Rips her dress off as she reaches up for something.

(chapter originally by Phantom Pen at writing.com)

Mackenzie was reaching up to open a cabinet, hoping that perhaps she'd find something useful for her friend within, when she felt the pull of fabric against her skin. The next moment, Mackenzie's bountiful breasts popped free of her dress with a small bounce and jiggle as the blue garment was quickly yanked down. Gasping in shock, Mackenzie looked down to see what had happened, only to find herself greeted with the sight of her own bare skin all the way down, her neatly groomed strip of hair the only thing covering any part of her naked form. Her dress had fallen around her ankles, and Willow was frantically pulling at the garment to free it from Mackenzie's person altogether!

"Willow! What the hell?!" Mackenzie shouted, turning around to confront her friend. A big mistake, as lifting her feet to turn allowed Willow to pull her dress free completely.

The soaking wet Willow stood up triumphantly, hurriedly shaking out Mackenzie's dress to make sure she put it on correctly. "Sorry, Mackenzie." Willow said. "But I can't stand being naked like this anymore!"

"I was trying to fix that!" Mackenzie snapped back, grabbing at her dress and trying to pull it away from Willow. "Besides, now I'm naked!"

And it's a glorious sight. Willow thought. "I'll figure something out, now let go!" she said, yanking against Mackenzie's own pull.

Things were quickly getting out of hand. The tug of war was beginning to turn into a full on fight, both women **** to regain their modesty. As with all fights, there must always be a winner and a loser. Or, perhaps, no winner at all...