The next morning...

Iris whimpered. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, she could not be about to do this. She'd almost prefer to just run naked down the street.

No she wouldn't, that was just nerves talking. But oh god, she'd have to do this every day for the foreseeable future.

She went through her drawers, grateful she could at least touch clothing so long as she didn't put it on, and chose her outfit for the day. The most absolutely conservative bra and panties she wore, a high-necked top, and jeans because she refused to take the risk of her skirt blowing up and her not knowing. Then she went over and took a pill.

Now came the tough part. She wiped her eyes, and called.

"D-dad!"

It was a slight relief that her father seemed to find this as awkward as she did. Nervously she kept her arms crossed over her chest, a hand blocking her pussy for all the good it did.

"O-ok, so I..." he said, hesitating.

Oh god, did she have to say it?

"P-panties," she said, cheeks burning. "First. Then, um..."

"R-right."

Her eyes prickled from shame as he lifted them up, awkwardly walking closer to her. He crouched to slide them up her legs; she had to shift her lower hand to help him.

Oh god, her father was seeing her naked, her father was seeing her pussy- Iris sobbed slightly; he backed away quickly.

"Is that ok?" he said.

"You tell me," Iris said, voice shaking. "I-I can't tell, remember?"

"I, uh..." he stepped closer again, presumably adjusting the sides. Iris tried not to squeak.

"Bra next," she said.

He walked behind her and she dropped her arms to her sides, holding them out enough for him to slide the straps up her, staying behind her. He fastened it, then walked around in front of her.

Quickly, he had to adjust the cups. Iris squeaked.

"Am I- um..." she said.

It still felt like she was standing naked in front of him, even while he appraised her underwear.

"I think so," he said. "I'll just..."

"Please," Iris said.

Her top and jeans took substantially less work, though once they were on it was almost worse; he was much less awkward about looking at her outfit then, despite the fact to her it still felt like she was exposed.

She squealed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Dad!"

"Oh, right, you're-" he stumbled over his words. "You look fine, I just- I'll go..."

He hurried out the room. Iris breathed a sigh of relief, barely remembering to shout a thank you after him.

Well that had been the most mortifying experience of her life. And it would have to happen-

No, don't think about that. Iris put her pills in her bag, lifted it over her shoulder, and awkwardly left her room. She didn't meet her dad's eyes all throughout breakfast, then nervously stood at the front door.

Outside once more...