Yes - a blazer.

"Here, this was all I could find," Jenny said, tossing her a bundle of navy blue fabric. Candace grabbed it, unfolding it. She held a women's suit jacket in her hand. For a moment her heart sank. She had been hoping for something a little more substantial, at least a hoodie or something. But it was better than nothing, and once she got to her suitcase she'd be home free. At least she'd have something on her body for the walk through the airport.

"Thank you!" she said sincerely, baring her body again to put on the jacket.

Jenny smiled. "No worries! Now c'mon, I've gotta get you off this plane." Jenny grabbed her hand, pulling her back out into the aisle. Candace pulled on her backpack at the last second.

As they walked out into the airport, Candace became aware of a few problems with her attire. She buttoned the singular button at the bottom of the garment, and could see that the middle of the blazer was so open that both her tits were visible. Not only that, but the thing was short. It came to stop right at the center of her ass, letting her cheeks show obviously out the bottom.

The fabric in the front stopped right at the end of her pussy, but it also split open, coming to rest on either side of her hairless crotch. It was still wet, and she could feel air. With Jenny holding one of her hands, she could choose to cover only one part of her body. She settled with holding her blazer closed, covering her tits, and slouching down to try and make the garment longer.

"Alright, safe and sound! You know where you're headed? You gotta go to baggage claim?" Jenny was just too helpful.

"Y-yeah," Candace said, looking around at the new audience of people who got to see her humiliation. "I've got- I've got clothes in my checked luggage."

"Well, good!" Jenny said, then mercifully let go of her other hand. Jenny patted her on the shoulder. "You're gonna want to go to carousel 8!"

Candace gave her one last tight smile, then turned and walked away. She could feel eyes follow her as she walked through the airport, heart pounding, feeling her bare toes on carpet, then tile, then carpet again. People were pointing at her, whispering things. Though none of her private areas were on display anymore, she was very obviously only wearing a shirt.

She kept her eyes low, only looking up to follow the signs to baggage claim. Once she got there, this nightmare would finally be over.