Dr. Stone Finds Sue Storm's Dream Fascinating

"Really?" Dr. Stone said. "You can do that, can't you? Just turn my clothes invisible?"

Sue Storm couldn't read the expression on Dr. Stone's face. Not quite a smile, but the eyes seemed to dance a little.

"I...I could. But I wouldn't," the heroine said. "I mean, it was just a dream, I thought you'd want to talk about the symbolism. All that Freudian, Jungian stuff."

"What it means is that you want to see me naked," Dr. Stone said. "You're curious. It's natural. Here."

The psychiatrist set her tea cup down on the small table to her right, and straightened up in her chair.

"Go ahead. Make my clothes invisible," Dr. Stone said.

Sue's mouth dropped open. "You can't be serious."

"Completely," Dr. Stone said. "I want to see how your power works."

"I'm...I'm not going to do that!" Sue said.

"Why not?" Dr. Stone raised an eyebrow.

"It's...it's completely inappropriate!" Sue sputtered.

"Susan, we're both grown women. I'm comfortable with my body. We are several feet apart. It is no different than if we were sharing a changing room," Dr. Stone said. "And obviously you have some curiosity. The way to resolve those fantasies is to remove the mystery. So please. Turn my clothes invisible."

"I...this is..." Sue wasn't sure what to say. This was crazy. She couldn't...

"Think through it," Dr. Stone said. "You would feel guilty if you did this without my permission. That would be taboo. A crime. Yet when I ask you to do it, you're embarrassed. Uncomfortable. Why? You don't want to confront the implications, but that's what we need to do. We need to confront how you feel. So please. Susan. Trust me. Turn my clothes invisible."

Sue hesitated. The light caught Dr. Stone's glasses in that odd way that made them flash and seem to glow from within.

"Do it," Dr. Stone ordered.

So the Invisible Woman did.

One moment, Dr. Stone sat there, in her tight grey blouse and black pencil skirt, and in the next her clothing had vanished. Sue's eyes widened as she caught sight of those firm breasts with the delicate pink nipples, slightly scrunched in an invisible bra. The flat stomach and soft swell of muscle that spoke of hours at the gym and years of dieting. The woman's knees were together, but Sue's eyes were drawn down to the shadowed crotch. No pubic hair...she shaved or waxed...

Dr. Stone stood up. Sue froze like a deer in the headlights. The tall blonde seemed to loom over her, hands on her hips, and the sun caught her hair and seemed to project a golden aura.

"You see, Susan? Nothing scary. It's just a woman's body. Nothing to be ashamed of. Take a good, long look."

The psychiatrist did a little pirouette, and Sue's eyes traced the muscular, well-developed back, the firm buttocks, the smooth thighs. This close, she could see the fine white lines of little scars, old injuries that had healed so well they were almost invisible from a distance, but which spoke to some old act of ****. Sports, maybe, or a car accident. Sue wasn't sure.

The blonde came to rest with her legs apart, her pussy glistening.

"This is actually very freeing. To be fully clothed and naked at the same time. You should try it," Dr. Stone said.

Sue's mouth fell open, ready to protest.

"Not right now, of course," the doctor was definitely smiling now as she sat down. The golden aura effect was gone, and Sue blinked and immediately ended the invisibility, so that Dr. Stone was now fully clothed again, her naked body hidden from view. "But next time, if your comfortable, I'd like to try a session in the nude. Just the two of us. A way to really strip away all the pretense and barriers. Get you more comfortable in your own skin."

"I'll think about it," Sue said, noncommittal.

"You do that," Dr. Stone said, and she was definitely smiling now, like a cat who ate the canary.