her to hide herself, but somehow unable to do it. She takes a small step forward, wanting to run and hide, but unable to move any faster than a slow walk. "Okay, okay! Just as long as I get some more clothes on!"

"This is the best plan. Trust me. You should walk across campus to the drama department. I'll meet you there in a bit."

"You're not coming?"

"No, I have some other stuff to do. Won't take long. But while I'm away, I'll be invisible to you."

"But, Amanda, I need your... oh, you've already gone. Okay. Well, I guess I can get there on my own..." Mackenzie took another step, then another. The wet top felt cold and clammy against her bra-less breasts. She could tell it was almost see-through, revealing the exact shape of her nipples to the amused audience. The wind toyed with her skirt, tantalising her, threatening at any second to reveal her womanhood to the masses. She was pretty sure she knew the way to the drama department.

"Hey, look at that girl," she heard someone shout from the crowd. "She's practically naked!"

"Eeek!"

"Naked naked naked naked naked!"