Dr. Stone Senses Potential - So She Asks Sue Storm To Model Nude

Their sessions began with what was almost a ritual: hug, smiles, seating themselves in their chairs, and a cup of tea. Dr. Stone did not delve immediately into Sue's affairs, not until after they had both sipped and settled into the high-backed chairs. There were times that Sue thought the blonde psychiatrist took the time to study her, what she was wearing, what invisible weight was on her shoulders, expressed in body language and posture. Sue often tried to do that herself, though looking at the woman in her tight-fitting cardigan and sleek black pants, she couldn't discern much except that her fashion sense remained on point.

"How do you feel?" Dr. Stone asked at last. "Being naked, at home?"

"Comfortable," Sue said after a moment. "I guess we're all born naked, so that makes sense. And it's not like I couldn't turn invisible if anyone did chance to see me."

"Quite," Dr. Stone said with a nod. "And how did you feel when I asked for photos? When there was someone who could see you and you couldn't turn invisible?"

Sue frowned.

"I don't...I mean, I guess I didn't feel any different. Didn't really think about it. I felt embarrassed when you asked, but afterward, nothing had changed," the heroine said.

"Precisely. I think your fear of consequences, of being seen, is stressing you out. Which is why I'd like you to consider other people seeing you nude. In a controlled environment."

Sue's frown deepened.

"Doctor, I really don't think that's appropriate for a woman in my position. If someone recognized me..."

"That's the beauty of it," Dr. Stone said with a smile. "They won't!"

She reached over to her desk and picked up a small square of paper. It was a flyer for an art class. Live models wanted. There was a drawing of a mask on the cover.

"Nude models, but the face is covered with a mask," Dr. Stone said. "Your identity will be hidden as completely as Spider-Man's. No one will know it's you. All you have to do it go in and take your clothes off for an hour. You even get paid, though I imagine the money means little to you. Give it to charity if you like."

Sue Storm fingered the flyer. A knot of tension in her gut.

"I don't know—"

Moonstone's eyes blazed. Sue Storm's eyes fluttered as her brain was shunted into a highly-suggestive mode.

"Dr. Stone knows best," the villain said. "You want to get better, don't you?"

"Get...better..." Sue mumbled.

"You need to take your clothes off. Need to feel them watching you. Studying you," Moonstone pressed.

"Watching..." Sue said.

"So you will respond to the ad, won't you?" Moonstone said.

"Yes..."

They repeated the sequence a few more times. Just to make sure the suggestion had sunk in. By the time Sue Storm left, Dr. Stone was quite sure that very soon, many people were about to see a lot of the Invisible Woman.