Mackenzie is allowed to dress first

Mackenzie hurriedly pulled on her panties and began looking through the pile for her bra.

"Uh, where's my bra?" she asked.

"Oh," the woman said, "It got too damaged while we were taking it apart looking for the culprit. So we threw it out."

"You what?!" Mackenzie said, aghast.

"Don't worry," she replied, "You'll be compensated for it. Now hurry up!"

Mackenzie sighed but didn't argue further as she pulled on her shirt and jeans. The jeans still slipped without assistance, so Mackenzie kept a hand clamped on them at all times. After a short trek back Mackenzie was once again standing in the scanner. And with her hands above her head, her pants once again dropped to the ground. A fresh group of onlookers were treated to the sight of a pantsless Mackenzie while she waited to be cleared.

"Alright, you're good to fly." the man said as Mackenzie exited the machine. She grabbed her bag and looked around for the bin with her additional belongings.

"Where's my other stuff?" she asked, "Like my belt and my shoes."

"Everything we set aside for you is right there." he said, pointing at her bag. "If it's not here then it was either misplaced or claimed by someone." He simply shrugged, giving a "what can you do" expression.

Mackenzie groaned yet again. She had other shoes in her luggage but she was not looking forward to having to spend the rest of her long day clutching at her pants for dear life. But with no other options, Mackenzie slung her bag over her shoulder and began making her way towards her gate.