All of the above, sort of.

It seemed most important that she cover up her pussy. That just seemed to be the most urgent matter.

"O-one second!" she called to whoever was out there, her voice coming out high-pitched. With a deep breath, she tugged her shirt over her head, placing it on the sink.

She carefully unspooled the remaining toilet paper, wrapping it around her chest. Her breasts, while by no means small, were pretty perky, so she thought maybe she stood a chance at, at least, covering up her nipples with the toilet paper. She was able to loop it around her torso three times, then tucked the end in. Candace regarded herself in the mirror, wanting to curl up into a ball and die. She reminded herself this was temporary, and she just had to be dressed like this long enough to ask a flight attendant for a blanket.

She reached for her shirt, then stopped short. "No! Shit!" She'd laid her thin, white shirt right on a puddle! She grabbed it, holding it up, and marveled at how transparent it was. She balled it up, holding it in front of her pussy.

The knocking suddenly started up again, and Candace jumped. "Miss, is everything okay in there?" It sounded like one of the flight attendants.

She was panicking now, and looked at herself in the mirror. "Goddammit," she said, slamming her hand on the counter.

Candace's outburst triggered the automatic sink, which to her horror, then sprayed water all over her torso. She sputtered, stepping as far back as she could. "No, no, no, no, no!" She could feel the toilet paper disintegrating. She dropped the shirt, stepping on it a few times in her confusion.

Finally, the water stopped spraying. Candace looked at herself in the mirror, completely naked, her tits dripping wet. Her brain felt fuzzy. The knocking continued.

Candace slowly turned toward the door, unlocking it. She cracked it open, coming face to face with a woman flight attendant, who looked worried.

"I-I'm naked," Candace said quietly.