The Truth...mostly.

Dad pulled his pants back on and stood awkwardly by my door. I couldn't blame him, the last few days had been filled with strangeness that I had adapted to with a surprising speed. Dad had been blissfully unaware of all of it until he walked in on Sophia and I, and there was a good chance he didn't even remember any of what just happened.

I leaned on my side, one hand resting on my hip and using my other to rest my head on. Dad was family, and I had said I was going to make an effort to fix things between us without using the Stickers. Well, not it was time to put my money where my mouth was, I supposed.

"You... might want to sit down. It's a lot." I said. Dad remained standing, unable to meet my eyes. Fair enough.

I explained the truth to him, about the box and its contents and what they did. I left out certain bits, like me using the Job sticker to get into the PRT, or my slutty fun with my escorts. But I explained why Sophia had come after me, how I had managed to subdue her using the Slut sticker and how things kind of got out of hand, which is why he had no memory of wearing no pants in my room.

By the end of it, dad looked unconvinced, not that I blamed him. He had moved to sit on the bed next to me as I talked and held one of the sticker sheets in his hand, the Natural one. He looked at me with a brow raised, "Taylor, you've... always had an active imagination, but this..."

I scowled a little, even if I wasn't surprised by his doubt. Time to pick apart the logic, I supposed.

"Dad, what do you remember from when you got home?"

He paused and thought. "I came home from work a bit tired, and heard what sounded like screaming coming from your room. Then I came up and... suddenly didn't have my pants on."

I made a 'there it is' gesture with my hands, "The...Slut...sticker messes with peoples minds. Anyone involved in its use doesn't remember what happened afterwards except for the person that was wearing it and who put it on. You can't remember it because you were affected by it."

"Taylor, that's... ridiculous." Dad said, though he didn't sound that convinced.

I gestured at my naked body, "And what about me? I've been running around completely naked for two days now and you haven't said a word! That's not normal."

"Sure it is," Dad said, "You've always preferred going without clothes. I'm not sure how that's related to these... stickers."

I let out a frustrated sigh and sat up, "If it's normal, why am I the only one in this house that does it?"

"Everyone has personal preferences, I don't judge." Dad replied. Okay, that was fair enough.

This was frustrating. As long as I had this sticker on, dad wasn't going to see anything weird about me being naked, no one was. Of course given that the Unknown sticker had a Known counterpart, that could probably solve that issue. The problem though, was that it would mean everyone was aware of my nudity and that was not something I wanted to deal with. Though I wondered if the effect was standalone.

I turned around on my bed to face dad directly and said, "Okay, dad, just hold out your hand, okay?"

He looked at me skeptically, but did as I asked and extended his hand. I grabbed one of the known stickers and put it on the inside of the wrist. Once it sealed itself into place, I asked, "Now, does anything seem different?"