The two girls have a bit of a heart to heart

"Yes please!" Mackenzie chirped. The sooner she was separated from this canvas, the better. And hopefully she could find some additional clothes, too.

"Here we are," Cass said, grabbing a nearby tube off a shelf. "This will dissolve the glue without hurting your skin at all."

Cass brought the tube over, feigning a gasp as she noticed Mackenzie's bare ass in its curvy glory. The redhead blushed as she was once again reminded just how exposed she was. And in front someone she'd just met, no less!

Cass positioned the tube next to Mackenzie's right hand, which had been stuck gripping the edge of the canvas's frame for the past several minutes. It was a bit difficult to maneuver it though, given there was only an inch or so of space between Mackenzie's hand and her bicep.

"Um..." Cass muttered, trying to gently pull the canvas farther away from Mackenzie's torso. It was almost immediately stopped by the bra, which was both stuck to the back of the canvas and still fastened around Mackenzie's chest. She knew there was only one solution, but had to pretend to reluctantly come to that conclusion. "Mackenzie I think I might have to, uh, unhook your bra to get enough room to apply this solution..."

"Oh," Mackenzie said, a bit disheartened but not entirely surprised that her situation was about to get even more embarrassing. She sighed, though, needing to get unstuck above all else. "It's fine, Cass. Just... do what you have to do."

Cass gave a comforting smile. She slowly circled around behind Mackenzie, letting her fingers dance along Mackenzie's back. The redhead couldn't help but shudder slightly at the feeling of the girl's fingers on her bra clasp. A moment later, it was open, and Mackenzie felt the support under her chest vanish. Cass circled back beside Mackenzie, and once again tried pulling the canvas a few inches away from her torso.

This time, there was enough leeway for it to move. Mackenzie's right arm unfolded, and her left arm rose slightly. The bra cups, glued to the canvas, pulled away from Mackenzie's breasts, leaving Mackenzie functionally naked. Both of the shoulder straps were still around the redhead's arms, but they simply slid along her pale skin as the canvas moved away.

Mackenzie blushed furiously, having no way at all to cover her big, beautiful boobs from Cass's view. Or her bared womanhood down below, either. She had **** but to stand there, in only some socks, while her new friend freed her.

"So, uh," Cass awkwardly said, as she began applying the dissolving agent to Mackenzie's hand, "I know I kind of covered for it there, but what, um, did happen to the rest of your clothes, Mackenzie?"

Mackenzie somehow found a way to blush even more deeply.

"U-um! It's a long story..." she muttered sheepishly.

"Well we've got time," Cass replied. "Even once this stuff is on your skin, it takes about five minutes to really do its thing. Plus, I'll have to wipe it off afterwards." In truth, it was more like one minute, but Mackenzie didn't need to know that.

The naked redhead sighed, **** to relive her harrowing day back at school. But she had no real reason to refuse her new ally.

"Well, you see..." Mackenzie began.

And with that, she gave Cass a summarized version of her nightmarish January day. How someone had stolen her coat and bag, glued her jeans to a seat, and even handcuffed her panties to a chair! She'd had plenty of unlikely wardrobe mishaps in the past, but today's events felt almost like they were planned. She kind of felt like she was the target of some giant conspiracy of humiliation!

"And I could almost swear that two of them were wearing these... like bright red wristbands?" she finished. "I don't know, my day's just been crazy."

"That does sound crazy," Cass said. Getting to hear firsthand about the results of her fellow SSFC members was invaluable feedback. And Cass couldn't help but feel impressed how quickly Mackenzie had caught on to the SSFC signature red wristbands. She was glad she'd opted to take hers off for this mission. "Like downright... unbelievable, even!"

"It does sound a little made up, doesn't it?" Mackenzie couldn't help but chuckle slightly. Cass had finished applying the dissolving agent a few minutes ago. So, Mackenzie had just been standing there, nude, recounting her tale as she waited for the glue to fully dissolve.

"Mackenzie..." Cass said, with a serious tone in her voice. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Um, sure," she replied. "Go ahead."

"It might be a bit, uh, embarrassing..."

"Can't be much more embarrassing than standing here naked can it?" the redhead giggled. She glanced down at herself, as if to confirm, yes, she was indeed still standing there quite nude save for her socks.

Cass seemed to consider her words carefully for a few moments before just coming out and asking it.

"Do you like getting naked in front of people?"

Mackenzie found herself very much mistaken. It could get even more embarrassing than standing there in the buff!

"I mean like," Cass continued, "you have this kind of... reputation (no offense) for that kind of thing. And everyone says that deep down you like stripping and streaking, or whatever. So I just kind of wanted to ask you, point blank, do you actually like it?"

Mackenzie didn't know what to say. She was well aware of her reputation as someone who loved to go streaking. And even that some people thought she was a full blown exhibitionist. But never had she come across someone who apparently knew about all her naked misadventures and still bothered to ask her about it!

"The truth is..." Mackenzie slowly began.

She paused for a moment, remembering the dozens of times she'd somehow found herself completely naked in a public setting. The scores of times she'd wound up barely decent, often with only her underwear for modesty, in front of others. The (seemingly at least) hundreds of times she'd realized that some piece of her wardrobe had malfunctioned, disappeared, or otherwise failed her in some way. Of course she didn't enjoy it! It was humiliating getting exposed in public like that! And, no matter how many times it happened, the embarrassment didn't seem to lessen for her. Willow often liked to tease her that she was probably getting used to being naked so often by now, but that wasn't true at all! Every time these unlucky incidents befell her, Mackenzie still felt just as mortified and self-conscious as the first time it had happened.

In that moment, strangely enough, Mackenzie found herself recalling the words of a therapist she'd seen a few times last summer. Her therapist had been convinced that Mackenzie did have exhibitionist urges, but that she'd tried to bury them deep down. And as a result, they only manifested subconsciously. Mackenzie felt a strange feeling tickling at the edge of her thoughts. It was almost like she was on the verge of recalling a memory, but couldn't quite grasp it. Something about the letter 'Z' and...

The redhead forcefully cleared her mind and refocused on the present. She was still standing in the art room, nude, and alone with Cass, who, incidentally, was still awaiting her response.

"No," she stated earnestly. "I don't like it at all. It's so embarrassing! It's never on purpose, I just feel like a... I don't know, like some kind of lightning rod for embarrassing accidents. No matter what I do, I always seem to just... wind up getting exposed somehow."

Cass gently placed a supportive hand on Mackenzie's arm. Mackenzie sheepishly looked down at her feet. Her new friend's gesture motivated her to continue opening up to her a bit more.

"T-the same kind of things actually happened to me in high school, too," she said, sighing. "Pretty much everyone in my hometown also thinks I'm some kind of exhibitionist who gets off on running around naked. And like, I get why people think those things about me. If someone I didn't know was constantly running around campus naked, well I certainly wouldn't keep assuming it was a coincidence every single time!"

Mackenzie gave a wry chuckle with her last line. Only then did she notice that she was finally separated from the canvas! Cass had even begun wiping the residue off her right hand and left arm with a damp cloth. Mackenzie had been so engrossed in her emotional venting that she hadn't even realized she was now free.

"That..." Cass began, unsure exactly how to respond, but wanting to sound supportive. "That sounds really rough, Mackenzie."

"Yeah..." Mackenzie shyly replied. "It's... kind of a lot sometimes."

There was a minute or so of awkward silence between the two girls as Cass finished wiping most of the residue off Mackenzie's skin. The redhead still felt mortified to be standing there embarrassed. Cass seemed to be doing her best not to stare at her bare body, but still, she could only do so much when she was standing right next to her.

"Okay," Cass eventually said, "that's nearly all of the glue off of you, finally. You can wash up the last little bits in that sink in the corner. Sorry again for crashing into you like that!"

"No thank you for helping me out of that horrible situation," Mackenzie replied. "Seriously, I don't know what would've happened today if I hadn't bumped into you, Cass!" she giggled.

Cass smiled slightly, feeling genuinely glad to have gotten to know Mackenzie beyond just her public persona. She turned around, opting to finally give Mackenzie a modicum of privacy, when she was surprised to hear Mackenzie speak up again.

"Um, Cass?" she spat out nervously.

Cass turned back to face the naked beauty. She stood there in nothing but her socks, not even trying to cover herself after their relatively intimate time together. Even so, there was a still a blush on the girl's face.

"Yeah?"

"This might be kind of an impolite thing to ask," Mackenzie began, awkwardly tucking some fiery red hair behind her ear, "but do you, um, believe me? About, um, being naked on accident... and not on purpose?"

Cass took a long moment before she responded.

"I do," she said with a comforting nod. And, to her own surprise, she meant it!

Cass had joined the SSFC feeling 100% certain that the Shy Streaker would have absolutely loved what they'd pledged to do for her. They were going to help her wind up undressed and give her plenty of opportunities for streaking around to her heart's content! But now, after meeting and getting to know the Shy Streaker. No, getting to know Mackenzie, Cass wasn't so sure. The girl she met today genuinely seemed mortified to be running around campus naked so often. And, as far-fetched as her explanation was, if there was even a chance it was true then... then they were just further humiliating this poor girl. Maybe Mackenzie was just a superb liar, and was doing a hell of a job selling the act, but if she wasn't... Well, either way, Cass had a lot to think about.

Relief visibly washed over Mackenzie at Cass's response. Her shoulders immediately relaxed and she exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

"Thanks," Mackenzie said, truly grateful to have found someone who believed her, even if only partially.

Mackenzie turned around and headed for the sink in the corner of the room. Cass, likewise, turned around and walked towards the rows and rows of shelves to put the dissolving agent back. She was already beginning to have second thoughts about continuing with the rest of Plan 7. The next step would have called for forcing the Shy St-

No, forcing Mackenzie out of the Art Supply room wearing nothing but a painting apron. It would cover her front, but leave most of her rear on display. Plus, the SSFC had already shortened the tie strings, meaning it would be difficult for her to actually fasten the garment shut.

Cass sighed, wondering if perhaps she should find some real clothes for Mackenzie to wear instead. After all, they still had plenty of time. The class of art students weren't due to arrive until 2:00, or possibly even later given the late tendencies of the professor.

Cass glanced up at the clock. It read 2:03. Alarms immediately began ringing in her brain. Just how long had the two of them been talking?! She'd completely lost track of time!

"Mackenzie?!" Cass yelled, whirling around. She began sprinting out of the rows of shelves, but immediately found she was too late.

The door to the room opened.

"-for being late, I simply got wrapped up in what I was doing!" a male professor's voice said as he and twenty or so students loudly filed into the room.