No way!

No, that was bullshit! I wasn't going to throw clothes to the wind just because of a ridiculous loophole! If the stickers wanted to play it that way, so could I!

I walked up to my bedroom door and opened it just enough to peak my head out of. Dad might say he was comfortable with seeing me naked, but I sure as hell wasn't comfortable with anyone seeing me naked, least of all him. I could hear him working in the laundry room, which meant my way to the bathroom was clear.

A quick rush and I shut the bathroom door behind me. The bathroom was a small shower/bath combo, with ugly yellow tiling and a plain wood and faux stone counter. The tile was what I was looking for.

I sat down cross legged and looked at my foot. This was the moment of truth, whether my theory was true or not. I bit my lip and lowered my foot onto the tile seam and ran my heel over it several times. When I pulled it back...

The tattoo was still there. Which meant that even if I put on clothes, the world would conspire to strip me bare for everyone to see. I felt my heart sink and my head roll back to thud gently against the bathroom door.

What kind of bullshit luck was that?