Replacing a tire

Based on ideas originally by Consensueros.

Mackenzie made her way over to the car she'd been working on earlier. It might've been a better idea to try and fix up her motorcycle first, given that was likely her quickest job and therefore fastest way home. But the impending sense of doom she'd felt earlier had abated mostly, and Mackenzie felt like she might have actually been able to salvage the day and get some work done! As she began humming along to the music she'd been tuning out during her exposed panicking, Mackenzie's mood started to improve.

She approached the car, which was already up on a jack, and grabbed her impact wrench. Casually swaying her hips back and forth ever so slightly, she lined up the tool with the tire's first lug nut. Then, she turned the impact wrench on, not noticing that she'd moved her hips far too close to it.

As the tool whirred to life, it immediately caught on Mackenzie's belt, yanking it wildly. But it didn't stop there. As the tool pulled Mackenzie's belt, her belt also pulled her! For several long seconds, Mackenzie was violently yanked around, only coming to a stop when her belt snapped completely. More than a little startled, Mackenzie turned the impact wrench off and took stock of herself.

She was unharmed, but the same couldn't be said for her belt. It lay on the floor, broken and useless. Now her jumpsuit fit her far more loosely. And even worse, Mackenzie didn't even notice that the abrupt motions had loosened most of the duct tape holding the jumpsuit together! Her brief happy mood was immediately ruined, and Mackenzie once again felt the pressing need to change into something more dependable.

The beauty bent over to pick up the ruined belt, already wondering if she could tape it back together too, when she felt something... off. As she stood back up, she was able to put a finger on it. Her bra felt different. Snaking a hand down her neckhole, Mackenzie tentatively felt along her skin. And she didn't like what she found. Nothing on her shoulder. In the sudden commotion, one of her bra straps had snapped! She moved her hand to her other side, only to find the same thing. She'd known this bra was an older one, but she hadn't expected it to just start falling apart! She felt around the rest of her bra and was at least slightly relieved to find it was still intact and holding in place.

Suddenly, the sound of the front door bell rang out through the shop. Mackenzie froze for a moment before yanking her hand out her jumpsuit. Another customer? Of all the days to be so busy, why did it have to be the one where her clothes were causing her so much trouble? After a quick check to ensure she was still decent, if a bit disheveled looking, Mackenzie made her way towards the front counter. As she walked, a piece of duct tape finally peeled away from her right hip. It silently fell to the floor, revealing one of the jumpsuit's many holes and showing just a glimpse of the pink panties underneath.