Lacey rerouted it

[Credit goes to Ewong for this idea]

The family went to the carousel to get Sam's bag while Lacey snickered to herself. The family waited, and waited, and waited for tens of minutes as people collected their luggage and stared at the barely-dressed (and in Sam's case, undressed) trio.

Sam's bag never showed while Lacey started to chuckle rather loudly. Sam glared at her.

"Alright, smart guy, where is it?"

"Where's what?" Lacey covered her grinning mouth and acted innocently.

"Where's my bag?"

"Okay, you got me. I asked the flight crew to reroute it."

"What!?!?!?!" Sam and Joanne reacted. "Oh Lacey Deanne, you are so grounded!" Joanne tried to assert whatever maternal authority she still had over her daughters.

"Lacey, this isn't funny and I'm really cold," Sam shivered again and rubbed her goosebumped body. She unzipped Lacey's bag and started pulling things out of it. She grabbed a coat and flats, a pair of wool socks, and a pair of panties. She tried the panties, but the buxom brunette's bum was much bigger than the blonde's toned and slim derriere and the panties slid right down her legs. She tried a pair of tights, but they once again turned out to be looses. Sam sighed, gave up on trying to get dressed with anything else, and just put on the coat, shoes, and socks. At least the thigh-highs complemented nicely with the flats, looking like hose, and with the coat even seemed swank for those blissfully unaware of what was underneath.

"Okay, where's my bag?"

"Hmmmm?" Lacey once again played dumb and smiled.

"That's it, if you don't tell me where my bag is, I'm throwing away the rest of your clothes," Sam said as she grabbed a handful of garments.