The day after

The next afternoon, Mackenzie walked back from her last class wearing a red top and a nice green skirt, both of which she had borrowed from Marianne. Her friend had been more than happy to lend Mackenzie as many clothes as she needed, much to Willow's frustration. Although, their height difference meant none of Marianne's pants were tall enough to fit Mackenzie. But skirts and dresses were fine by Mackenzie, despite the cool weather.

A breeze playfully ruffled the hem of her shirt, turning the single inch of bared midriff into three as the fabric rose slightly. The shirt, relatively short on Mackenzie, likewise rose by a bit. Mackenzie casually tried to pin both items of clothing down and the breeze soon passed.

Mackenzie hadn't heard anything about a punishment from the Dean, so hopefully she was in the clear on that front. And, according to a rumor floating around campus, one of the campus police officers had been caught peeping in a women's locker room and was **** to take some time off from his post. Mackenzie had a feeling she knew who it was, and hoped that would entice him to leave her alone in the future.

Another breeze blew around Mackenzie, who was ready for it that time. With both her arms, she managed to stop her attire from doing anything but fluttering slightly. She'd need to figure out a more permanent solution to her lack of pants as the colder months approached. But that was a problem for later.

A more pressing concern was staying out of sight as much as possible. The video showing Mackenzie's confidently naked speech had already started going viral, despite being barely 24 hours old. "STREAKER GIRL GIVES NAKED SPEECH" was the title of the original, though many duplicates were now circulating also. Mackenzie had watched it herself and, she had to admit, it did look very much like she had been naked on purpose. Already people on the internet were debating whether this was the shameful act of a **** slut or the brave act of a young woman protesting the establishment. Neither side even considered the fact that Mackenzie had simply been stripped against her will, and she could scarcely blame them. It seemed like every day it was becoming harder and harder to convince anyone that she wasn't doing these things on purpose.

As if on cue, a nearby group of guys recognized Mackenzie as she walked past. "Hey streaker girl!" one shouted as he pulled out his phone, "Show us something!" Mackenzie shot them a scowl and gave them the finger.

A particularly strong gust of wind took the opportunity to rush around Mackenzie, blowing her short shirt and skirt up nearly vertically. Mackenzie's black panties and bra-less breasts (since Willow's bras were too tight and Marianne's were too loose, Mackenzie had no bras to wear at all) were suddenly bared to the gathered group of boys.

"WOOO!!!!" they cheered as their leader gleefully snapped a few photos. "Hey, thanks streaker!"

Mackenzie fought her clothing back down to modest positions as the gust quieted. Then, with a deep blush on her face, she picked up her walking pace, striding back to the dorms more quickly. She had wanted to tell them she hadn't flashed them on purpose, but what difference would it have made? They weren't likely to believe her. Yes, it seemed like with each passing day Mackenzie was becoming more and more well known as a girl who liked to be seen naked by other people.