She decides to rip the dress

Mackenzie simply couldn't stand the thought of traipsing around the room stark naked, never knowing when her relative privacy might be suddenly interrupted by other park-goers. No, she needed to be decent again as quickly as possible! And that meant trying to rip her dress free. Mackenzie was reasonably certain she could make a controlled tear in the fabric and leave the damage minimal. Reasonably.

The naked beauty carefully positioned her hands on the dress. She made sure to grip it low, around the waist of the dress. The last thing she needed was to rip the garment up near the top. Mackenzie shivered at the thought of coming away with just a scrap of fabric barely large enough to cover her breasts, leaving the rest of her beautiful body free to be seen by any and all. That wouldn't be happening now, she made sure.

Steadying herself, Mackenzie began pulling on the dress. Hard. To the fabric's credit, the dress didn't tear. It seemed the blue summer dress was sturdier than Mackenzie had imagined. While that normally would have been a comfort, it now proved a liability for the nude woman. Mackenzie pulled harder, leaning back farther and farther. She was soon pulling as hard as she physically could! She heard a short, quick tearing sound and felt herself fall backwards just an inch before coming to a stop again. It was working! She continued her efforts and was soon rewarded with a louder and longer ripping sound. Mackenzie went spiraling backwards, actually rolling head over heels on the old rug, before coming to rest on her bare stomach.

She shakily got to her feet, feeling triumphant upon seeing the dress in her hand. She'd done it! And it looked to be just as long as she remembered! Mackenzie beamed as she turned the dress around to examine the back. But her smile disappeared with a loud gasp. The back of the dress was gone. Not shorter, not halfway gone, and not even mostly gone. It was completely gone.

When Mackenzie had carefully gripped the waist of the dress earlier, she hadn't thought to pay attention to which side of the dress she was pulling from. Both her hands had been on the front side of the dress. And thanks to the fabric's surprising resilience, when Mackenzie had pulled so very hard on it, she hadn't ripped the fabric. She'd ripped the stitching! The two seams running up either side of the dress had split, neatly bisecting the dress into a front half and a back half. The former was now clutched in Mackenzie's hands, and the latter was still trapped on the table.

"Oh... Oh no..." Mackenzie whimpered, slowly realizing just how dire her predicament now was. She was about to put an entirely new meaning to the phrase "backless dress." But, with nothing else to try, she attempted to put the dress on.

The two thin shoulder straps had, likewise, snapped under the immense strain which had been placed entirely on them once the dress was separated from its other half. Mercifully, they had both detached from the back half of the dress. This left Mackenzie with two thin strips which she could tie together and loop behind her neck. She did so and pulled the dress over her head. It wasn't as bad as she feared. It was even worse. The blue fabric came down to her lower thighs, sure, but without the back half to keep them in place, the left and right edges sagged and slid towards the center of her body. Looking at her from the front, anyone would clearly be able to see the sides of her body, from her pale thighs all the way up to the sides of her round breasts. Mackenzie's dress was now little more than a single strip of fabric, maybe a foot wide, dangling from her neck. And looking at her from the back, well... save for the small centimeter of fabric across her neck, Mackenzie appeared to be completely naked. The exposed woman gave a small, embarrassed whine as she looked down at her barely clad body.

Any thoughts of trying to improve her situation were quickly dispelled when Mackenzie heard the sound of muffled voices approaching. She couldn't let anyone see her like this! They'd clearly be able to tell that she was one strong breeze away from showing off everything! She turned and sprinted towards the door she'd spied earlier, clutching the dress to her body to keep it in place. Right as she was scurrying through the doorway, she heard the sound of the door on the other side of the room opening. She ducked behind the door and slammed it shut, praying she hadn't been seen.

In the dining room, four people jumped slightly at the sound of the slamming door.

"Simple jumpscare," the man named Mike chuckled, trying to calm his racing heart. "A bit cheap, but not a bad way to start off the scares I suppose."

"Guess that one really got you, huh Ben?" a woman named Nicole asked tauntingly. Ben had been staring at the door ever since it slammed shut, seemingly entranced. His girlfriend, Audrey, gently placed her hand on his arm, snapping him out of his trance.

"Huh? Oh, sure, I guess," he muttered. But it hadn't been the slamming sound that had grabbed his attention. As the first one to step into the dining room, he had been the only one to see Mackenzie's glorious bare ass as she'd made her panicked retreat. This haunted house had just gotten significantly more interesting.