Clothing Aisle

Jordan knew what she had to do. A quick sprint to the clothing section, pick anything to cover herself. Go home. It was simple. Jordan strapped her backpack tight to herself. She could not have that slipping away from her in the middle of her sprint. Jordan creeped out into the hallway that lead to the door. No one yet. She looked aboard, she saw it. A short distance, just past the suitcases and travel section. Boom. The women's clothing section. Jordan covered her crotch with hands.

Her face was a nice hew of pink. Flushed against her pale skin. She was more nervous than she had ever been. Jordan started. Tearing through the aisle, she went as fast as her naked legs could allow her to go. Jordan wasn't used to this level of physical exertion and that fact quickly caught up to her. She stumbled to a halt, out of breathe, but she made it. She hunched, heavy breathing.

"Jordan?" she heard a female voice call out, Jordans eyes went wide, as she shot her hands to covering herself bottom. She turned towards the voice, to see Veronica the girl from earlier. She didn't know she knew her name.

"Hey...Veronica, I-uhhh--" Jordan stuttered as she grew noticeably red.

"Where are your pants?' She asked,

"Well you see, there was thing and, than I uhh needed to be searched and than like actually you came- and uhh, its a long story?" Jordan winced, "Can you help me out here? Girl to Girl."

"Uhh yeah sure--" Veronica said, "But wait.." Jordan whined at those words, "I'm gonna dress you how I want to, end to toe."

The two were interrupted by the radio of a worker nearby. Jordan panicked, zooming to the changing room. She shut herself into a stall.

"Veronica!" Jordan shouted, "Sure I don't care, just get me clothes!"