The change of 'clothes'

Mackenzie leaned agaimst the wall of the bathroomtrying to breathe deeply. Trying to convince herself it wouldnt be so bad. Only about 40 people were in her section when everything happened. And maybe she had imagined the phones pointed at her pussy. Maybe the woman who helped her didnt spread her nether lips even wider and rub her clit before everyone.

She was just shaken up by her fall and soon she would get a change of clothes and be back inside. And once they crossed the atlantic and made it to their first stop, most of them would be gone anyway.

When she had finally stopped hyperventilating she heard the click of the bathroom door opening and was only just able to grasp the change of clothes shoved in. Looking down at the white fabric in her hands, she had the feeling there was less of it than there should be. But shakimg her head she rested the clothes on a shelf and started to put herself together.

Whenshe had figured out what she was wearing she could only stare at her reflection in the mirror.