Sue Storm Turns Alicia Master's Clothes Invisible

The children were at the Bronx Zoo, with Johnny Storm and his latest girlfriend. Ben Grimm and Reed Richards were piloting an experimental ship; once around the moon and back. Sue Storm was left in the Baxter Building for a lazy afternoon...with Alicia Masters.

The blind woman was dressed smartly, in a red dress and low heels, her ginger hair in a boyish cut. She was on the couch opposite the chair Sue sat in, her fingers running over the pages of a braille book...something by Stephen King, that Ben was also reading. Just the two of them in the cool stillness, and as they sat there, Beethoven's fifth symphony played over the living room speakers.

Sue had put her own book down to stare at Alicia. A trim woman, not athletic but fit. They had exercised together, sometimes, and Sue had admired her grace and control—all of Alicia's life, she had moved through a world by sound and touch, and Sue Storm, who had faced aliens and monarchs below the sea and conquerors out of time had always held vast respect for the blinde woman's simple courage in pursuing her own independent existence. The Invisible Woman wasn't sure if she herself could manage it; no doubt she would press Reed for a technological solution—radar glasses, cloned eyes, something.

Yet Alicia had never asked. Never even considered it. For her, being blind was a part of who she was and had always been.

With a thought, the red dress vanished. In the darkened living room, Sue saw Alicia sitting there in her underwear—panties and bra that matched the red dress. She wondered if a saleswoman had helped Alicia pick them out or if she had bought them online. Alicia used the internet through a special interface designed for the sight-disabled, and Sue had heard her grumble sometimes about how some websites were poorly made for such things.

Pale skin. Why would a blind woman tan? A scattering for freckles. The odd pale scar and bruise, here and there. Signs of past bumps, trips, falls. Alicia never spoke of such things and took vast care, yet to see her body like this was to see a map of a life lived on hard mode. The mother in Sue ached to think of all the skinned knees and bumped shins Alicia must have suffered.

Then, compulsion drove the Invisible Woman on to make the bra and panties vanish.

Her eyes widened as she saw Alicia's little secret. There was no hair where those long, pale legs met. The mons was clean-shaven, and small metal rings clustered, piercing her labia. There had to be a dozen of them altogether. The soft breasts, too, had pierced nipples. Four little studs that stood out against each nipple, the invisible bra still supporting each breast and holding it apart, so that they seemed to float unnaturally.

The music ended. Alicia carefully marked her place in the book and set it down. She stood and stretched—and Sue's heart skipped a beat to see that naked body before her, Alicia utterly unaware of her nudity. To the blind woman, she still felt completely clothed. Sue bit her lip as she saw the rings shift slightly, perceived a slight trace of wetness.

Alicia bent over to retrieve her walking stick and tapped away, in the direction of the bathroom.

Sue watched her go, holding the invisibility so that she could see those buttocks rolls and sway with the tap-tap-tap of the stick and pantherish grace of the hips moving back and forth. The Invisible Woman licked her lips, entranced by the sight.

She had seen Alicia's little secret—and now she wanted more.