Selfies

((Special thanks to SpiralFelix, who helped write the ending of this, as well as edited and proofread this short story))

Mackenzie sighed. Part of her wished to go out, but that was next to impossible at the moment. First of all, she was naked in her dorm room, having lost all her clothes again shortly after she had returned from Spring Break, and having now burnt through the remaining money she had.

Second, she couldn't exactly borrow any from Willow or Marianne. She knew she'd get in trouble if she took from Willow's wardrobe without permission, and the blonde was out at a party. Meanwhile, Marianne was on a date and had shut off her phone.

Rolling over on her bare mattress, the redhead groaned, feeling rather bored. And so, she pulled out her phone, shooting Peter a message on Dissent, the messaging app. The two had gotten rather close over the last few months, and despite the fact that she couldn't even go to a single hangout with him without revealing her nubile body, she had to admit she loved his kind, dorky and somewhat shy side. The two had recently hung out recently in her dorm room, spending time watching his recommended anime (a hang out which had sadly led to her being stripped ...again).

"Hey there... what're you up to? You had a date last week right? Did it go well for you?"

While they were clearly interested in each other, they both had been a bit hesitant in asking one another out. Peter was rather shy, and meanwhile Mackenzie had had nothing but horrible luck in her love life.

From dating assholes who actively tried to strip her, to meeting douchebags who did everything they could to prolong her public nudity, and even finding the rare breed of guy who did both, Mackenzie had been extremely unlucky in matters of the heart. As such, she had been rather cautious about the idea of dating Peter, despite the fact that he had come to her aid a few times now. She hadn't had any male friends do that for her since she had dated Ryan in high school.

The naked bombshell was silent, her eyes fixed on her phone, when about a minute later, she got a reply. Though it was mixture of her being both relieved and sad...

"Not too well... The girl had no interests in my hobbies, and while we were supposed to split the bill, she ditched me instead. So now pretty much I'm broke and feeling a bit down..."

Mackenzie felt relieved to hear it, since she was interested in Peter. Even though she wasn't sure she wanted to date him because of how often she would wind up naked around him, she found she still desired him. Though she also felt bad for her friend, having been ditched in the middle of a date, and now depleted of most his money.

"I'm sorry to hear that..." she typed back, before adding a second message. "I can kind of relate to not having much money at the moment..."

"Is that so? I'm sorry. I hope you get some too..."

Mackenzie's heart fluttered from the kind words. In the past few months, she had found herself with few allies during her **** of dilemmas. Her fellow students mostly reveled at the sight of her being stripped of her clothes, the teachers had long since run out of sympathy for her, and some even now scolded her for showing up to class with a garment or two missing (or sometimes showing up even less decent than that). What had once been a hope to escape her home town and her embarrassing senior year had now become an even more humiliating time for the redhead.

And yet, Peter was always polite to her, returning clothes she may have dropped during laundry, or giving her his shirt when she would end up naked. No doubt he knew about her reputation as the "Shy Streaker," and yet he would still talk to her like a normal person. Maybe she was overthinking things. After all, if she was interested in dating him, then... shouldn't she?

Mackenzie's heart fluttered again, and she blushed as she stood up from her bed, setting her phone down on her nearby desk. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but she figured he would be someone she could trust with this...

Peter was sitting in his room as well. Any attempts to improve his mood had failed that night, until Mackenzie had sent him a message over Dissent. Even then though, it seemed like this week hadn't gone particularly well for either of them. Dateless, broke, and while Peter's parents always gave him a bi-weekly allowance for College, he still had a few days left until they'd send it over. But he couldn't help but feel bad for Mackenzie for being broke too...

I hope she's doing okay... he thought to himself, noticing she hadn't replied for over 10 minutes. The last time they had seen each other was when they'd been watching anime in her room. Mackenzie, in her typical unlucky fashion, had ripped her leggings when she bent over to pick up her phone. After that, she had tripped and the door knob had managed to rip her tank top off, revealing her braless breasts.

Plus, a few weeks ago, Mackenzie had approached him in the cafeteria and for whatever reason, she had reached under her sweater to give him her bra, and then reached under her tiny skirt to give him her matching blue panties too. While it was a bizarre (but not unwelcome!) gesture, he couldn't help but feel like someone had **** her to do that. (It was a correct assumption, as she was actually being made to do so by a mysterious stranger who had stolen her clothes. Not that Peter knew, of course.)

She was certainly attractive, a cute and pretty face, curves for days. And yet, she was fun...and despite the countless humiliation she had heard about her (or even witnessed), she was always so friendly to those who weren't rude to her. And she seemed to always want to hang out with him. But part of Peter also felt like she was too good for him. She could have anyone she wanted and he was well...him.

His phone went off again, and he went back to Dissent to see a new message from Mackenzie.

Thanks, and sorry about your date... You deserve far better than her. Maybe next time we can hang out again, and enjoy some fun. Until then, maybe these may help keep you entertained... ;)

And soon, 3 selfies came to him, and his eyes widened. The first one was Mackenzie, naked as the day she born, an arm under her breasts to give them a slight lift and her weight being put on one leg, accentuating her full hips. But most of all, her shaved pussy was perfectly on display.

Peter gulped and scrolled over to the next photo.

The second one was Mackenzie facing away, looking over her shoulder at the camera and giving a shy smile. This time, her curvaceous ass was revealed, along with her naked back. It seemed almost playful, and yet he could clearly see the innocent fear and nervousness on her face with putting her body on display.

The last one was her doing the Jack-o pose from one of the games her enjoyed. There she was, her head and breasts pressing into the ground, her chin resting on her folded arms. Her generous ass was raised in the air, and her naked legs and bare feet were spread, a flexibility that he had no idea that Mackenzie could do such a thing. Her face this time had a playful grin on it as she winked at the camera, despite her cheeks being flushed. He was surprised she would send something so daring to him, he loved it. Loved it for the fact that she trusted him with these, and for the fact that it helped him further realize that she was definitely interested in him.

I... Uh... Thank you... I'd love to hang out with you, and I still need to give back those bra and panties that you gave me the other day. And... maybe I could get you some clothes too... he texted back. I hope you have a good night...

With that, Peter saved the photos to his image gallery before close Dissent. He then took his time observing the photos, and every detail of Mackenzie's perfect body. They were certainly high quality, and he could help but smile as he continued to shamelessly appreciate his potential love interest.

Mackenzie smiled warmly at Peter's response. Now she had an extra reason to look forward to seeing him again. At the moment, any additional clothes would make all the difference in the world to her nonexistent wardrobe! She was about to consider her endeavor for the night a success, when she received a rather unexpected message.

MACKENZIE WTF ARE YOU DOING??? THIS IS THE STUDY GROUP CHAT!!!

The redhead's blood froze. She glanced over to the side of her phone's screen and discovered, with utter horror, that was indeed the case. Instead of sending the nudes to her DM with Peter, she'd accidentally sent them to the server her friends and classmates were using to help each other with studying in their freshman year. A recent update to the app had changed some of the UI, and Mackenzie had failed to fully adjust to Dissent's new layout yet.

"NOOOO!" she screamed, trying to delete the photos as fast as possible.

She managed to do so fairly quickly, but not before a few attentive members of the nearly 100 strong server had downloaded the photos for themselves. In a matter of minutes, they would be re-uploaded to a different server for the masses to appreciate them.

"WHOA HOLY SHIT!"

"Now THAT'S a subject I want to study!"

"Mackenzie can do the Jack-o???"

As the comments began rolling in, Mackenzie plopped pitifully down into her chair. She let out an involuntary whimper of embarrassment as she imagined how many people were now going to see those pictures. The naked beauty closed her phone, not wanting to read any further comments, and tried to think of something to distract her from her latest humiliating blunder. Her mind drifted to Peter, and she found herself getting cheered up ever so slightly by thinking about what they might do the next time they hung out.

THE END.