Director of the Wards, the teen super team of Brockton Bay

I almost made myself the Director of the entire PRT in Brockton Bay, before realizing I had no idea what I'd be doing with all that power at my disposal. So I settled for a tier lower and wrote 'Director of the Brockton Bay Wards'. Thanks to my neat and practiced hand writing, it fit perfectly. I pealed the sticker from its sheet and put it under my arm along my ribs where it immediately adhered itself.

Then I grabbed one of the Unknown stickers and put it over the tattoo. It immediately grew faded and fuzzy; if I didn't look directly at it, I didn't even notice it. Now the only question was, how long would it take for this to take effect?

My answer came less than five minutes later when the house phone rang. I opened my bedroom door and peaked out into the hall. The phone stopped ringing and I heard dad speaking.

"Hebert residence, this is Danny."

"She's upstairs at the moment."

"Oh really? Well that's great news! I'll go get her immediately."

Wow, that was fast.

I stepped out of my room and started down the stairs. Dad was waiting at the bottom of them, with the wireless phone in hand. He handed it to me and whispered, "It's the PRT. They've accepted your application as the new Ward Director!"

He flashed me a thumbs up and I returned it along with a shaky smile. This was moving so fast, almost too fast. I took a deep breathe and brought the phone to my ear, "This is Taylor Hebert."

A mans voice spoke to me, "Yes, Miss Hebert. After reviewing your application, we at the PRT have decided that you are perfect to handle the position as Director of the Wards. A PRT van will be dispatched tomorrow to pick you up from your residence at 9 AM tomorrow. You will be escorted to the Rig where you will be informed and trained of your duty's and formally introduced to the Wards."

I worked my jaw for moment, trying to wrap my mind around this reality. This was happening, I had gone from high school nobody to a high ranked official in the most important organization in the company. Maybe a condemnation to permanent nudity wasn't so bad after all.

_"Miss?" _the voice asked curiously.

Shaken from my shock, I said, "Y-yes, sorry. That sounds great. I'll um, see you then."

_"Affirmative." _and the voice hung up.

I handed the phone back to dad, and collapsed against the wall. Dad rubbed my back encouragingly. The contact of his hand against my naked back shocked me out of my stupor and I quickly stood away from his hand. Dad smiled regardless and said, "Congratulations, little owl. I knew you could do it."

"Yeah, but now I actually have to do it." I shuddered and shook myself. Then I looked down at myself.

"I... I should shower. I should shave, clean myself up. I need to look presentable for tomorrow." Legs, armpits, my crotch all needed to be shaved clean. There hadn't been much need for maintenance before, now though I at least needed to look presentable.

"If you need anything, let me know." dad said and gave me a thumbs up.