She needs her dad's help

Ok. This was going to be humiliating. Iris swallowed, mentally rehearsing things for the hundredth time.

She sat on the downstairs couch, her pills within arm's reach, along with two dresses, for safety. She was sure she'd come to appreciate dresses a lot more; they were much easier to get into.

Now she had to explain things. Which was the part she was not looking forward to.

She only lived with her father; he finally made it home right at his usual time. Iris had vaguely tried to time taking her last pill to line up well; it wasn't like this was an easy story to believe. And oh god, she couldn't believe she was going to do this.

"Dad," Iris called, refusing to move from the chair. She kept her legs pressed together, her arms crossed, by some miracle managing not to squeak when he came into the room.

Ok, he wasn't freaking out, hopefully that meant she was still dressed. It never felt it.

"Hey Iris," he said. "You ok? You're looking a bit..."

"We should talk," Iris said. "It's about the particle accelerator explosion, and... Ok, this is going to sound mad, but it did something to me."

"Do I need to call the hospital?" her father said, suddenly concerned. She hastily shook her head. Dear god no.

"N-no, it's not like that," she said. "Ok, it kind of is- ok, just let me go from the beginning, it's going to sound crazy but it's important you listen ok?"

Her father nodded, frowning.

So she explained it. Ending up stark naked at the accelerator, running into the lab, meeting Caitlin, getting the formula... She couldn't meet his eyes. She did what she could to omit the humiliating ordeal at the library.

Her father looked at her, bewildered. She could hardly blame him. Then-

For a moment Iris felt the dress she'd put on (one she'd been planning on throwing out anyway) around her, and seconds later she felt and saw bubbles rising up around her. She squeaked, relieved to see her father turning away, though she still squealed at the fact he'd seen her like that, however briefly.

Still keeping one arm crossed over her tits, she hurried to grab a pill, waited a few seconds having learned her lesson after a phone call to Caitlin, and pulled a dress over her shoulders again.

"Ok," she said, breathless. "You can look."

"O-oh," her father said. It still took a moment for him to return his gaze to her. "Is there anything we can..."

"Caitlin said she's working on it," Iris said. "But in the mean time, I need your help."

"Anything," her father said.

Iris's cheeks burned. She swallowed, still not meeting his eyes, and **** herself to speak.

"I-I need you to dress me," she said. "I- Caitlin's cure makes it so I still think I'm n-naked. My powers don't trigger, but I- I really can't tell if I'm decent. It wouldn't work if I could. I- I need your help."

She whimpered softly. Oh god, why was this her life now?

"You mean..." he said.

"J-just in the mornings!" she said. "N-not now. But I- I can barely get anything on. Especially not more than one thing. Please, dad."