Why delay the inevitable? Of course she does.

Fuck it, I was going to have to go outside eventually, why put it off? Better to just rip the band-aid off now. I nodded, "Yeah, where is it?"

"There's a bag of spare parts in the bed, just grab the whole thing, just in case. I'll... clean this up." he sighed and gestured at the water pooling at my feet.

I nodded and headed out, my bare feet splashing through the pool as I left. When I reached the (now closed) front door, I hesitated. It was one thing being naked in front of dad, it was another thing entirely just walking outside with my privates made public. A small part of me also came to an unfortunate conclusion that I was going to have to be more meticulous with my body care now. My morning jogs had done a decent job getting me into moderate shape, but my body hair situation was less than an ideal. I made a note to start shaving on a daily basis again.

At this point, I was obviously stalling, but I very quickly ran out of things to distract myself with. One way or another, I had to do this. I didn't have a choice.

My hands shook as I opened the front door and took my first step out onto the porch. The evening air brushed against my skin, bringing awareness to my nudity, and my arousal. I resisted the urge to cover myself and **** my hands by my side. If I made a big deal out of this, it would draw more attention to it. The more I treated this like a normal thing, the more likely it was others would too. If they weren't already pre-programmed to thanks to the magical bs of my tattoo, of course.

The peeling paint of the porch was painfully obvious against my feet as I walked forward, yet instead of instantly being pin cushioned like the norm, my feet felt... protected? I'm not sure how to describe it accept that it felt there was some sort of invisible **** protecting my feet like my shoes did. That was a relief at least.

Onward's I went, taking the steps down and walking up to dad's truck. It was about 7 at night, and the neighborhood was well lit from the street lights. A few folk were out on their porches watching the sunset, or kids trying to play in their yards. A pair of women went jogging by right in front of our house. I froze and nearly ducked behind the truck.

They didn't spare me a second glance.

Enough delays Taylor! I mentally scolded, and walked up to the side of the bed. I grabbed the bag of parts from the bed and quickly rushed back inside, my heart pounding against my ribcage.

I had done it, I had walked outside completely nude, and no one had so much as glanced at me! The relief made me sag against the front door for a moment to collect myself. That was when I became acutely aware of the moisture between my legs. A hesitant look down showed it was not water from the accident, and the warm pulsing in my crotch confirmed that I was aroused.

Well, aroused or at least excited in a 'oh dear god' adrenaline rush kind of way. God I hope dad didn't notice; he might be okay with my perma-nudity, but he'd probably draw the line at public sexual displays or arousal, which I was fine with.

I walked stiffly back to the laundry room and found dad drying up the mess. He smiled at me, "Thanks sweety, just set it down for tonight. I think I'm gonna put a pin on this for tonight though. Besides, I'm the only one in this family that needs to worry about wearing clothes." he smirked at me and I blushed. It wasn't like I had a choice or anything.

"You're sure we're done?" I asked. Like I said, I was going to make more of an effort in our relationship.

Dad nodded his head, "Yeah, I'm sure. Besides, you look like you have your own personal business to take care of."

I blushed an even deeper red and covered my breasts and crotch with my hands. Dad finished wiping up the mess and shook his head, "As long as you take care of your personal business in your room Taylor, it's not gonna be a problem. Its only natural for a girl your age to express themselves, but that doesn't mean I want to see it."

"Right, sorry." I mumbled, followed by a quick goodbye. I quickly returned to my room, and collapsed onto my bed. My entire body was shaking, from excitement, adrenaline, I wasn't sure. Good news was that my talk with dad had quickly killed my arousal, so I could think clearly.

Specifically, about the box and its stickers.