She has to record a naked video

"You must record a video of yourself completely naked. Each and every part of your body must be visible in some part of the video. It must be at least 30 seconds long and you must be smiling for the entire video."

Mackenzie gulped nervously. On the plus side, she wasn't going to have to be naked for long. She was worried the stranger would make her start from scratch and toss everything. On the other hand, a video like that in a stranger's hands was a recipe for disaster. But, then again, they already had footage of her naked from that morning.

"You're not seriously considering doing that, right?" Marianne asked warily. Mackenzie glanced at her but said nothing. "Mackenzie! This is insane! You're really going to send nudes to a creepy stranger that stole all your clothes?!"

Mackenzie cringed a little as she realized that she had, in fact, already done exactly that.

"I don't have a choice, Marianne!" Mackenzie said quietly, not wanting to attract any more attention.

"Of course you do!" her friend countered. "You could tell this creep to fuck off and walk away from this whole fucked up 'game.'"

"But then I lose everything! I'd have nothing left to wear!" Mackenzie said, her voice getting slightly louder now.

"You can buy new clothes! You can borrow things from me! Is it really worth running around campus naked just to get your old clothes back?"

"You just don't get it." Mackenzie replied, anger creeping into her voice. "I'll get back what I can then quit when things go too far. I won't be running around naked anymore."

"Says the girl who's about to strip naked in the middle of the lecture hall." Marianne said, slightly louder.

"Marianne, look. I get that you want to help me, but you can't. You just can't. This is up to me."

"Fine!" her friend replied hotly. "Then I'll see you later I guess. Best of luck 'winning' the game."

As her friend walked away, Mackenzie felt a little bad. But she didn't regret what she said. She'd already gone through so much today, enduring embarrassment after embarrassment. She couldn't quit now with just a pair of shorts and some sweats to show for it!

Mackenzie made sure the hallway was deserted, and then steeled herself. After a few deep breaths, she whipped the sweatshirt and sweatpants off her body. The shorts soon followed, and Mackenzie was once again naked in an academic building. Plastering a nervous smile on her face, she held the phone up and hit record.

Mackenzie started with her face, capturing the growing blush on her beautiful and smiling face. Then she slowly panned down, recording her big perky breasts. She even managed to capture her nipples as they hardened in the cool hallway air. She lowered the camera further, showing off her toned stomach and wide hips. Then, the camera reached her pussy. The cleanly shaven mound and her pink lips were captured for posterity. The view slid along Mackenzie's slender legs all the way down to her bare feet. Not wanting to mess up the requirements, Mackenzie was pretty sure she'd have to show her back, too. She moved the phone behind her and, starting at her ankles, began slowly panning up her body. Her breathtaking ass came into view, followed by the pale skin of Mackenzie's smooth back and red hair. Finally, she panned the camera back to her face, still sporting an uneasy smile and a deep blush.

She stopped recording and immediately began tugging her clothes back on. Much to Mackenzie's relief, the video was 33 seconds long, so she didn't need to repeat the embarrassing task. And even better, no one had seen her while she filmed it. As if on cue, a nearby classroom door opened and a flood of students began walking out. If Mackenzie had started filming even 20 seconds later... She shivered at the thought of so many students emerging from class only to see her naked form. With the deed already done, Mackenzie sent the video to the stranger. Soon she received:

"Penalty accepted.

As the other half of your penalty, all of your long sleeved shirts have been destroyed."

Attached was a picture of over a dozen ruined shirts. Mackenzie gasped at the sight of her blouses, sweaters, and comfy pajama shirts all destroyed. That was a pretty stiff penalty! If she was **** to endure a few more penalties, her entire wardrobe might end up... But before she could ruminate on it too much, she got another text:

"Good job! That sweatshirt must be nice in the winter months.

Next up, your blue bikini top is hidden somewhere in the same Lecture Hall.

Good luck!"

With nothing else to do, the redhead began her search for the next item on her ever growing clothing list. Since Mackenzie was finally wearing her sweatpants on her legs instead of clutching them to her naked chest, she just then noticed something. As she walked along the hall (now filling with more and more students by the minute) her pants were sagging down her hips, baring the pink shorts underneath. Mackenzie pulled them back up and reached for the drawstring to tighten them, only to find it missing. Another alteration by the thief, no doubt. And it meant she had no way of keeping her shorts reliably on her hips.

"Just great..." she mumbled softly in the din of the crowd as she continued searching for a tiny blue bikini top.