Time for pickup

I'm not a morning person.

When I first woke up, I had completely forgotten that I was both naked and could no longer wear clothes. Walking downstairs for breakfast, realizing I was naked in front of dad, and dad not giving a single fuck, was a surreal experience to relive. Once I woke up properly though...

The surrealism continued. Eating naked at the table was weird, especially after my self-grooming session the night before. Every sensation felt renewed, tickling my skin with every step I took. I kinda enjoyed it.

"You're looking nice today, sweety." dad noted. That I was naked should've made the comment weird, but he said it with such genuine inflection that I just smiled at the comment.

"Thanks, though quick question dad."

"What's that?"

I lifted up my arm and presented the side of my chest with the Job tattoo on it, "Can you see anything there? I thought I saw a mole."

Dad leaned forward and squinted, and shook his head, "No, just your usual pretty skin."

Good, the tattoo was hidden for sure. After that I finished breakfast and went back to my room to brush my hair and prepare for pickup. I stopped and glanced at the box, debating if I should take it with me. It would definitely raise a few questions if I wandered a private government facility with a mysterious box in hand though. I knew the sticker I had put over my tattoo wouldn't work on the box, but the Unseen stickers might.

I grabbed one, put it on the box, and went back downstairs with it. There were fifteen minutes until my ride was here, so I had a little time to experiment. Dad was drinking coffee when I came back stairs, and I tried something bold.

The box clunked in front of dad while I leaned against his back and wrapped my arms around his neck. He sat up in surprise at my hug and said, "Wow, what's this all about?"

"Nervous is all." I said, watching the box and dad carefully. No reaction from him towards it, he was focused entirely on me. It was hard not to focus on him too. He was very warm, and the fuzzy fabric of his shirt felt nice against my bare chest. The contact, so rare nowadays, warmed my skin.

Dad reached up and caressed my cheek, "You'll do great Taylor. You've got your mothers determination."

"Thanks dad," I kissed his cheek and stood up hastily. I hoped my erect nipples weren't too obvious.

"Don't forget a scarf," dad said, "It's chilly."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. If my little curse kept me naked but let me wear a fucking scarf, I was going to be pissed. I grabbed one from the rack by the door just in time. There was a knock.

My throat went dry as I wrapped the scarf around my neck. All dressed for colder weather, yep. I nervously reached my hand forward and tensed in preparation for what was to come. The door squeaked as I opened it, revealing a plain looking man in a plain business suit standing in front of my door. He had nice hair, a clean shaven face and a strong jaw. Conventionally handsome, and I felt so utterly poor in comparison, completely exposed.

He didn't even look me up and down though, ignorant of my nudity. His brown eyes focused only on my face and he nodded at me, "Miss Hebert. If you're ready to depart?"

I looked back at dad. He gave me another thumbs up, and the warmth returned to my chest. Not that kind of warmth, the kind I only felt when I knew that someone believed in me. It was a rare feeling, and I grabbed onto it tightly as I turned back to the PRT agent and said, "Yes, yes I am."