Marianna

Mackenzie was able to take two steps into the room before completely faceplanting onto the carpet (probably the worst material to feel against Mackenzie's itchy skin). Makenzie quickly turned over onto her back, still a little too tired to fully contemplate what had just happened. Fortunately for her the face she saw standing above her was that of a friend.

"Mackenzie!" Marianne exclaimed looking down at her naked friend.

"Marianne," Makenzie said softly looking up at her friend. Marianna was looking down at shocked with her mouth agape. She was nothing but bra and sweatpants as her exposed skin seemed to shine with an unusual gleam, but Mackenzie was so tired she might have just been seeing things. Barely conscious Mackenzie smiled at her friend and in a singsongy voice exclaimed, "what's up girrrrlfriend?"

Marianne was taken aback by the barely lucid Mackenzie's words. "Makenzie a-are you not aware your completely naked!"

"Not completely," Mackenzie laughed, "I've still got one glove,"

The delirious redhead raised a hand only to realize it, like the rest, of her was bare. Mackenzie looked at her hand confused before stating, "Oh guess I lost it, so I am completely naked." Before passing out on the floor.

**one hour later**

Mackenzie's heavy eyes slowly opened. Her mind was still foggy. She remembered making it back to the dorm and heading upstairs but the rest of the journey was a blur. Did she make to her room? The confused young woman lifted her head and took inventory of her situation. Looking around it was clear she wasn't in her and Willows room, she was in Mariannes. Mackenzie recognized it from a few times the two had studied together here. Her friend must have found her in her delirium and taken her in.

"Mackenzie?" Marianne's voice called from the bathroom. "Are you up?"

"Yes," the groggy Mackenzie replied looking down to see she had been tightly tucked into bed almost like a child, "Did you do this?"

"Well Yeah! You collapse in my room naked and shivering before passing out. What else was I supposed to do!"

Mackenzie smiled. She was so happy to have a friend who cared for so much and didn’t proliferate any embarrassing situation the redhead found herself in like most other people around her. Marianne had not just let her rest in her room, but she had also placed Mackenzie in her bed and wrapped her in blankets. Everything Mackenzie could have wanted to follow a day as horrible as the one she had. She was truly moved. After surviving such a terrible morning Mackenzie now felt warm, well rested, and of course itchy as all hell.

"Gahhhhhhhhhhh," Mackenzie screamed at the top of her lungs. **** she'd been unable to feel anything but that didn't mean the itchy irritation had gone away. In fact, it seemed it had somehow spread. Her whole body felt like it was on fire. Mackenzie quickly flung the blankets she was tucked in off and leaped out of the bed, but the irritation remained. Looking down again the redhead realized she was now fully dressed. She had wool socks, a heavy jacket and what felt like several layers of shirts on. Marianne had given her a full outfit while she slept.

Mackenzie whimpered. At that moment she was more dressed than she had been in a month. She should have been happy but instead she was about to cry. The screams of her itching skin crushed any feelings of modesty and Mackenzie began quickly ripping the clothes from her body. She flung the jacket off her back and onto the bed. She then grabbed the hem of her many shirts, pulled them all over her head and threw them down onto the floor. You'd think this was provided some relief, but it turned out Marianna had given her a thermal shirt and tucked it into her pants. Tight.

"Marianna," Mackenzie quietly squealed, "Why are you such a good friend."

The itchy Mackenzie struggled to pull the formfitting flannel off her body. wiggling around like a child before finally getting it off to feel some relief. However, she didn't stop there quickly moving on to her jeans, unbuttoning, and pulling them down to her knees then stepped out of them removing the wool socks on the way. She stubbled for a second but didn't stop, going immediately for her bra strap, struggling to unhook it, and freeing her irritated nipples. Finally, she bent over to pull down her panties and exposing her burning crotch.

"Ahhhhh," she exhaled with a dumb smile on her face as she kicked the last of the garments away. Naked again Mackenzie felt much better although an uncomfortable tingle still covered her body. She was concerned but didn't have the time to think about it as she suddenly heard a gasp and turned around to see Marianna reenter the room eyes widened.

"What the? Mackenzie!" Marianna shouted, "I gave you those clothes. Why did you strip down again? And why do you look so happy about it?"

"Nononono!" Mackenzie babbled. She attempted to cover her breasts and crotch, but the itching returned far worse than before forcing her to completely expose herself. It was almost like she had an itchy sunburn covering her while body. "Marianna listen it's not what it looks like. I didn't mean to disrespect your clothes like that, but I had to take them off. They were....uncomfortable."

Mackenzie awkwardly smiled while realizing what she said made no sense. But in the end what else could she say. The Redhead barely understood the situation herself. Meanwhile Marianna just stood their confused.

"So," she replied, "You're more comfortable naked."

"Yes! No! It's complicated."

"Kenz," Marianna said softly, "Listen I've always believed you when you say these 'incidents' aren't on purpose, but at times like this you can't blame me for doubting, right?"

Mackenzie's heart sank at her friend's accusation. Marianna had been her only friend to always try to help her and probably the only person in the dorm who didn't think she was some kind of pervert or exhibitionist. Yet here she was about to turn. Then college would truly be like home. Constant embarrassment and every single prson thinking she's a closet nudist. All because of that, that, that.

"That Damned SWEATER!!" Mackenzie screamed in fury. If she ever found a way out of this most recent humiliation and got dressed, she would track that thing down and burn it. Ironic Mackenzie hated being naked, but she found herself truly loathing this particular article of clothing. Yet that loathing was about to salvage this situation.

"Sweater?" Marianne repeated seemingly shocked. "Mackenzie, you didn't happen to borrow a tan knit sweater from Ashley recently?"

"Y-yeah," Mackenzie replied softly concerned by her friend's tone. "I wore it to the library earlier today."

"Please tell me you were wearing something underneath it!" Marianne said concerned.

"No," Mackenzie said sheepishly, "Wh-what do you know about it?"

"Oh God I should have known," Marianna replied. She brgan to think. Contemplating what they needed to do next. Then she looked at her friend face red with embarrassment and eyes watering with fear and confusion.

"Marianna, do you know what's happening to me? why my skin had become so sensitive and-" she pressed a single finger into her stomach before quickly pulling it away, "Ouch! Irritated."

"Yes," Marianna sighed, "It was the sweater. A few weeks ago, Ashley wore it to a science lab and spills some oil extract on it. She tried to clean it off but apparently not enough."

"Oil?" Mackenzie asked, "what kind of oil?"

"The kind found in poison ivy."

"POISON IVY," the Redhead screamed. She looked down and started searching her nude form for bumps and red patches.

"Don't worry it's not enough resin to cause any noticeable effects most of the itchiness is coming from the sweater, the oil just amplifies it."

"How do you know all this?" Mackenzie asked trying to wrap her head around Marianne's absurd explanation.

"Ahhh" Marianne sighed. "Because I also borrowed the sweater a few days ago."

"No," Mackenzie gasped.

"Yep. Borrowed it last week and wore it on a lunch date with nothing but a bra underneath. Didn't even make it half an hour before I started feeling like my skin was on fire and I had to run back here. Fortunately, one of the doctors at the school clinic gave me a Salve that eases the irritation."

Mackenzie's face lit up the minute she heard the phrase ease the irritation. This entire conversation had been filling Mackenzie with an increasing sense of dread. Not only was her body pulsing with constant discomfort, but she was also being told that was currently physically incapable of wearing clothes. Of all the terrible catastrophes Mackenzie had suffered that would have likely been one of the worst. She wouldn't have even been able to borrow clothes from willow, she'd just be naked for, well, who knows how long! But all of that was mute as long as she could borrow that salve. However, as she looked on at Marianne full of hope her friend, who seemed to understand what Mackenzie was about to ask, shot her back an apologetic look.

"I um," Marianne nervously said, "I used the last of the salve earlier today."

"Oh, come ON," Mackenzie hissed to herself slapping her palms over her face. "Well, can you get some more?"

"No, they gave me an exact amount the salve I used today was my last treatment."

"I can't!" She screamed madly "I can't stay like this. I need clothes. I need clothes NOW!"

"Well actually Mackenzie," Marianne started, "You won't,"

"NOW Marianne! What do I have to do."

"Ok, ok um. The clinic propably has more salve but you have to go there to get it. They won't give me anymore because I don't need it, but if you show up and show them you have the rash, I'm sure the Doctor will prescribe you some salve."

"The clinic? The one on the other side of campus," Mackenzie whimpered. Marianne nodded. The red headed bombshell was fairly curtain she was about to cry. She had just made it back from her hellish nude trudge through the snow and now if she wanted the regain the ability to get dressed, she'd would have to face the elements yet again.