She has to lose a little more

Carter groaned.

"It's close enough," Neykov said. "We can afford to lose a spanner, that'll cover the difference."

"Do you want to tell the bigwigs that?" Allen said. "Especially if it goes wrong. Do you want to be the one to say Major Carter couldn't effect a vital repair because you thought it was 'close enough?' Or for her to run out of gas and get marooned in space because you wouldn't do your job?"

"Now hold on!" Neykov said.

Carter closed her eyes. The bickering wasn't helping.

"It's fine," Carter lied, masking her expression. "It's not like I'm expecting much company up there."

"You're sure?" Neykov said.

Carter blushed and, rather than answer him, looked away so that she didn't have to meet his eyes. She pulled her bra off over her head, and crossed her arms over her chest, hiding her boobs from the crew. Reluctantly she looked down at the numbers.

Still not enough. Before she could talk herself out of it, she went to lose her last article of clothing. Carter left one arm over her breasts, a hand cupping one and her forearm pressed over the other, and bit her lip as she shimmied her panties down with her other hand. She only pulled them low enough to pass her ass, then kept her shaking hand held over her pussy and relied on wriggling on the spot to make her underwear fall. She kicked them away, leaving her naked on the scales.

The digital display flickered, showing 125, but also showing a few extra milligrams.

"There," Neykov said.

"Too much," Allen muttered, annoyed. "Still..."

"Too much? It's milligrams!" Neykov said.

"Do you know how much even one milligram is in the vacuum of space?" Allen said. "We'll get shut down for good if we defy safety procedures and something goes wrong! We need to follow the regulations to the letter if we want to do anything."

"What do you suggest?" Neykov said. "Start peeling her skin off?"

"I'm against that," Carter added.

"No, no, probably not worth it," Allen said.

"Probably?!" Carter said.

Allen looked her up and down. It was probably more embarrassing that even with the Major naked in front of him, a sight that a number of her comrades had vocally expressed a desire to see, he seemed so much more analytical than involved.

"Move your hand," he said, looking at her crotch.

"Now wait a second," Carter said.

He ignored her, reaching for her wrist and for a second catching her by surprise, tugging it to the side so her could peer at her vagina. She hastily snatched her hand back, blush now much more evident.

"Been a few days since you shaved," he said.

"That is none of your business," Carter said.

"It's an avenue," Allen said. "Hair follicles have weight. A few milligrams might be enough."

"If hair's the concern, you could just look at my head," Carter said. Allen shook his head.

"And risk giving you a military-unapproved haircut?" he said. "Neykov, send someone out for some waxing strips. Launch is in an hour, should be done by then."

Carter reddened, but decided to say nothing. It was better to just get it over with, she reflected, if she could handle being tortured by Goa'uld then she could handle some impromptu grooming. Quickly she stepped off the scales, hurrying to a nearby office.

She sat around, once she was out of sight of the Theseus's room, waiting. When Allen came in with the waxing strips, she pointedly waited for him to leave before taking care of herself, gritting her teeth as she tugged the strips off her skin. That wasn't something she'd ever pictured herself doing in a CO's office.

Her next weigh-in was at just the right weight. Relieved, Carter sprinted past all the work-crew and gratefully locked herself inside the Theseus.

"Tell them to bring a spare uniform through the gate when they come to pick me up!" Carter shouted as the door shut.

She got an answering knock. Then the nude Major Carter sat herself down, waiting for lift-off.