Yes, but at a cost

Now wearing a fresh towel, Mackenzie found the most secluded spot she could in the locker room and tried with all her might to yank her bag open. At that point Mackenzie didn't even care if she broke her bag completely, she just wanted to get at its contents.

Finally, the zipper moved and with a loud SCHRIIIP sound, the bag was open. Mackenzie soon realized why the zipper had been stuck. Her bicycle shorts had gotten wedged in between the zipper's teeth. And when Mackenzie had **** it open, she had shredded the caught portion of the material completely. She held up the shorts and was crestfallen. The entire right leg was ripped to shreds! They were completely unwearable now.

God DAMN it! Mackenzie cursed before looking for her other belongings.

Inside and intact were her tank top, socks, and shoes. Mackenzie rummaged around further but could find no sign of her car keys.

GOD DAMN IT! Mackenzie cursed again. She was still stuck at this godforsaken gym.

Figuring she may as well get dressed, Mackenzie pulled on the gray tank top. It was a bit on the thin side, but nowhere near translucent. Mackenzie had never worn it without a bra before, and the shape of her poking nipples could be seen fairly clearly by anyone who happened to notice. She moved the towel down around her hips and now it came down below her knees. Then she donned her socks and sneakers, finally not barefoot.

The redhead exited the locker room feeling fairly dressed, even though she was only wearing a quarter of the outfit she had started her day with. She figured the best place to start looking for her keys would be to ask Emma if she had misplaced them anywhere. Mackenzie rounded the corner and promptly collided with someone, sending both people sprawling to the ground.

"Oh, hey Mackenzie!" a familiar voice said. "Long time no see."

Mackenzie realized it was Scott, and like last time, he had been carrying another large cardboard box. She also realized that, like last time, her pussy was on display for the young man. Her towel had come undone in the fall!

"Eep!" she squeaked as she hastily refastened the towel, only to notice she had something stuck on her hand. It looked like a yellow resistance band looped around her left wrist. In fact, there were several resistance bands of varying colors strewn about all on and around her.

"Oh yeah, someone left these things outside in the sun, so they kinda melted to themselves and are mostly ruined now," Scott explained as he picked up a few. "They're cooling off but some are still kinda melty."

Mackenzie tugged on the latex device stuck to her wrist. It stretched out fine, but it didn't return back to its original shape like it was designed to. "Huh... weird." she murmured.

"I see you found yourself a shirt," Scott said as he picked his box up again, "And, uh, ditched the pants?"

"Long story." Mackenzie muttered, trying to tug the band off her wrist.

"It wouldn't happen to involve any streaking, would it?" Scott joked.

"N-no!" Mackenzie floundered, "I wasn't streaking!" She tried more frantically to get the band off her wrist. Now it was ensnaring her right hand too. "I was just trying to find my lost clothes!"

"Whatever you say," Scott said with a laugh, "I've gotta go drop these off if you feel like coming with."

"No thanks," Mackenzie said flatly, "As soon as I find my car keys I'm heading straight home."

"That's a shame. Well, be seeing you!" he said as he walked down the hall. Mackenzie headed the other way, towards the main gym area.

On the way, Mackenzie continued to struggle with the band of latex around her wrists. She had now twisted and stretched it so much that it was beginning to feel tight on her skin. The more she yanked and pulled at it, the tighter it felt like it gripped her wrists. Soon her wrists were locked together, entangled in a heap of plastic.

"Ugh!" she grunted in frustration, not even noticing the band that had stuck to her shirt. "How the hell am I supposed to get this thing off?"