Yes, it does

There was a moment of silence and then dads eyes went wide behind his glasses. "Oh my god!" He yelled and pulled his hand back to cover his face.

"Taylor! You're... I mean you're not even..."

I put a hand on my hip, "And now you finally notice. Thank god, I almost thought I was going crazy."

Dad turned around so his back was facing me, "Okay, I think I believe you, but now I have to ask a question. Why are you naked in the first place? I mean, if its something you're into that's fine..."

I actually laughed at that, and blushed, "Ah ha, I wish. No, when I was looking at the stickers, I wasn't paying attention. One fell off, I stepped on it and... now I'm stuck like this. Anything I try and put on makes me itch like hell, or gets torn off unless I sit perfectly still for hours at a time. Trust me, I've tried, the world goes out of its way to get me naked now."

Realizing he wasn't going to look at me now, I grabbed a blanket off my bed and held it to my chest. "You can look now." I told him.

Dad hesitantly turned his head around and seemed relieved to see me at least someone covered. His brow furrowed into thought as what I told him sank in. "Hm. There could be work arounds you know. Tassels, belts, you could even try pasties."

I shuddered at that, "Anything that covers me tends to get targeted, even if its not clothing. If I try and wear a towel anywhere for example, it either comes undone or gets caught on something and ripped from my hands. If I try and move with this blanket held to my chest, something's going to pull it away from me."

To prove my point, I stood up and backed away from the bed with the blanket clutched to my chest. It caught on the frame under my bed and almost seemed to rip itself away from me. I made an effort to grab at it, before giving up and letting it fall on the bed, leaving me nude again.

"Like that," I explained, "Constantly."

Dad had averted his eyes again, a gesture I appreciated. However, I was surprised when I saw his legs shift and a not so subtle bulge growing under his pants. My breath caught in my throat. That... I was probably seeing things.

I sat back down next to dad and tried to move on. "So yeah. Not much I can do about it."

"I'm sorry about that Taylor, that must be awful."

I shrugged, "I've gotten used to it. Whatever makes me like this protects me from the elements. And no one comments on it, so sometimes even I forget I'm naked."

"I suppose that's good, in its own way." Dad nodded, then asked, "Though now I feel I have to ask, how much have you... used... these stickers? They don't seem like they were made for much more than fetish indulging."

My skin flushed red and I coughed awkwardly. There was the topic I had skillfully avoided. Dad knew about Sophia, if only because of his direct involvement. He did not know about anything else, and if I wanted, he'd never know.