Dr. Stone Wants Sue Storm To Be Naked More Often In Her Own Home

In the privacy of her own bedroom, Sue Storm shed her costume. Normally, she would then put on something to wear to bed—a nightie, a t-shirt and panties, something—now...now, Dr. Stone's words came to her mind. The suggestion that Sue become more used to her body, more confident.

Not in front of the children or her family, of course. But in her own bedroom? Well, that was easy. There was no one to see her in the altogether except Reed, and he would hardly complain at the sight of her nude body. At least, that's what Sue thought as she walked around the room.

In truth, however, she felt weirdly self-conscious. She stepped in front of the window and looked out at the city. Manhattan could not see her, but she could see it. Yet nude as she was, Sue felt as if someone was watching her. It made goosebumps rise on her skin. It shouldn't have made her nervous, to be naked here. She was safe. Yet Sue felt a strange desire to turn invisible, to hide herself.

Her phone chimed. The naked heroine stepped over and checked the ID attached to the number. Her eyes widened as she saw it was Karla Stone.

"Doctor?" Sue said as she answered.

"Hello Susan," Dr. Stone said. "Just checking in. Are you doing as I suggested?"

"Yes," Sue said, as a little heat went to her face.

"Good. Can you prove it?" Dr. Stone asked.

"What?" Sue's forehead crinkled at the question.

"Take a picture. Prove that you're following through. You don't have to send it to me now; we wouldn't want those images to get out onto the internet. But I want to see it at our next session. Proof that you're following through on your therapy."

Sue bit her lower lip. She didn't like that. Even though it made her heart beat faster. Nipples hardened in the open air. The Invisible Woman took a deep breath and reminded herself that this was part of her therapy. And it was safe. Dr. Stone was correct; as long as she didn't send the images anywhere, it would be fine.

"Okay. I will," Sue promised.

"Excellent. Well, I'll leave you to it. Goodnight, Susan," Dr. Stone said.

"Goodnight...Karla," Sue said.

That is how, before she went to bed, Sue Storm found herself striking a pose before the mirror, her phone camera flashing as she took a picture of herself with legs spread, the small golden triangle between her legs clearly visible, as were the dark nipples on her breasts.

No one will see it, Sue told herself as she turned off the lights. Except Karla.

Yet somehow, even that thought was both scary...and exciting.