Her bra, panties, and a sock, all heavily torn

Mackenzie dusted herself off gingerly as she took stock of her situation. She was unharmed for the most part, but the same could not be said for her clothes. To start with, Mackenzie had somehow lost her t-shirt during her descent! She'd felt it being ripped and torn as she'd fallen, but now there was literally nothing of it left! And to make matters worse, her sports bra had been torn to absolute shreds. The sturdy black garment had been ripped practically in half, missing both its lower half and its entire left shoulder. Mackenzie groaned as she realized that her bra was now so short that it barely covered her breasts. Even standing there, a hint of underboob could be seen peeking out. She was going to have to be very careful about raising her arms, lest she risk exposing even more of her ample breasts.

But her wardrobe troubles didn't end there. The durable material of her shorts had held up much better against the onslaught and suffered far fewer tears. However, that durability had backfired on Mackenzie when her shorts had become caught and snagged in a dense bush of thorns. Instead of ripping free, the shorts had stayed put, and poor Mackenzie had tumbled right out of them! Plus, with their outer layer of protection gone, her panties had taken quite a beating as well. They were torn up and provided plenty of small windows to the pale skin underneath. They still covered her pussy, thankfully, but a few exposed glimpses of the trimmed bush accompanying it peeked through the black fabric. Not to mention, most of the back of the panties had been torn away completely. What were once comfortable boyshort panties had been turned into a functional waistband and a torn mess of fabric, barely holding together.

And to make matters worse, Mackenzie had lost both her hiking boots in the fall as well! Her only remaining footwear was one of her socks. Definitely insufficient for the rough landscape on the trek ahead. Mackenzie sighed in despair as she realized how underdressed she now was. She desperately wished she had some further form of cover, but all her other supplies were back at her campsite. Any thoughts of climbing back up the hill were quickly dashed. It was far too steep and absolutely packed with thick and prickly foliage. Even hoping to find one of her scattered pieces of clothing was likely impossible. And so, with no other apparent options, Mackenzie headed off in what she hoped was the direction of her campsite, or at least a nearby trail.

"I hope my campsite is nearby..." she muttered to herself. Her arms self-consciously covered her midriff and waist as she slowly began her walk through the woods.