A hiccup

"Ma'am", the hunky TSA agent barked at me, "I'm going to need you to take your belt off and empty your pockets."

I patted myself down and realized I already did. I rubbed my neck and arms to confirm that I had no jewelry on either.

"Uhhh..." I stammered as Kim looked at me with a delighted grin, "I already did."

"Looks like some of your clothes are setting off the metal detector, then," the agent clarified, "may I pat you down?"

"Uhhh, sure," I stammered, before the guard patted his meaty paws all over me. I was starting to get flustered at the attention he was giving me, his flesh on mine, even with my clothes on.

"Hmmm, I didn't feel anything suspicious. Go ahead and try again, maybe it was just the metal detector."

I walked through again, and still there was a beep!

"Hmmm, ma'am, I'll need to escort you to a private area under curtains to do a strip search and run your clothes through the scanner."

I blushed furiously at the thought, while Kim piped up.

"Luna, maybe you should just strip here and save us some time!"

My loins heated up at this suggestion, but I managed to eke out an "officer..."

"Protocol dictates that we shield you from the rest of the airport during the search," the officer assured me. I was scared that Kim would take my clothes if I separated from them, though.