Dr. Stone Uses A Device To Measure Sue Storm's Sexuality

"I know a lot of people think of psychiatry as just a bunch of talking, but it really is a science. What we do deals with neurochemistry as much as psychology, and like other fields of medicine, we have some technology to help us," Dr. Stone said.

The blonde psychiatrist produced the heavy VR goggles from a desk drawer. The Invisible Woman examined the smooth white plastic. The Stark Industries monogram was discreetly worked into the earpieces.

"This is a device to help us measure your sexual response. It's going to show you a succession of images of men and women, and use sensors inside to measure pupil dilation, heat patterns in your face, and other autonomic cues. All things you cannot fake. It will give us a baseline measurement to see how much, if it all, you're subconsciously attracted to men versus women," Dr. Stone said.

The goggles felt heavy and awkward in Sue Storm's hands.

"And what do I do if it says I'm...homosexual? Or bisexual?" Sue said.

Dr. Stone smiled. "As I said before, sexuality is a spectrum. You don't have to do anything, but it'll give us an idea of how attracted you are to either sex, and from there, we can discuss potential exploration of those issues. This isn't about treatment, Susan. There's nothing wrong with your sexuality. It's just about uncovering the source of your stress so that we find effective ways for you to deal with it in a healthy way."

Sue Storm frowned. A part of her didn't want to put a number on that part of her. Yet Dr. Stone's calm competence was reassuring. With a sigh, the Invisible Woman settled the heavy goggles over her eyes. The rims were padded all around, covering a larger portion of her face than normal glasses. Dr. Stone carefully tightened the strap at the back of Sue's head.

"Not too tight?" she said. The heroine who could see nothing but darkness.

"Fine," Sue said.

"Alright. This will take about half an hour. You don't have to do anything. Just relax, try to keep your eyes open, and...here we go."

A finger brushed a power stud. The darkness took on contour. It was like when a laptop screen was dark, but not off. A sort of active, glowing blackness. Then an image appeared.

It was a bodybuilder, dressed only in a thong, caught mid-pose. Sue pursed her lips. There was nothing for her to do, so she settled into the chair, her hands on the padded arms. After a second or two, the image was replaced by another. A female bodybuilder this time, in a bikini, a dark brunette with well-defined muscles but no breasts to speak of.

It is hard to just be, without thinking. Sue Storm swiftly lost track of time as the images flipped through, one after another. Androgynous underwear models. Transgender men, with obvious scars where their breasts had been removed. A pregnant woman in profile, a hand over her breast. What had to be a close-up of a male pornstar's briefs, their cock clearly outlined in tight blue fabric.

Maybe there was no narrative to the succession of images, yet to Sue it seemed to her that they were growing more explicit. Some of the figures were all nude. Women's nipples and vulvas. Men's bare flaccid cocks, or hard cocks through underwear. The images zoomed in more on parts of bodies, rather than faces. Sue felt a warm heat on her face, and wondered how that was going to affect the test.

Behind her, Moonstone smiled. A few minutes had elapsed. It was about time for her little surprise.