Captain Carter's Therapy Session 2 (Original Author)

PEGGY

For the first time in years, in literal decades, I wanted to cry. I denied it to myself as vehemently as I could for as long as I could, but after my clothes came off, and the costume went on, piece by piece, there was no room to deny it anymore.

That ridiculous, skimpy, sexist, cheerleading uniform fit me like it was made for me.

I put it on slowly, trying desperately to delay the inevitable, but it was inevitable. First, there was a pair of knee high socks and converse sneakers. They both fit me snuggly. The socks were the exact right length to end just below my knees, and the converses felt like they’d been broken in and felt comfortable. There was a ridiculous thong that left nothing to the imagination and perfectly separated the cheeks of my ass. The skirt needed no adjustment as I pulled it up, though it left a good portion of my ass exposed, and the straps of the thong were clearly on display. Then there was the top, which wasn’t really a top. It was a fabric bikini top that cupped my breasts and pushed them up to an obscene effect. But it wasn’t too tight or too loose. It hugged my body like it was made for it.

Becasue it was made for it. That annoying little voice in my head said.

I couldn’t deny it. I couldn’t even roar at it with impotent rage. Instead, my vision blurred as I felt the tears come to my eyes.

This can’t be happening. I thought. This can’t be real. This has to be some kind of nightmare…

A knock on the door shook me from my thoughts.

“Captain Carter? Are you alright in there?” Doctor Manning asked.

I wiped my eyes. “I’m fine. The- The costume is on…”

“Your conclusion?”

“I… It fits… It fits perfectly.” Tears again. What the hell was wrong with me? I never cried, and yet here I was, very nearly sobbing at my current state.

“That’s what I was afraid of.” Manning sighed. “Can you please come out, Captain Carter? There is much that we need to discuss.”

“A-Alright, just give me a moment…” I started pulling the top off.

“Actually Captain, considering what we need to discuss, I think it might be better if you came out now, wearing the… costume.”

My eyes widened. “No! No, Doctor, I can’t do that!”

“Call me Gerry. And please Captain, I know it is embarrassing, but I assure you, this is a safe space.”

I... I can't go out like this! I thought to myself, staring at myself in the mirror. I look like such a slut! I can’t face Manning looking like this!

“I… I can’t do that!” I said.

“Captain, please. If we want to start the process of recovery, it’s important that you do exactly as I say.”

No! This is too much!

When I first walked through the door of Manning’s office, I’d been so sure of myself. So sure that all of this was unnecessary bullshit. I knew who I was. I knew there was nothing wrong with me. But now…

Now I don’t know what I’ve been doing. I feel like I can’t even trust my own mind.

I was terrified of what else I might discover. Of how else I might change if I stay and do whatever Manning told me. I wanted to tell him to just fuck off and leave. I wanted to pretend none of this ever happened.

But that’s just you being a coward, isn’t it, Carter? I sighed. And if you leave now, it wouldn’t be fair to Manning. The man has been nothing but patient with you. Even when you were looming over him and shouting at him.

I took a deep breath. I couldn’t be a coward. I’d always done the right thing, it didn’t matter if it wasn’t convenient, or if it was against my best interests, or even if everyone else around me was shouting for me to do something else. What others thought, what I thought, it shouldn’t matter in the face of doing the right thing.

And right now, the right thing to do is get help.

I took another deep breath. In, then out. I’d been letting my emotions dictate my actions since walking into Manning’s office. It was time to change things up, time to look at my situation coldly, logically. The sort of thing that Hill was always encouraging her agents to do.

Okay Peggy, let’s think this through. I thought to myself. The outfit fits. That doesn’t necessarily mean you’re off your bloody nut, but it’s definitely a check in the YES column. Then there was everything that happened with Hill this morning, plus the footage that Manning showed you…

I sighed.

Alright, so the pile of evidence is saying that you’ve completely fucking lost it. If that is the case, what’s the worst that could come of it? I considered the question. Well, the worst that could come of it is that I black out, have one of these episodes, and aren’t around to help when there’s a real emergency. I frowned. No, actually, the worst case scenario is that I have another black out and hurt someone because I’m not in control of my own actions.

I flinched involuntarily at the thought. I was well aware of my own strength. Sure I wasn’t on the same level as Carol, or Kara, or Diana, but not paying attention was a good way for me to get innocent people hurt. When I blacked out, when I became… whoever it was I became who wears this ridiculous tosh… How careful was she? How concerned was she with the well-being of others?

I stared at my reflection.

You know the answer to that already, Peggy. Do you really think someone who would wear this bloody thing is thinking about much of anything?

Okay, so the other me was dangerous. Not violent ****, bone-breaking dangerous, but still, dangerous. That meant I needed to get rid of her, or at the very least get a handle on her, as soon as possible. And considering I was no expert on this sort of thing…

“Okay.” I said through the door. “I’m coming out.” (PEGGY: +5SP)(6SP)

One more deep breath.

Woman up, Peggy. Time to confront this. What’s the worst that could happen?

[AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’m back, bitches! Probably not going to do regular posts, but it is the plan to add to this story here and there more often. Two more chapters are on the way, both of which are already finished as of my writing this. One is quite long, the other is quite short. Both are also sadly short on smut, but I suppose I’ve built that expectation with the slow(ish) burn that I’ve established with how I’ve been writing this.

Also, I’d like to thank PieceofCredence for his work in continuing this story and putting his own spin on it in his own branch. I’m sure you guys have already read his stuff, but I highly recommend it regardless. My own continuation is going to be different from his, obviously. I’m going to include more visual references, work on very different versions of the characters, and am going to have more reader interaction than he has (because I like that shit.) My stuff is also probably going to be slower paced than his, and my Gerry different in the way he manipulates people, and in the way he reveals who he truly is to them (this is actually a big thing for me). Also, unlike PieceofCredence’s branch, male superheroes have never existed in this universe. It’s all ladies, because I’m too busy to, and uninterested in, dealing with male heroes.

Well, with all that preamble out of the way, enjoy the story, you sick fucks!]