Janet stepped onto the plane bare assed naked. She had tried covering herself when Heidi pulled her down the passenger boarding bridge, but she couldn’t manage it and keep from tripping over her own feet, so she gave up.

Janet was ushered onto the plane and directed politely but firmly to sit down and fasten her seat belt. She was in such a daze that she barely noticed the gasps from the other passengers as she walked by. She’d even forgotten to cover herself until she was already seated.

She had selected a Window seat when she bought the ticket so she could sleep without being interrupted every time her neighbor needed to use the restroom. The layout of the airplane had 3 rows of seats. The outside rows had three seats per aisle and the center aisle had four seats. The plane was essentially full, though an older Asian woman was sitting in her seat when she arrived. There was also a Caucasian man sitting in the aisle seat with the center seat unoccupied.

“Excuse me, but that is my seat,” Janet told the woman.

The man’s eyes widened. On closer look, both the man and the woman appeared to be in their 40s. The man got up and gestured for Janet to take the middle seat. The woman gave him a dirty look and got up and said, “THIS is her seat.” Pointing at the window seat.

Janet suddenly remembered that she was standing there stark naked. No wonder he looked at me that way. She thought as she casually covered her breasts with one arm and her pubic area with the other.

The woman’s cross look was now directed at Janet as she slid past the couple and took her seat. Is she mad because I made the plane late? Janet wondered.

The man and the woman began to argue about who should take the middle seat. Normally this is not the desirable place to sit, but in this case, both of them wanted to sit next to Janet. She understood why the man wanted this but after a minute realized that these two must be traveling together and she wasn’t letting the man she was with sit next to a 22-year-old naked girl for the next 6 hours.

Janet was feeling a bit numb from everything that had just happened. She started recounting everything that had gone wrong. Thirty minutes ago, she was happily dressed and ready to go for the interview that was going to move her life forward and put some distance between herself and her meddling mom. Since then, she had to endure a strip search, the fear that someone might have brought a gun into the airport, the humiliation of having to run naked through an airport, and now she was stuck on a flight for the next six hours next to a bickering couple and she was still completely naked.

At least I can still make it to the interview. She thought. It wasn’t much consolation, but she knew that she would feel a lot better once she got to Charterville and was able to get dressed. She was hoping for at least a mild bit of privacy when the cabin light finally turned off.

Janet suddenly realized that the plane had not moved. How long have we been waiting here? She wondered. She looked out the window and could see the ground crew loading luggage.

Didn’t Jimmy say he finished that already? She wondered. Janet kept looking to see how many more they had left. Wait, she thought, they aren’t loading the bags. They are unloading them. Why would they do that?

Janet watched as two men, one of whom she assumed to be Jimmy, pulled bag after bag out of the luggage compartment.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking.” Said a deep male voice over the plane’s intercom. “We apologize for the delay, but a passenger requested their bag to be removed. Once we get that straightened out, we’ll get you on your way.”

“Yes!” Janet whispered as her heart filled with hope. If they bring me my suitcase, I can get dressed.

She continued to watch as the suitcases kept coming off one by one. Then she saw it. She saw her powder blue roller bag with a red ribbon tied onto the handle. She watched as the bag was set aside and the rest of the suitcases were systematically loaded back onto the plane.

When the last bag was loaded, saw her bag sitting triumphantly on the tarmac. She excitedly started to get up, but stopped short by the glare the woman next to her stared daggers into her heart.

“Excuse me,” Janet said. “I need to go get my bag.”

“The fasten seat belt sign is there for a reason.” The woman said.

“But I need to get my bag before takeoff,” Janet said excitedly.

“Get it later.” The woman said flatly. “We are late enough as it is.”

With that, the plane lurched backward. ‘Are we moving?’ Janet thought. How did they get the bag onboard so fast?

To her horror, she looked back to see her suitcase sitting where they had left it. She wanted to scream, but panic left her speechless. She worked her jaw, but nothing came out.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Again, I would like to apologize for the delay. We should be in the air in a few minutes.” The captain’s voice cracked over the intercom again.

Janet started to get up again but was stopped short by the glare of the woman sitting next to her. Instead, she pressed the call button. A flight attendant walking down the aisle stopped and asked, “Hi, what can I do for you?”

The flight attendant was a middle-aged woman of Indian descent but spoke with an American accent.

“We need to go back,” Janet said.

“What? That’s impossible. We are already moving.” The flight attendant replied.

“But my suitcase was taken off the plane,” Janet explained. “I saw it sitting on the ground when we pulled away.”

Janet felt her legs getting wet and realized that her eyes were tearing up. “Please.” She pleaded.

“I’m sorry. You can check in with the airline when you arrive and your suitcase will be forwarded to your destination.” The flight attendant said.

“This is the only flight tonight, but if you are lucky you can have it by tomorrow night or the next day at the latest.” The flight attendant continued.

“Is there anything else I can get you?” the flight attendant asked. “Would you like a blanket?”

Janet nodded passively. What am I going to do? She wondered.

The flight attendant handed Janet a blanket and pillow. Janet thanked her and quickly wrapped herself in the blanket. At least I don’t have to be naked for the entire flight. Janet thought, tears still streaming down her cheeks.

The flight attendant left to go demonstrate as the safety instructions were read over the intercom. Janet didn’t pay much attention, as she wracked her brain about what she would do when the plane arrived in Charterville. She considered that she might need to just interview naked. She dismissed that idea, as it would be too embarrassing and besides, she still needed to figure out a way to get the job.

She opened her handbag to see if she missed something.

– Her driver’s license
– Her cell phone
– Enough traveling money to cover her meals
– Her insurance card

Even if she could figure out where to buy an outfit on the cheap, there was no time for shopping. The plane was scheduled to arrive at 8:30 AM and her interview started at 9:00. Not only that, but now the plane was delayed so they could pull her suitcase off and leave it in San Francisco. Her ride would probably already be waiting for her when she landed.

The plane shook as they made their turn to get on the runway. The captain’s voice sounded over the intercom, “Flight crew prepare for takeoff.”
Janet watched the flight attendants head to their seats. She really needed to pee.

The engine noise revved up and got very loud. The airplane lurched forward, pinning Janet back to her seat. Janet stared out the window as the lights along the ground began moving away. She could feel the gentle upward life as they slowly made their way up into the air. Janet watched in horror as she moved further and further away from her clothes.

After a couple of minutes, the lights of the city were replaced with the glint of the moon off the Pacific Ocean. They continued to ascend until even the reflection on the water was no longer visible, replaced by the eerie halo reflection of moonlight on the clouds. Janet could feel the plane shift as it began a hard turn to the left.

After straightening out, she could feel it climbing again. After a few minutes, the plane leveled off and she watched the fasten seat belt sign go off.
“Excuse me. I need to get up.” Janet told her neighbors.

The woman glared at her again, before tapping the man on the shoulder and the two of them let her out.

Janet kept the blanket wrapped around her as she stood up. The couple sat back down and the man offered to hold her blanket for her until she got back.

Janet’s eyes widened, shocked at the proposition. “No thank you.” She told him.

She walked to the restroom to pee. She didn’t want to get the blanket wet, so she hung it on a hook on the door as she peed. She got up and washed her hands. After drying them, she pulled the blanket off of the hook. She tried wrapping it around herself like a bath towel. The blanket was smaller than the towels she had at home. If she wrapped it around herself, it barely had enough room to tie it off and keep it from falling on the floor. Also, it only fell to her thighs, so when she sat down she was still going to have her pubic hair sticking out the bottom.

If I had a shirt, I could at least wear this as a wraparound skirt. She thought.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door to head back to her seat. A line had formed outside of the restrooms, so she had to squeeze past a woman and three men to get back to her seat. As she passed the second man, her blanket caught on the edge of the seat and pulled off. It took her a second to realize and she was already in the process of squeezing past the third man.

Janet froze, her bare body pressed between 2 men, one standing in front of her and a second one sitting beside her.

“Sorry,” she said as she turned to see that her blanket had fallen on the floor. Guys were normally eager to help her when she dropped something, but this time they just stood there slack-jawed as they stared and this suddenly naked girl.

“Here.” Came a stern woman’s voice. She had picked up the blanket and handed it past the two men to get it to Janet.

“Thank you,” Janet said, forcing her best smile. The men still didn’t move and she needed to stretch as far as she could to get to her blanket.

Finally, as she was about to get to it, the second man in line suddenly became ‘helpful’ and snatched it from the woman. “Let me help you with this.” She said with an eager smile.

“Thanks,” Janet said as she regained her balance. Janet was still standing uncomfortably between 2 men. She reached her left arm out so the man could hand her the blanket, but instead, he took his time. First, he made a brushing gesture over the blanket and then tried to shake it off.

“Oh.” He said. “This thing has been on the floor. We should get you a new one.” He continued.

“It’s okay.” She said impatiently. “I just want to return to my seat.”

“Great, go have a seat.” He insisted. “Give me a minute and I will go find you a new one.”

Janet stood there to argue, but the bathroom door opened up and the guy disappeared with her blanket in hand. At this point, she had a choice to wait for him in the aisle or wait for him in her seat.

She slowly made her way back to her seat. Awkwardly, three more men had gotten in line for her to press past. Janet tried facing away as she slid past the first one, but that was worse as he took the opportunity to goose her, causing her to jump into the lap of a man seated in front of her.

“Sorry,” she squeaked as she tried scrambling back to her feet.

“My pleasure” came the reply as he helped her up. Did he squeeze my breast? She wondered but decided to hurry back to her seat instead of pressing the issue.

The next guy she faced head-on, and had to back to a woman seated behind her. This is embarrassing. She thought as the last one in line looked to be a 10-year-old boy.

“Why are you naked?” he asked curiously.

“I…” she began but didn’t know how to complete that sentence.

Fortunately, his mother stood up behind him, simultaneously swatting him on the butt for being nosy and covering his eyes as she passed. Janet also noticed the glare that was even harsher than the woman seated next to her.

Janet got back to her row and froze. That woman is going to kill me if I come back naked. She thought. She stood there staring at the back of the guy’s head and ironically remembered that he had offered to hold her blanket for her while she went to the bathroom. Why didn’t I say yes? She wondered regretfully.

Janet looked back to see if the guy with her blanket was coming back. She watched the door he had gone in so she could confront him and get her blanket back quickly. She watched as the door opened, and an older woman walked out. Where did he go? Janet wondered. She began looking for him sitting in one of the seats and realized that while she faced the rear of the airplane, everyone seated could get a clear view of her standing there.

Red-faced, she turned to see if she could spot the flight attendant to get another blanket and almost smacked the woman who sat next to her in the face with her breast. Stepping back, Janet apologized. The woman glared at her and stood back so Janet could take her seat.

“Oh, I am looking for the flight attendant,” Janet said.

“Well, I need to go to the bathroom.” The woman responded firmly.

Janet complied and slid back into her seat. The man sat back down and his wife, she assumed, headed to the rear of the plane. As she sat buckled in, the lights in the plane were dimmed.

Janet let her eyes adjust to the darkness. As she was about to press the call button again, the man reached up and switched on the reading light, stealing what little privacy the dimmed cabin lights afforded her.

He pretended to be reading the inflight magazine, but Janet could feel him staring at her out of the corner of his eye. Janet folded her arms over her chest, in part because she was a bit chilly all of a sudden, but mostly to cover her breasts as this guy kept staring at her.

As she was about to reach up to call the flight attendant back, the woman returned. Janet was getting tired of this woman glaring at her so hard all the time. I didn’t do this on purpose you bitch. Janet thought. She’d had enough of this. Instead of pressing the call light, she pressed the reading light.

Ever since she first had to undress at the airport, Janet had felt dear and humiliated about being naked. It wasn’t her fault, not really. Sure, she sprayed her braw and panties with metallic paint to keep the body scanner from taking pictures of her body, but it wasn’t her fault that her clothes got taken by another passenger. It wasn’t her fault that they left her luggage in San Francisco instead of bringing it on the plane for her to get dressed.

Why is this lady looking at me like I am a criminal? She thought angrily.

Janet had kept herself covered up as much as possible before, but right now she didn’t care. With her body fully illuminated by the reading lamp, she didn’t even pretend to want to read anything. Instead she simply reclined her seat, raised her knees to prop against the seat in front of her, and leaned her head against the pillow.

Let ‘em look. She thought sullenly. She began to regret her decision as she could sense that a lot of eyes were staring at her. She also heard the harumphs and tsk tsks coming from several nearby women. The woman next to her didn’t make a sound.

Janet decided to close her eyes, though she could still see the glare of the reading light on her eyelids. It somehow made her feel better not seeing how many people were watching her lay there.

This was the first time since this began that she had thought about how she felt being naked in public like this. At first, all she could think of was how embarrassed she felt. That started to fade, but still felt afraid something bad might happen to her. Other than the creep who goosed her butt coming back from the bathroom, nothing bad has happened to her.

She was certain that people were still staring at her, but somehow it felt different. When she thought about how embarrassing it was, it made her want to cover herself as much as possible. Now she was choosing not only to show herself but to do it in a way that made her the centerpiece.
Instead of feeling embarrassed, she felt… good. How is that possible? She wondered.

Janet had never been intimate with a man before. That tends to happen when you won’t let anybody see you naked. There was one boy she liked when she was 14. He took her out on a date once. They went to see a stupid superhero movie at the theater near her house. When he walked her home at the end, she let him kiss her.

She remembered that because it was the first time she had ever felt like she wanted someone to see her naked. It was an exhilarating sensation that started in her toes and ran through her body like a numbing wave.

Janet opened her eyes. She realized that she had been touching herself. She quickly reached up and switched off the light. She knew that everybody was watching her, and she wanted it to go away. What was I doing? She said to herself sternly. Her hand was now wet, and so was the seat beneath her.

She wished she could get up and go wash her hands. But there was no way she would ask that woman to move again after what she just did.
With the lights off, she could only sit there, her head still leaning against the pillow. Janet still had no idea what she was going to do when the plane landed. If she didn’t show up for the interview, she wouldn’t get reimbursed. If she showed up like this… What am I going to do? She continued wondering.

Janet yawned.

It had been a long day already and now it was well past midnight.

I’ll just rest my eyes for a minute. She thought.

Janet felt the plane lurch accompanied by a loud screeching sound that made her eyes bolt open. Looking around the interior of the plane was lit up with sunlight. What time is it? She wondered, but another screech and a realization that they were on the ground.

Janet sat the rest of the way up and laid the pillow across her lap. She froze for a second and she just remembered that she was naked. Placing her right arm across her breasts and adjusting the pillow to cover her pubic hair, she began shaking.

She wasn’t cold. The fear had returned and she wanted to run and hide in the bathroom until everyone was gone. She also had to pee, but she remembered this conversation from before they left and didn’t want to get scolded about the fasten seat belt sign again by this angry woman next to her.

Instead, she looked at the clock on her cell phone. It read 8:15 AM. SHIT! She thought.

“Excuse me.” Said the woman next to her. Even her anger had subsided.

“Did I say that out loud?” Janet asked. “Sorry.”

The woman sighed. “What’s wrong?”

“My appointment is at 9:00 and we aren’t even at the gate yet,” Janet said.

“I’m sorry, but we can’t make the plane taxi any faster.” She responded.

“I know but…” Janet began.

The woman laughed. “It’s not like you have to wait for luggage, right?”

Janet thought about it for a second and managed a weak laugh.

“I do have to file a report, but that can wait. I just hoped I would have time to get myself freshened up first.” Janet confided.

The woman opened her purse and pulled out a hairbrush and a small mirror. “Here.” she offered.

Why is she being so nice? Janet wondered, accepting them.

Janet kept the small hand mirror pointed at her face and hair. She didn’t need another reminder that she was butt naked on a plane 2,500 miles away from her clothes. She concentrated on straightening the tangles in her hair. She never wore makeup, so there were no smudges or anything. She had clearly been crying in her sleep, so she wiped the dried tears away.

“Thank you,” Janet said as she handed the brush and mirror back to the woman. The plane had finally parked and after about a minute the door opened, letting people off.

One row after another, Janet watched everyone stand up. Most people grabbed their carry-on bags out of one of the bins above the seats. Janet watched, her face turning red as she felt the pangs of regret for checking her bag in instead of just carrying it onto the flight.

When it was their turn, the man stood up to let his wife out ahead of him. She started to walk out and realized that he was waiting for Janet too. It was obvious that he wanted to watch the naked Asian woman walk out ahead of him. Janet motioned him to go but he seemed insistent. As she was about to stand, his wife grabbed him by the arm and about yanked him out of his shoes.

He took the hint and walked out with his wife. Janet followed behind. He seemed to want to linger to talk to her one more time, but his wife kept pulling on him. For her part, Janet really did have to pee.

Janet made her way down the boarding bridge and made it three steps into the terminal before she froze in pace. Her abrupt stop caused the man who had been following her out to bump into her causing her to take two more steps to catch her balance. He murmured an irritated-sounding apology, but she barely heard him.

Until now, everything that had happened had left her in a bit of a daze. She was so focused on not missing the flight, that even the humiliation of running stark naked through the airport was merely a nuisance that she had to endure. Then getting pulled onto the airplane by the boarding crew felt like something out of her control. Everything that had happened until now felt like it was out of her control. Now, here, in this well-lit airport at 8:35 in the morning, she was making a choice to walk across out in public, surrounded by God and everybody, stark naked. Not only that, but she was also choosing to go into an interview so that she could be questioned by her potential employer with the added pressure that if she didn’t get this job, she agreed to let her mom set her up with a husband!

The other passengers were now veering around her, though still brushing her on either side as they did. She was also aware of everyone who hadn’t been on that plan and was now staring at the nude Asian woman with mixes of glee and outrage.

Janet still really needed to pee. She willed her feet to start moving forward. She had abandoned the idea of covering her nudity. She decided that, given the circumstances, it was more awkward for her to cover herself, while maintaining the façade of being a nudist. Trying as hard as she could to walk naturally, she headed straight to the ladies’ room.

At least that was the plan. The first restroom had a line of about 40 women waiting. Janet saw a sign that pointed her to “Ground Transportation”. Her driver was probably already waiting for her there. She walked past the restroom and followed the sign. I’m sure there’s another one. She thought, hopeful that she could relieve herself before getting into a stranger’s car.

Janet has never seen an airport quite like Charterville Douglas Airport. If anything it looked more like she was walking through a shopping mall than an airport. She passed jewelry stores, restaurants, and clothing shops. If only she had time to stop, but it would take way too long for her to find something appropriate to interview. She was sure to pick something up on the way back through.

The next women’s restroom she saw had a sign that said Out of Order posted in front of it. She considered risking it but could see a pool of water just inside the doorway.

DING

Is that my cell phone? Janet wondered. She pulled it out of her handbag. There was a text message from an unknown number.
Your courtesy shuttle is waiting at door 4

Janet looked around nervously. She really had to pee. She didn’t see anyone going in or out of the men’s room. She went another 20 steps or so and could see the door that led her outside. Damn, no other restrooms this way! She decided to chance it with the men’s room.

Since she was the only naked Asian woman in the area, there was no way for her to sneak anywhere, since everyone was watching her. So instead she decided to act casual and just strolled in.

She’d never actually been in a men’s bathroom, though she had seen them depicted on TV before. The bathroom seemed to be divided into columns. As she walked in, the leftmost column had sinks and mirrors on both sides. She continued walking toward the right and saw a row of small partitions. There were 2 startled-looking men standing in partitions on one side facing the wall.

Janet flushed red when she realized that they had noticed her watching them and got even redder when she realized that they were standing in front of urinals peeing. She quickly walked to the third column, which contained what she was looking for. There were 5 stalls with doors. None of them seemed occupied. She opened the first one, it was filthy.

There are at least 10 urinals over there. Why would someone come in here to pee on the seat?

She remembered that she was in a hurry so quickly checked the next one. Also dirty. When she got to the third one, she decided that men are disgusting. Who doesn’t flush when they do THAT? She wondered.

The fourth one was the cleanest so far, but she still had no intention of sitting on the seat. She was happy that at least there was a door she could close. She decided to hover over the bowl and pee.

It is not a neat process. When you are sitting down, all of the urine makes it into the bowl, but add a few inches of height and the spray goes everywhere. She was glad to see half a roll of toilet paper to dry herself off when she was done. She then did her best to tidy up the toilet seat before flushing.

Janet spent a few seconds texting the driver that her flight was delayed, and she would be there in a few minutes. No sense in chancing him leaving her stranded and this whole thing be for nothing.

Janet walked out of the stall and nearly froze as she found that several men had come into the bathroom. Since none of them were actually using the facility, she wondered why they all came in. By their stares, she realized that they must have followed her in to take a closer look. They watched her silently. What are they going to do? She wondered.

There wasn’t much she could do, and she was in a hurry anyway, so she just brushed past them. Her hands were still a little damp from wiping up pee, so she stopped to wash up as quickly as possible. Janet saw her reflection in the mirror and flushed again. Of course, she was aware of her nakedness, but seeing it staring back at you was something else.

She decided to look anyway. If she was going into her interview, she had better at least make sure she didn’t have a smudge or some food stuck to her body that she hadn’t noticed before. She looked herself up and down. No smudges or food, so that was good. Her breasts were about the size of navel oranges, and just as firm. She thought that the air conditioner must be too high since her nipples were pointing out.

Janet’s stomach was flat, she played sports in college and even after still manages to get to the gym regularly. Her eyes bulged a bit when she saw her pubic hair or lack thereof. She remembered giving herself a bikini wax a couple of weeks ago. She went to play volleyball on the beach with her friends and wanted to make sure that nothing stuck out from her bathing suit. She kind of overdid it with the bikini wax and only left a thin strip of hair. Janet saw her entire body turn beet red as she realized that her vagina was completely exposed.

No more looking! She concluded. Janet left the men’s room at a sprint. She turned the corner and could see light peering through the window. It was just a window, not the actual exit as she thought. The hallway turned again and she was now moving parallel to the street to her left.

Janet kept running but kept her eyes on the signage. She went about another 200’ and saw an arrow directing her toward Ground Transportation among other things. The hallway opened up into a large room, she could see the baggage carousels and a couple of hundred people standing around waiting for their suitcases. Janet felt a flash of jealousy, wishing that her bag had somehow made it onto the flight.
She knew that she needed to contact the airline so she could give instructions on her bag, but didn’t have time so she just stopped long enough to get the phone number.

Janet stopped briefly and stared at the exits to the airport. There were several doors, each labeled with a number. She got to door 4 and stopped again. She watched the sunlight trying to force its way through the tinted glass. Every few seconds one of the automatic doors would open and close and people walked past it or through it going into and out of the airport.

Almost everyone walking in seemed to pause, taking a minute to realize that they were seeing a naked Asian woman standing there, before moving on. Janet had begun blocking out all of the strangers’ stares. A lot of men complimented her on her bravery or just asked for her number. She did her best to ignore them. When someone wanted to start a conversation, she would pretend not to speak English.
Good thing there aren’t a lot of Chinese around here to translate for them. She mused.

Janet stood there, afraid of what would come next. She could see through the door a wide sidewalk with cars pulling up either dropping people off or picking them up. There was a crosswalk to a second sidewalk, where courtesy buses and vans waited. Taking a deep breath, Janet walked outside.