A very small crop top and tiny jean shorts

The next half hour passed agonizingly slowly for Mackenzie. The naked girl couldn't do much but stay in the bathroom stall and wait for help to arrive. Every time someone entered the bathroom Mackenzie felt her heart begin racing again. A tingle ran through her body as her adrenaline spiked, with her face reddening ever so slightly. Despite being completely hidden from sight, Mackenzie couldn't help but meagerly cover herself with her backpack each time she heard someone come in. But her panic at being discovered proved to be unfounded as not a single person even so much as knocked on the occupied stall while she was inside.

And, after hearing the door open for the twentieth time, Mackenzie recognized a familiar voice in the bathroom. "Mackenzie? You in here?" it tentatively asked.

"Willow?!" she replied, elated that her friend had finally made it. "Yes! I'm here! Oh thank god you made it."

"About time." Willow said, walking over to the counter. "This was the third bathroom I checked."

"I owe you big time!" Mackenzie said as she bent down and stuck her hand under the stall door. But Willow didn't place anything in her waiting palm. "Uh, you did bring me something to wear, right?"

"Sure did!" Willow smiled, audibly setting a small bundle of fabric onto the counter. "Come out and get it."

"Wh- Willow don't be ridiculous!" Mackenzie pleaded, "Just hand it to me, please!"

"Hey now, I brought it all this way across campus. The least you can do is come the last five feet to get it."

The unseen Mackenzie pouted. Willow was her friend, but she sure did seem to like embarrassing Mackenzie whenever she got the opportunity.

"Alright, fine." Willow said, "Maybe I'll just take my spare clothes and go."

"Wait!" Mackenzie nearly yelled, "I-I'll come out..." Reluctantly, Mackenzie set her backpack down and opened the stall door. Not wanting to give Willow more of a show than necessary, the redhead dashed out into the open room. She quickly grabbed the pile of cloth in front of her, then spun around and re-entered the stall.

Mackenzie could hear Willow giggling appreciatively while she appraised the outfit. The naked girl audibly gasped as she realized what Willow had brought for her to wear. First was a skimpy pink crop top that looked like it had once been a tank top before being drastically shortened. And second was a pair of very small jean shorts. And that was all!

"Willow!" Mackenzie complained, "You can't be serious!"

"Hey, you said, and I quote, 'A complete outfit. Anything will do.' That's a complete outfit."

"Yeah I guess, technically. But couldn't you have chosen something slightly less revealing?"

"Oh I'm so sorry!" Willow mocked. "Feel free to give 'em back and resume traipsing around in your birthday suit."

Mackenzie grumbled, but had to admit her friend had a point. It would be better than taking her midterms naked. With no other option, Mackenzie began pulling on the clothes her friend had selected for her.

She stepped into the shorts and tugged the jeans up her slender legs. Their movement slowed to a crawl as they reached Mackenzie's sizable hips. They were ridiculously tight! It took a serious effort on the redhead's part to get them into place, and an even greater effort to button the front of them. She could already feel the rough fabric pressing uncomfortably into her womanhood, even as she tried to ignore it. Even from the awkward angle she got by glancing behind herself, Mackenzie could tell that half her ass was hanging out of the shorts. They were practically the size of underwear!

Then Mackenzie began on the top. She slid the pink fabric over her head and positioned the thin straps between her neck and shoulders. Next came the trickier part of pulling the shirt down over her impressive bust. The fabric seemed to simply be too small for the job, but as Mackenzie slowly worked it down it began to stretch and strain enough to do the job. Barely. The tight fabric came to a stop about half an inch below the bottom of her breasts, and still bared a generous amount of cleavage. In fact, it was such a tight fit that it was doing an excellent job pushing Mackenzie's breasts together and up, almost like a push up bra.

In the end, Mackenzie's borrowed outfit covered about as much as a modest set of underwear would! But, she was technically decent now, at least. The scantily clad redhead exited the bathroom stall, eliciting a wolf whistle from Willow.

"Shut up." Mackenzie grumbled, checking the time. 10:30. She didn't need to rush, but she did have to get going if she wanted to make it to her next midterm on time.

"You're welcome!" Willow said cheerily, more than happy to watch Mackenzie leave the bathroom in order to get the lovely view of the pale cheeks partially on display.

Mackenzie took a deep breath, trying to keep herself calm. Then, she opened the door and headed back into the hallway.