Her outfit gets the once-over

Jenny moved with her family at a snail's pace through the maze of nylon-ribboned poles, pulling her ID and phone from the outer pockets of her backpack to be ready for the stern matron at the dais leading to the twin lines of examination equipment. Her parents and older sister started toward the conveyor belts in front of her, her brothers were goofing around in the line behind her.

The teen had her moment at the counter, her ID getting the usual stern gaze from the TSA agent as Jenny placed her phone mobile check-in screen on the reader. Smiling as she passed that obstacle, the girl placed her backpack in one of the plastic bins and put it on the rollers leading to the belt.

"Shoes and coats and jackets off, on the belt" droned the rubber-gloved TSA agent for what was at least the one-hundredth time that day.

Jenny slipped off her scuffy sneakers and placed them as she stepped forward.

"The wrap needs to go through, miss" added the agent, pointing to the shawl.

Jenny paused for a beat, not wanting to do that, but she knew not to raise a fuss. She slowly pulled the shawl off and placed it in a bin.

The teen saw the officer's eyes widen as her low-riding breasts and aureoles came into view through the long white tee, but he was wordless.

Jenny could see the disapproving looks on the faces of the female TSA agents on the other side of the swirling chamber between her and her parents as they beckoned her forward.

"Stand still on the footprints and face forward, arms up, like the diagram!" said the younger of the two.

Jenny did so dutifully as the clear tube spun around her. Her stance put her generous attributes even more on display for everyone nearby. Men paused putting their shoes back on to take in the full titties lifted when she held her arms over her head. Her faded cotton shorts also came into view as the tee hem raised up, and they caught sight of an obvious cameltoe in the thin material as well.

"Nice shorts, sis!" her teen brothers giggled, waiting next in line as half her full ass cheeks oozed out from the hiked leg openings.

Seconds passed as minutes as Jenny felt all those eyes on her. She breathed a sigh of relief when the tube stopped and the agent waved her out. She put her arms down, tugged at the tee hem and headed to the conveyor when the agent stopped her.