Dr. Stone Thinks This Is An Excellent Development

"Nice," Dr. Stone said.

Sue Storm blinked. Today, the psychiatrist was dressed in a white blouse with impressive shoulder pads, cinched into a tight black pencil skirt. Pantyhose covered the long legs all the way down to Dr. Stone's two-inch heels. Her golden hair was up in a bun, pierced with two black chopsticks. It was an outfit that somehow suggested forces under pressure, tightly controlled but present.

The Invisible Woman had through on a pair of sneakers and a hockey jersey-sized Fantastic Four t-shirt over her costume. There was nothing like hiding in plain sight.

"Is...that all you have to say?" Sue said. "I mean, I'm going to let another woman stuff a vibrator up my—"

"You are assisting an artist, who is a close personal friend, as a model," Dr. Stone said. She tilted her head. "Are you upset about that request?"

"No! But I'm—it's weird, isn't it?" Sue said. The heroine felt heat rise to her face. "It feels weird."

"That is because you're confronting your own hangups about your body," Dr. Stone said. "You're afraid your blind sculptress friend will see you sexually excited."

"I—" Sue began, but Dr. Stone cut her off.

"Let me show you something," Dr. Stone said, and she stood up. "Use your powers. Turn my skirt invisible."

Sue hesitated. Dr. Stone smiled. For a moment, her glasses seemed to catch the light, becoming golden circles of fire.

"It's okay. I'm giving you permission. I can pull it up, but I want you to do it."

The Invisible Woman blinked. Then, with a thought, she made Dr. Stone's black pencil skirt invisible.

The blonde psychiatrist was not wearing panties. Her crotch was shaved smooth, possibly waxed. A small black control was taped to her thigh, and a black wire disappeared in between her labia lips.

"Now," Dr. Stone said. "Make the skin and muscle transparent. I want you to see it."

Sue stared. Skin, muscle, fat, and integument vanished, layer after layer. So that she could see the small black plastic egg inside the psychiatrist's vagina. It was visibily vibrating, a slight blur, held in place inside of the woman, and the vagina flexed, squeezed around the device in an impressive display of control.

"I'm not ashamed of my body," Dr. Stone said. "And neither should you be. This is who we are as women, Susan. Our bodies are meant for pleasure, our own and others. You want to know what I think of Alicia's suggestion? I think it's an excellent development. I think you need to experience this. Who knows? Perhaps you'll come to like it. I do."

There were more words. Sue Storm hardly listened. Her eyes were fixed on the vibrating egg in Dr. Stone's cunt. On the nearly-invisible beads of moisture that hung on the lips of her labia. Sue felt the heat build in her face, the excitement between her legs.

She wanted that kind of freedom and confidence.