A more pressing setback

“This is your captain speaking. Please direct your attention to the flight attendants on either end of the cabin. Mind their appearance. I assume you, they will look more like attendants in a few short minutes.” The captain further explained the expectations and proceeded to get the plane in the air. “All right, girls. You’ve done your part well, dressed as you are, but the air marshal says you’re required to wear your uniform from here on.” He said off mic.

“Understood.” Rachel and Stina said in sync. “Come on. I’ll be right outside if you need anything.” Stina said as Rachel opened the bathroom door.

“Okay. Thanks.” Rachel closed the door and began stripping down. It wasn’t common for her to wear underwear at all. She’s read several articles advising against it. For a healthy and unsuppressed sexy body, nudity beneath the main layer was recommended. As she opened her suitcase, she found her hat, collar, and a few remaining items that weren’t exactly clothes. Continuing to look, she found a romance novel that didn’t belong to her. “Must be Stina’s. I got it!” She said to herself. “Stina. Bring me your suitcase real quick.”

“Ummm. Ok.” She knocked on the door once she had it in hand. Suddenly the door opens and Rachel pulled her in and closed it. “Jesus! Gave me a heart attack. Here’s the— WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!”

Rachel covered her mouth. “Shhh.” She showed her the almost empty suitcase. “My uniform isn’t in here. Just a few pieces of it. I thought maybe you accidentally packed both into yours.”

“Ohh. Ok. That’s a lot less concerning than I thought.” She hands her the second case and scoots the first one over. “While we’re getting changed, I may as well also. Two naked people that no one can see is no more than one naked person no one can see.” Stina started undressing, peeling off the coat and pulling the polo shirt over her head. Unclasping the buckle on her bra and swiftly pulling down both her bottoms, she soon reached the same level of nudity as her coworker. Stina hung up her coat on the wall and put her skirt, shirt, and underwear, all neatly folded, on the edge of the toilet seat.

Rachel was getting nowhere fiddling with the lock. “Hey, what’s the code?” She looked up at the tall, nude blonde girl next to her. “What the?! Why are you naked? I’m only fully nude because I don’t wear underwear.”

“Wait, what?” Stina said, looking at them both and then at both piles of clothing. She hen noticed that hers was the only one with underwear. “Jeez. I’m such a blonde girl.” She facepalmed.

“Well… we have bigger things right now. You can put it on after we’ve unlocked the case.” Rachel said.

“Oh. Sorry. The code is 5463.” Stina apologized.

“Great, it works.” She unlatched the two case clips. She opened it, finding the same thing as in hers(minus the book). “Wait, what?”

“Huh? Where are the… clothes?” Stina peeked over Rachel’s shoulder at the suitcase, no more full than he last one. “I’m… I think I’m gonna put those clothes back on.” She lunged for them.

“Wait! Be careful!” Rachel turned, bumping her shoulder into Stina’s thigh, causing her to veer sideways. In a split second, Stina’s arm tipped the clothes into the bowl while her shoulder bumped the release buttoned. A loud screeching caused both to cover their ears and then suddenly cut off. “Are you ok?” Rachel gazed at Stina who laid halfway on the toilet seat which once housed a small stack of clothing.

Stina sat up and rubbed her arm. “Ughhh. Ouch.” She stood up and stretched. “Waiiiiiit. Eeeek! My clothes!” The two looked around for the pile of clothes. They turned over everything.

“They must have fallen in when you tripped and gotten sucked away when the suction was activated.” Rachel theorized.

“Can they even got in that hole?” Stina looked into the toilet bowl. The small plugged circle in the center looked a lot smaller before all of Stina’s clothes supposedly disappeared into thin air. “Either way, I’m stuck naked now!”

“You still have your jacket though.” Rachel pettily reminded her. “That’s something.”

“Are you forgetting that the air marshal is requiring us to be in full uniform for the rest of the trip? The rules don’t allow for anything other than underwear, shoes, and jewelry to be paired with the uniform.”

“What if we just tell them our situation and hope they allow this to be a one time exception?” Rachel optimistically thought. As if God was playing tricks on them, the plane suddenly entered a shaky state and jerked to the side once before stopping. The door swung open and the girls and all their stuff went flying into the open hallway.

“Apologies, folks. We ran into some slight turbulence, but all had been controlled again.” The captain said over the intercom. After hearing a tumbling, the captain looked backwards at what looked like a sure hallucination: two fully naked women laying on each other. “You guys ok?” He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. “I’m counting 4 more nipples than I should be seeing mid flight.” They both stood up and started stammering excuses at he same time. Needless to say, even if they were saying anything comprehensible, the three pilots in the cockpit were none of them paying attention to that. Their eyes seemed to be thoroughly scanning the two beautiful sets of titties in front of them.

The air marshal entered from behind. “What are you two doing? You know better than to play nudist on the job.” They turned around and shut up instantly. “Where are your uniforms?”

“My guess is somewhere 20 miles from here either in the trash or in the possession of a very lucky TSA agent.” Rachel blurted out.

“How did you lose those?”

“Well… we lost track of time and rushed the security check. The dresses both fell out of our suitcases. We kinda forgot them.” Rachel again answered.

“I’m gonna need a longer story. I don’t remember hearing about where your clothes went.”

Stina stopped Rachel from continuing. “I got this. So… we both got here a bit late and out of uniform. I stopped by a restaurant for food before the flight. That took up even more time and then we got to TSA and sped as quickly as we could through the processing. We lost our uniforms, but we didn’t know that. And then we had to wait until we were in the air to safely change clothes. Rachel undressed in the bathroom while I waited for her to get into her uniform. Then she pulled me inside because she though her uniform was in my suitcase instead of hers. I couldn’t open the door without exposing a naked black haired girl when I did so I stayed, but Rachel was going slowly, so I got completely naked too because I didn’t want to waste time on the job. Little did I know that she was only naked because she never wears underwear. When she opened the case, it also had no clothes in it besides the hat and neckerchief. When I tried to grab my clothes again, they got knocked over and then I accidentally hit the flush button. They all got sucked in and we got stuck naked. Oh and then we flew out the door when the captain lost control.”

“So we were wondering if we can put on our other clothes to be dressed more appropriately.” Rachel added.

The air marshal shook his head in disappointment. “Sorry, girls. I wish I could let you do that. The rules specify that if any of your uniform is still available, it still won’t allow for any other items to be paired with it. And you must wear the uniform so you can’t just choose one or the other. Had your hats and neckerchiefs also been flushed on accident, you’d have been let off the hook, but any attempt to get rid of them is seen as destruction of company property. You’ll have to serve pretzels with the twins out today.”