She gets up and goes to the bathroom.

Candace got up, letting the guy go to his seat, then continued walking down the aisle. Maybe once she was in the bathroom, in private, she could figure something out.

Hands cupped over her pussy, she walked briskly down the aisle. She could feel people staring at her, could hear little whispered comments. She focused on putting one foot in front of the other.

Finally, she reached the bathroom, but to her horror, it was occupied! She wanted to cry. Candace stood in place, trying to quickly figure out the best way to cover herself. She settled on holding the torn sides of her panties together with one hand, and holding the other hand over her pussy, since the worn fabric didn't quite stretch back into place.

The front row of people were staring at her, talking about her, laughing at her. "Check that out," someone said.

"Jeez," his friend said. "Short shorts, huh?"

Just when she couldn't bear it anymore, she heard the loud plane toilet flush and saw the door unlock. Candace slipped past a very confused woman, who held the door open for her. As she entered, Candace lost her grip on the panties, and they fluttered down, giving the passengers a clear idea of how close to nudity she was.

She shut the door, but not before hearing a few shocked exclamations. Her face burned.