Dr. Stone Arranges Sue To Have A Wardrobe Malfunction

"You're going out to lead your young heroes," Dr. Stone said. "And you're wearing that?"

"What's wrong with it?" Sue Storm.

The Invisible Woman had come in costume. There wouldn't be time to change after the therapy session. It was, she had to admit, one of her more modest outfits: a long-sleeved, short blue dress with white trim. It came down to mid-thigh, and with her thigh-high white leggings, Sue had little skin on display between ankle and neck, though it fitted her slender, fit body well.

"I think you're being very defensive. Trying to hide your body," Dr. Stone said. The psychiatrist tilted her head so that the light caught her golden hair and gave that strange halo-effect that Sue had noticed before. The gravimetric pulse hit Sue's brain like a sledgehammer wrapped in velvet, and the heroine's eyes fluttered. "Although maybe we can use that."

"Use...what?" Sue said, confused.

"What if you could be completely covered up, and also exposed?" Dr. Stone said. "After all, you don't need your bra and panties, do you?"

"Need..." Sue reached up and rubbed her temples.

"They just weigh you down. Nobody can see it," Dr. Stone pressed.

"My...skirt..." Sue said.

"Yes, you might have a little wardrobe malfunction there," Dr. Stone agreed. "You wouldn't want to flash those handsome young men, would you?"

"Flash..." the Invisible Woman said.

"Virile young men. It wouldn't do to tease them like that. But of course, you trust them don't you? They wouldn't get any ideas, would they?" Dr. Stone's questions hit Sue's brain like nails being driven in by a hammer. The emphasis the psychiatrist put on certain words, the way she spoke them. Suddenly Sue couldn't get those words out of her head.

"Think of it as a test of their character. That's what you're trying to do, isn't it? Help them from losing their way?" Dr. Stone said.

"Yes," Sue said. Then with more certainty. "Yes, it is."

Half an hour later, Dr. Stone was dabbing at the blood that trickled from her nose. Sue Storm had rushed off to meet her young heroes. On the psychiatrist's desk were a pair of blue panties with white trim, and a matching bra. Still warm to the touch. A few of Sue's curly golden hairs caught in the unstable molecule fabric.

"I might just have these framed," Moonstone said to herself as she caressed the soft blue fabric.