Searching for her Passcode

"Thank you for calling LOCKED OUT SECURITY. You are currently 13TH in line to speak to a customer service representative. Please stay on the line our representative will be with you soon. Your call is very important to us.

"Oh, I'm sure it is" Mackenzie said sarcastically. When she had first dialed costumer service well over two hours ago, she had been placed 29th in line and foolishly decided to hang up rather than wait. By the time she became desperate enough to call again only to be placed 56th in line! In conclusion the redhead was more than a little volatile at this point. She pulled her legs up onto her seat pressing her soles together and holding them in place by grabbing her ankles. "I'd like to say bad costumer service is the worst thing about Locked Out Security, but right now I wouldn't even rank it in the top ten!"

Mackenzie sighed and leaned into her desk chair, her bare back pressing into honeycomb pattern backrest, she wiggled a bit, the polyester cushion was starting to make her butt itch. This discomfort was at least partially her own fault. The chair probably wasn't meant to be sat in naked. It had been nearly 6 hours since Mackenzie had gotten herself locked out naked this fine Saturday morning and although she had managed to break in her home and avoid a police visit, Mackenzie's crazy security system has sealed all her home's interior doors and windows (save the ine she entered through) leaving her trapped and still stuck naked.

Mackenzie needed a security passcode that she had set up when the system was installed to deactivate it but for the life of her the redhead couldn't remember what it was. Desperate she had spent nearly 2 hours ripping her house apart trying to find even a clue to what if was. After all the Redhead had to have written it down somewhere, right? Mackenzie flipped through notebooks, emptied draws in search of post its, even emptied trash cans onto the floor in search if looseleaf paper. She found nothing and, in the end, stood in the center of the ransacked mess that was formerly her comfy home and couldn't help but scream.

"FUCK MY LIFE!!!"

When she finished, Mackenzie collapsed down onto her couch, breathing heavily, she went back over her situation again in her head. Was it really so bad? Sure, she was stuck naked but in the privacy of her own home. What was the problem? She'd been trying the home nudist thing for a while now. That all this was. Just....involuntary. With a sigh Mackenzie reached over the side table a picked up the potential useful thing she had found, the Locked Out Security User Manual. She opened it up and leaf though the pages and was sadly disappointed in what she found.

Most of the information was worthless only explaining what the system did rather than any way to turn it off. All Mackenzie learned from the manual was that the Yellow Tier security defense mode would naturally deactivate in five days. That should have been a relief except she had to be at work in two! Mackenzie was out of vacation days and would need a doctor's note to call in sick. If she didn't come in on Monday she'd be fired.

What was worse is that Mackenzie had been really skimping on her grocery shopping as of late and the contents of her refrigerator consisted of two pickles, a can of beer, and one egg all of which Mackenzie soon thereafter had for lunch. The memory of herself sitting at her kitchen table butt ass naked eating a fired egg and pickle slices surrounded by junk was probably one of the low points of her life. At least this humiliation was a private one.

While the manual gave Mackenzie little help, it did however provide a URL to the LOS website. At first that seemed pretty worthless, Mackenzie's laptop and cellphone were locked in her room with her clothes. However just as she felt it was completely hopeless Mackenzie remembered something. A few years back the redhead's parents had come by to visit shortly after she had moved into the neighborhood. There were hugs and homemade meals and lectures about being responsible with things especially her clothing, but they had brought a lot of Mackenzie's old stuff that had been gathering dust in their attic they'd been keeping for her. For some reason Mackenzie's mother had decided to bring her daughter her old Apple iMac computer, the type that looked like a retro tube tv. She had accepted it gracefully like all the other junk they brought but the second they left Mackenzie shoved the outdated thing into a broom closet and hadn't thought of it since.

"Would it even still run?" Mackenzie asked herself as she got up and jogged over to the closet. It was one of the few doors without a security lock on it and after knocked aside a bundle of mop handles, brooms and a vacuum cleaner, she found the computer. Store in the now crinckled box it was originally packaged in. She pulled out the all-in-one moniter and examined it. Its once colorful frame had long fadded and a thick later of dust coated the screen but it didnt look too banged up. Maybe this could work?

It took a few more hours for the naked redhead to set up computer (during which the aforementioned sad lunchtime occurred) and boot it up. A nostalgic gong sound emanated from the computer as it powered on and Mackenzie celebratorily high fived herself. She practically squealled in excitement and did a little hop.

"Oh, thank you thank you thank you mom," Mackenzie cheered, hugging the monitor like it was an old friend. "Your hording might have just saved me my dignity."

The Locked Out Security website was far more helpful than the manual. The FAQ page alone gave her a fairly good idea what to do next. If she couldn't find her passcode then all she had to was log into her digital account. There she could lower the security tier from yellow to green with the push of a button. Mackenize smiled as she moused up to the LOGIN icon at the top of the webpage. She may not have remembered her passcode, but login and passwords were another story altogether. Despite security experts warning to always diversify passwords especially for important things like this, Mackenzie had managed to live her life with only two or three different passwords for everything.

"And I guess that was the right call." As she finished typing in the password R3dHe@d$4Ever and nearly cheered as pressed enter and the page began to load. "Haha looks like this whole nightmare is finally-"

Suddenly her smug satisfaction was interrupted as just when her account page appeared on screen it was immediately blocked by a pop up. Confused Mackenzie leaned forward and read the message at the top of the box.

2-STEP VERIFICATION

ENTER 6 DIGIT VERIFICATIONS CODE WE HAVE JUST TEXTED TO YOUR PHONE TO ACCESS ACCOUNT. ______

Mackenzie's eyes widened. 6 Digit code texted to phone. Her phone. The one currently charging on her nightstand. In her bedroom. Locked behind a door sealed by Locked Out Security? Yep that phone. Mackenzie inhaled and stood up from her chair fast as a bullet.

"MOTHERFUC-"

Mackenzie proceeded to throw a tantrum of epic proportion screaming, crying, and jumping up and down like a child. Except with large breasts that bounced with every jump. At one point she started kicking her feet at nothing until her bare foot made contact with a desk leg. She screeched in pain and grabbed her aching foot. She screamed about that then lost her balance and fell to the floor.

After finally calming down She crawled back up to her computer where she returned to the FAQ page hoping for a solution. The only thing she could find however was the phone number for the customer service hotline bringing our story full circle.

"Thank you for calling LOCKED OUT SECURITY. You are currently 12TH in line to speak to a customer service representative. Please stay on the line the representative will be with you soon. Your call is important to the whole LOCKED OUT SECURITY family."

"AAAAAAAHHHHH!" Mackenzie moaned as she fidgeted around in her chair before going limp. "fuck my life."