How Did It Make You Feel?

"Not wearing panties?" Sue Storm asked, just to clarify.

"To have someone see you not wearing panties," Dr. Stone said.

The office felt familiar to Sue Storm now. The sunlight through the window, the view of Central Park, the lush carpet, and the comfy chair, a cup of tea in hand. The Invisible Woman took a little sip and felt the warm liquid flow down her throat.

"At the time, I was a little too busy to be mortified," she admitted. "I mean, I flashed a villain! And afterwards, I was...I guess I didn't feel any different."

"And that doesn't strike you as odd?" Dr. Stone said with a smile.

"Should it?" Sue answered the question with another question. Dr. Stone had a tendency to dip into the Socratic method, making Sue question her own answers.

"A large part of human sexual hangups involves our concern about perception. How we are seen by others, and how we think we will be seen by others. You've struggled to embrace your own sexuality because you're concerned about being seen as a sexual being. Except you are! And when you finally embrace that, a little...nothing happened! You're not a slut, or a whore. You're a heroine, the same as you've always been."

Sue Storm blinked slowly. She hadn't really thought about it like that, but now that Dr. Stone pointed it out...

"So I was worrying about it for nothing?" Sue said.

Dr. Stone's smile widened. "There is always a balance between personal sexual expression and society's expectations. I wouldn't necessarily recommend you attend a formal ball in nothing but pasties and a thong. But nudity is humanity's default state, and the more comfortable you are with that, then the more comfortable you will be in your own skin under any circumstances. Which is why I think we should take this a step further."

Sue frowned. She was already wearing a short skirt and no panties. If she spread her knees just a little, she'd flash her pussy right in Dr. Stone's face. The idea struck the Invisible Woman suddenly that maybe that was what her psychiatrist wanted.

Oh my God. Is she a lesbian? Is that what this is? Sue wondered.

"I'd like you and your husband to consider a nude beach vacation. Just for the weekend! I know a secluded spot, very private, no papparazzi. A little private island in the Pacific," Dr. Stone said.

The Invisible Woman blinked. That wasn't what she was expecting.

"I mean...I'd have to talk to Reed about it..." Sue hedged. "But a tropical weekend getaway does sound...nice."