She winds up pressed up against the window for all to see

Mackenzie brought the stool over and set it next to the shelves. The nude girl stared up at the box, trying to estimate how far her reach could extend. Maybe, just maybe... She slowly stepped onto the old stool, wobbling only slightly as she found her footing. The redhead slowly raised her arms. She gave another silent prayer of thanks that the shelves in front of her were paneled wood. Had they been more typical mesh wire shelves, she would have found herself needing to bare it all to the pedestrians walking by outside. Then, she reached for the box, straining as far as she could.

Her fingertips brushed the edge of the box. She extended her body as much as possible, standing on her tiptoes and stretching her arms as much as she could. Two fingers brushed the box this time, but Mackenzie was unable to get a hold on it. Instead, she actually pushed it farther back towards the window. She gasped, worrying that she'd just rendered her only hope of modesty out of her reach. But a moment later she heard the sound of the box toppling backwards and smacking against the window, followed by several small objects hitting the ground.

Mackenzie's worry diminished as she realized that knocking the box over could work too. All she needed was to get the aprons down one way or another. She hopped down from the stool and sidled over to the edge of the shelves. She had to poke her bare shoulders out farther than she would have liked, but she peered around to the narrow space behind the shelves. There, resting on top of the shelves was the box of aprons, still. It had tipped back partially, but gotten stuck in place after hitting the window, leaving it dangling up in the air at an awkward 45 degree angle. Even more tantalizing, one of the box flaps had flipped open, revealing the green strings of what was most likely an apron. Mackenzie glanced down at the floor, hoping one had fallen out in the box's slight fall. But rather than an apron falling out, it looked like it was simply a pair of oven mitts.

Mackenzie silently cursed to herself. She would be able to reach the box without the stepstool now, but it would require her to shimmy down the narrow corridor between the shelves and the windows. The same floor-to-ceiling windows that gave everyone outside a crystal clear view of anyone standing behind the shelves. She gulped. If she wanted to grab that box, she needed to venture down that very path.

The freshman took the next few minutes to cover herself with the only other option in the room: the banner. It was long enough to wrap around her body many times over, luckily. By the time she finished, it covered her pale skin from her armpits down to the tops of her thighs, keeping everything she needed out of sight. But it was extremely unstable. Even with Mackenzie using one hand to hold the banner together at the top, she could still feel it shifting and sagging as she moved.

"Better make this quick," she muttered to herself. Positioning herself at the edge of the gap, Mackenzie didn't allow herself any time to second guess her decision. She began sidling down the gap.

It was just wide enough for her to scooch sideways down it, with her banner-clad body pressing up against both the wood and the glass. Almost instantly Mackenzie wished she'd at least stopped for a moment to consider which way she should face. As it was, her front was to the window, meaning anyone walking by would be able to clearly see her face, even with her head turned to the side. Mackenzie was trying to tune out anyone on the sidewalk and simply focus on her goal, but she still noticed someone come to an abrupt stop nearby out of the corner of her eye. Undeterred, she pressed on. Sure she must have looked ridiculous, wrapped in bright green fabric with her breasts pressed up against the cold glass. But it was better than making the attempt naked!

In under a minute, Mackenzie arrived underneath the box. She knew she needed to be fast, though, as she'd felt the banner slipping around as she'd progressed. Wasting no time, she raised her right arm up towards the cardboard. Even as she did so, she felt one loop of the banner droop, baring a bit of her stomach. She tried to dislodge the box, but it was surprisingly heavy. She gave it a few more shoves, but the box didn't budge. The lowest part of the banner slid away, slowly unwrapping Mackenzie's thighs like a present for any onlookers. And onlookers there were. Mackenzie heard someone gasp, even through the thick glass. She was trying not to look, but she knew there were at least a few people watching her outside. This only spurred her to change tactics.

She began grasping for the green strings she'd seen dangling before. If she could pull out even one apron, she'd consider her little operation a success and quickly retreat. She yanked on the strings, but was met with strong resistance. The apron felt like it was weighed down by something in the box.

"Oh come on!" she groaned through gritted teeth. Her makeshift outfit continued to slip down her body. It was holding up decently well around her chest, the pressure of her large boobs against the window helping to keep it in place. But there were now gaps all over her torso, and she could feel the fabric slipping away between her ass and the wood. She pressed her rear against the shelves harder, hoping to slow the banner's inevitable escape. As soon as it slipped away from her ass completely, it would take only seconds for the banner to be covering nothing but a loop around her breasts. If even that much.

"Fuck it," Mackenzie muttered, thrusting up her left hand as well to help get the job done. Hopefully the banner would hold up a bit longer on its own. And if it didn't, well, she was going to get out of sight as soon as possible once she was done.

Mackenzie began simultaneously yanking the apron strings with one hand and bashing the box with the other. She was able to draw out a tiny bit more of the green strings, feeling a solid loop of the material, probably the neck hole. Holding onto it for dear life, Mackenzie shoved the box upward as hard as she could. And, surprisingly, it popped free, tumbling back up onto the top of the shelves. Mackenzie couldn't help but give an exhilarated gasp of triumph, even as she felt the banner slip away, leaving her completely exposed from the stomach down.

She grabbed onto the apron loop with her other hand, ready to tug as hard as she could. But the box wasn't yet done moving. It slid across the top of the wooden shelves, making its way nearly to the edge facing the rest of the supply room, the apron inside coming partially free. It wobbled there for a moment, before tipping over the edge and falling. It didn't go more than a few inches, though, before it came to an abrupt halt. Whatever the apron was stuck to inside, it was stuck quite well.

Mackenzie, for her part, had suddenly found the apron loop yanked backwards with an incredible force. She yelped in surprise as her raised hands were pulled back and pinned to the wood behind her. The sudden force was also enough to jostle the last of the banner free, letting it fall to the floor completely and pool around Mackenzie's feet. The redhead, once again completely bare, could hear muffled shouts and cries from the other side of the glass. But, she refused to look at them. She stifled a yelp as the bare skin of her chest pressed against the cold glass. Instead, she tried to pull even harder on the fabric trapping her hands, pulling them ever so slightly away from the wood. In her ultimate strain, though, the fabric slipped through her fingers. In under a second, the loop zipped down and found a new home around her wrists, pinning those to the wood instead.

"No!" Mackenzie gasped. But the force of gravity pulling the heavy box downward on the other side of the shelves was unrelenting.

The naked girl could now hear an even louder din of people outside, with someone even knocking on the glass. Her body shivered at the smooth surface pressed against it, cold as ice. But she wasn't done yet. Giving it all she had, Mackenzie pulled with both her arms, praying the apron would come lose from whatever was trapping it, or even rip in half! At that point, she didn't even care. She just needed to get out from behind the damn bookshelf and out of sight!

Suddenly, she felt something move. For the briefest of moments, she thought she'd done it. But that tiny moment of hope was immediately quelled when she felt the wood against her back suddenly press on her even more intensely. A loud THUMP echoed as the shelves tipped backwards, colliding with the windows and coming to rest at a slight angle.

Mackenzie had thought the gap was a tight squeeze before, but that was nothing compared to what it was now! The large, heavy shelves had not only locked her raised wrists in place, but her entire torso as well. Where before she'd had room to move and angle her head slightly, she now felt her face uncomfortably squished up against the window, unable to move. Her boobs, likewise were in a similar predicament, pressed firmly up against the unyielding glass, bared for all to see. Her stomach and below still had at least a bit of movement to work with, but her stomach, legs, and bare pussy were similarly on display for the gathering crowd. The mess of a banner around her ankles also made moving her feet more than an inch or two tricky. It wasn't painful for the redheaded beauty, but it was far from comfortable!

Utterly incapable of moving, and stark naked, Mackenzie cracked open her eyes. Sure enough, a large crowd was amassing on the sidewalk. Many had their phones out and, while some were clearly filming or taking pictures, at least a few were frantically talking into them.

"Miss!" she heard the muffled voice of a nearby man call as he stepped up to the glass. "Are you alright? Not seriously hurt?"

Mackenzie tried to nod, but couldn't quite manage it. Instead she tried to say "Yeah, I think so," but it came out as more of a "Mmmfhh, mmm mmmnk mmf," instead. Either way, the man seemed to understand

"Good, good!" he called through the window. "The fire department's on its way! They should be here in a few minutes! Just, uh, sit tight!"

As more and more people began gawking at and even recording the bared and stuck young woman, Mackenzie found herself powerless to do anything but let out a soft, embarrassed whimper.