Actions speak louder than words

You unzip your jumpsuit and let it fall open. Your crew sees the expanse of flesh showing from your neck to your shaved pubic mound. They all knew what was going on, and were equally confused as you shrugged the suit off your shoulders and bared your breasts to all of them. The women have seen you naked before on the locker room, but no man has seen you naked since you joined the space program.

You push the suit down your legs, and momentarily forget you're floating as you like for a seat before removing the suit from your feet. Your glistening sex now out in the open, you use the sleeve of your jumpsuit to dry it off before wadding it up and making your way to the lavatory to dispose of it. Your crew stare dumbfounded at your nudity as you float past, first showing them your uncovered front, then your bare backside. You blush at the attention, but try to block any embarrassment.

"Commander, what's going on?" mission control asks, the dead air being worrisome.

"Jumpsuit is disposed. Ready to receive orders." you say.

"As per your mission, you wouldn't have needed to have your jumpsuit on anyways, so just take it as a blessing in disguise." mission control said, trying to alleviate the situation, not knowing just how much of you was on show.

You blush, but thank mission control for the advice. Looking at the log, you determine the first course of action for your mission. In fact...