See-through babydoll

Naomi put on the blue babydoll grudgingly. Anything was better than nudity, but this wasn't much of a step up. One of her racier pieces of clothing, the babydoll's lacy bodice clung tightly to her breasts, the very definition of titillation. The translucent fabric likewise clung to her waist and hips, accentuating her curves far more than clotheslessness ever would. Naomi's rosy pink nipples were clearly visible through the sheer material, as was the landing strip of hair on her mons.

Naomi hadn't worn the babydoll all summer, and now she remembered why: all those weeks at the gym toning her muscles had resulted in a lusciously curved backside, which was now too prominent for the slim babydoll to cover adequately. What had one stopped mid-thigh now stopped just at the end of her ass. Any movement, any slight bending forward, would expose her pussy and ass for the world to see.

There was no time to change again, though. Her dad had already taken down the improvised screen, and her mom had closed up the bag. They rushed through the process of checking bags before hitting security--without incident, much to Naomi's relief. They boarded the plane uneventfully, although some of the passengers took a moment to gawk at Naomi's assets.

The first part of the flight passed likewise without any difficulties. Naomi slipped on some headphones and did her best to zone out. If she didn't draw attention to herself, no one would bother her. But halfway through the flight, she had to get up and pee.

She nervously paced towards the washroom at the front of the plane. The narrow gap between the seats **** her to put one foot in front of the other, emphasizing her hip-sway far more than she would like in her current attire. The passengers behind her were treated to a delightful (for some) view of her rounded, newly-minted bubble butt moving from side to side.

The bathroom was occupied when she reached the front, so she had to stand there for several moments. She crossed her arms over her chest to hide her nipples, erect from the cool cabin air. Naomi exhaled a breath of relief as the bathroom opened and one of the plane's female flight attendants stepped out.

The attendant looked Naomi up and down, as if to appraise her, and gave her an approving wink. As Naomi brushed past to enter the bathroom, the attendant surreptitiously reached out and gave one of Naomi's butt cheeks a gentle squeeze. "Very nice," the attendant whispered, before passing on.

Mortified, Naomi locked herself in the bathroom and sat on the toilet seat. She had to compose herself before she could actually fulfil the purpose of this visit. She was extremely careful to wipe herself, given her lack of underwear. After washing her hands, she took a moment to look at her face in the mirror and what she could see of her chest.

"I actually do look rather nice," she said. Maybe if she took that to heart, if she owned it, she could get through this more easily.

So when she exited the bathroom, she told herself she wouldn't be embarrassed. She squared her shoulders. It's like you're walking the catwalk, girl.

Then the plane hit turbulence, and Naomi's confidence went the same way as her balance.