Her tights were completely ruined

When the woman had ripped Mackenzie's tights, she had done so in a most impressive way. She had somehow managed to grab the front of it and rip the undergarment completely down the middle! And with the two sides no longer connected, the tight fabric had shot apart, with each half settling nicely around Mackenzie's ankles. Mackenzie stood there with her tiny pink panties on full display for the room full of women! The panties were laser-cut, and as a result were virtually seamless. Mackenzie had been tipped off about them by a friend a few years back, and she had found they'd been perfect for wearing under tights or leggings to prevent any panty lines from showing.

Mackenzie couldn't help it. She let out a shriek of pure embarrassment and began awkwardly trying to tug the two sides of her tights back up and together. But her attempts were pitifully futile. There was simply no way to salvage the tights. Mackenzie's face burned with humiliation. She could feel nearly two dozen pairs of eyes staring right at her underwear! After nearly a full minute of struggling with the garment, Mackenzie simply settled for cupping her hands awkwardly in front of her panties.

What the hell am I supposed to do now?! she desperately thought as she awkwardly peeled the two useless scraps of fabric off her legs.

"Okay everyone..." she said nervously. It was hard to project her earlier air of confidence when she knew that each and every woman there had just gotten an up close and personal view of her underwear. And that most were still checking her out, even as she spoke. "Class is, uh, done early today. Due to... uh... let's say technical difficulties."

"Already?" a fit looking young woman in the front row said. "We barely even started!"

She was right, of course. Mackenzie glanced at the clock. It read 8:08. The class still technically had 42 minutes left. The room was full of grumbles of agreement from most of the other women.

"I'm sorry," she said, gesturing at her pants-less state. "But I can't exactly teach a yoga class dressed like this."

"Why not?" another woman pressed. "We're all women here, right?"

"Yeah, I've seen other girls work out in skimpier outfits than that!" another voice chimed in.

"I'm sorry, I just can't," Mackenzie sighed. "You're all welcome to come back next week and I'd be happy to-"

"I'm definitely complaining to whoever runs this place," the woman in the front row loudly said as she began rolling up her mat.

The comment made Mackenzie hesitate. Her boss, Stefan, wouldn't be thrilled to hear she'd ended a class early. Mackenzie recalled an incident a month or so ago where he had chewed her out for doing so in an aerobic class. The back of Mackenzie's tight shirt had split during the workout and she'd sent everyone home fifteen minutes early, afraid they'd notice the pink sports bra she'd been wearing at the time.

"A little wardrobe malfunction is no excuse for cancelling a class!" Stefan had yelled at her. "I don't want to hear about you pulling a stunt like that ever again!"

And that had been for ending a class fifteen minutes early. If she ended this one a full forty minutes early... Mackenzie gulped. Stefan took running the gym deadly seriously. She had little doubt she'd face some serious disciplinary action if she packed up now. Hell, Stefan might even fire her! But to keep going with the class would undoubtedly be quite embarrassing, no matter how careful she was. Mackenzie had a difficult choice to make.