She makes a top from the apron but loses her panties

It had not been a very restful break for Mackenzie. She'd spent her 15 minutes desperately trying to return her outfit to some modicum of decency. And she could hardly say she'd succeeded. After a full five minutes of scouring the cafe for her jeans, Mackenzie had been forced to conclude that they were gone for good. Her missing shoes likely were as well. That left the beautiful young woman stuck at work with just her panties, socks, and apron to wear. And, even worse, that had been the last pair of pants Mackenzie owned!

As if that wasn't bad enough, the redhead had also found that her apron ties had mysteriously been severed (courtesy of the SSFC, unbeknownst to her). The green garment was still able to hang from her neck, but with no way to fasten it in place, it drifted away from Mackenzie's voluptuous body every time she moved. So, she had spent her next five minutes looking for something, anything, to fasten the apron back together. Unfortunately, the best Mackenzie found was the same stapler she'd grabbed earlier. With no other options, she had gotten to work.

Mackenzie spent her next several minutes standing in the employee breakroom, frantically stapling her apron back to a usable state. She didn't have enough fabric to restore it to its original design, so Mackenzie had settled for the next best thing. She'd taken the apron off, rotated it 90 degrees, and draped the now horizontal strip of fabric over her chest. After having put over three dozen staples into the rush job, she'd had a passable attempt at a tube top resting on her chest. It hadn't felt quite tight enough for Mackenzie's worried mind, despite her best efforts, but it had seemed capable of staying in place, at least.

No, it had not been a restful break for poor Mackenzie at all. But, with her time up, Mackenzie reluctantly emerged from the breakroom. With nothing but some rough green fabric wrapped around her chest, a pair of purple bikini-cut panties on her hips, two gray ankle socks on her feet, and the mandatory green visor somehow still on her head, the blushing girl mentally prepared herself to get back to work. She made it past her whispering and giggling coworkers just fine, but Mackenzie's resolve faltered when she saw what lay on the other side of the counter. There were students everywhere, absolutely crowding the sitting areas around the cafe. She paused for a moment as more and more of the gathered students turned to look right at her. More anxious than ever, Mackenzie took a deep breath, and then resumed her walk back to the cash registers.

Just an hour and a half left, she thought to herself. I can do that. Just have to make it through 90 more minutes!

The blushing beauty was so focused on ignoring the lustful stares that she didn't even notice the slight sheen on the floor in front of her. At least, not until her feet were slipping on it, sending her sliding forward along the floor. Nor did she notice the oddly placed food cart, which was usually tucked away in the back of the store. At least, not until her hip painfully collided with its (slightly bent and damaged) edge. Mackenzie didn't even notice the soft sound of ripping fabric as she continued gliding forward. At least, not until she finally came to a stop right next to the cash register and saw Chad pointedly looking down at her crotch.

Mackenzie didn't have to look down to realize what had happened. She simply clapped both her hands over her pussy, and, as expected, felt it completely bare under her fingers. She whipped her head behind her and saw a very familiar looking scrap of torn purple fabric dangling from the metal edge of the food cart. It was as if everything had been perfectly positioned...

"H-how..." Mackenzie began.

"Alright, register's all yours!" Chad boomed with a big smile on his face. "I'm going on break."

"What?" Mackenzie looked back just in time to see Chad walking around her and gesturing at the register she'd been using earlier. It already had a few people queued up in line behind it.

"Oh, good, you're ready!" the first girl in line said. She barely took a breath before beginning to rattle off her extremely detailed and complicated coffee order.

Mackenzie was shocked. How could she take orders like this?! She was bottomless now!

"Wait..." Mackenzie muttered as she looked around at the various students all congregated nearby. They were all looking at her, of course, but not quite in the way she expected.

Mackenzie would've hated to admit it, but she'd become quite experienced at seeing people's reactions to watching her in some humiliating scenario or another. As such, she was likely the most qualified person in the entire school to know the difference between a "Whoa! That girl's barely got any clothes on!" expression and a "Wow! I just saw that girl's clothes get ripped clean off!!" expression. And the faces she was looking at were the former.

The counter, she realized. They couldn't see my panties get torn off because I was behind the counter. No one out there knows I'm bottomless right now!

"Wait? For what?" the girl asked. "Are you ready to take my order or not?"

If they can't see that I'm bottomless... then maybe I can finish my shift after all. If I can just stay behind the register and counter, then no one will know I'm bottomless! Well, I guess a few of my coworkers will... But it's not like I can put those ruined panties back on any-

Mackenzie glanced over to where her underwear had been dangling, only to find them nowhere in sight. She let out a very weary sigh.

Of course. Someone already grabbed them as a prize, or god knows what else. But I've been through worse things than this before. There's one more upcoming rush left in the day, but until then I'll be manning the register solo again. I can do this!

"Hellooooo?!" the girl rudely said.

"Ah, sorry about that," Mackenzie said, trying to sound at least somewhat positive for the customer. "What was your order again?"

The girl repeated her lengthy drink order before adding, "Oh, and I'll take a chocolate glazed donut too."

"D-donut?" Mackenzie's blood ran cold. She'd forgotten about that. If someone ordered a donut or untoasted bagel, it was her job to immediately grab it for the customer from the racks behind her. Which meant turning around and walking a few feet away from the counter. ...And letting everyone nearby know she was completely bottomless.