The flight attendant strips Lacey naked

The flight attendant turned back to Lacey's row and asked her "Ma'am, your sister says you suffer from many of the same problems as your family. I think it's unfortunate that you have to suffer from these qualms, so I think it would be best if I could help relieve your stress."

Lacey was about to say something when Monica interjected "Oh yes, after she came back to her seat she kept fidgeting and wouldn't focus on her crossword puzzle." Lacey turned and gave Monica a shocked expression.

"That was because the seatbelt kept slipping!" Lacey protested. This was true, but it wasn't due to the buckle but rather the worn material of the belt itself.

The attendant unbuckled Lacey's seatbelt, and with a satisfying click it rebuckled. "Hmmm, that doesn't seem to be the case."

"B-but ... the belt ..." muttered Lacey as she got increasingly flustered.

"Oh honey, it's just your nerves working up," the attendant reassured her. "Hold, this, please," the attendant gave Monica Lacey's Coke and items for safekeeping while she lifted up Lacey's tray and grabbed the hem of her t-shirt.

"Please don't take my clothes off," Lacey protested.

"Honey, just relax. Your sister and mother are also in their birthday suits and they're more comfortable than ever! The more you resist the worse your nerves will get," the attendant said as she slipped the t-shirt up and over Lacey's head and arms, folding it on the armrest.

Lacey was nonplussed and felt no use in resisting as the attendant unclasped her bra and put it on top of the shirt.

"Please sit up a little," the attendant ordered as she unbuckled Lacey's seatbelt. Lacey decided to give one last entreaty.

"P-please, I don't want to be naked," Lacey started as the blood drained from her face.

"Ma'am, this will be over in a second," the attendant started being more authoritative as she undid Lacey's jeans and put both thumbs in the waistband of the jeans and panties.

Lacey stared at her for a few seconds but the attendant didn't budge. Not even bothering to sigh, Lacey raised her butt up a little as the attendant slipped her bottoms down and let Lacey sit back down, even having the courtesy of rebuckling her seatbelt. Off came Lacey's shoes and socks, the latter which the attendant rolled up neatly, and so did the last two items of Lacey's clothing. The attendant separated the panties, rezipped and rebuttoned the jeans, and folded everything properly to put on the stack of clothes on the armrest.

"Now, I know this might be new for you, but it's perfectly okay and I want you to be calm and comfortable," the attendant consoled the new nude as she took the clothes and put it under Sam's seat in front of Lacey. "I don't want you trying to put those back on until we're fully landed and ready for deplaning, okay?" the flight attendant rubbed Lacey's naked left shoulder and upper arm, "I'm sure the kind lady next to you will see to that," she motioned to Monica as she took Lacey's stuff back and flipped the tray back down.

"O-okay," Lacey could only muster as she sipped her Coke nervously.

"Good, now I have to get back up with my colleague for cart duty," the attendant noted as a parting remark. Lacey could not believe what had just happened.

Meanwhile, Joanne was starting to stir from her slumber.