It's A Start

The Sue Storm that met Dr. Stone was not like the conservatively dressed woman that Karla had first met. She wore blue booty shorts with matching sneakers, a tube top that nearly showed her areola, fingerless gloves, hoop earrings, and wraparound shades. The scanty outfit accentuated the trim figure; one would never have believed that Sue was a mother of two, except perhaps for the wider hips.

"It's a good start," Dr. Stone said, before she took a sip of her tea.

Sue Storm blinked behind her shades.

"Start?" she said, uncertain. "I thought..."

"You feel more confident now. I can see it in the way you move, how you hold yourself. The attention you get. It makes you feel sexy. Wanted," Dr. Stone said. "But you can go further."

Sue frowned. "Further? Any further and I'd be indecent!"

Dr. Stone smiled.

"I'm not talking about wearing less," the psychiatrist said. "I'm talking about the body beneath them. You look good. But you could look better."

Sue's frown deepened. She wasn't particularly liking where this conversation was going. Compared to most women in their thirties, Sue Storm had the body of a fitness instructor. For a mother of two, she looked magnificent. No excess fat, only the finest, barely visible stretch marks from her pregnancies.

"You need to take control of your body. Bigger muscles, maybe some cosmetic surgery, tattoos..." Dr. Stone said. One look at Sue's face told her that she wasn't getting through to her. The psychiatrist's smile didn't falter, but her glasses became two circles of light. Sue's eyelashes fluttered heavily and she slumped a little in the chair as the gravimetric wave hit her brain.

"You've been insecure about your body," Dr. Stone said. "Say it."

"I've been insecure about my body," Sue repeated.

"You like the way people have been looking at you," Dr. Stone said. "Say it."

"I like the way people have been looking at me."

"You like looking sexy. Say it."

"I like looking sexy."

"You want to look sexier."

"I want to look sexier."

"You need to look sexier."

"I need to look sexier."

Over and over. Moonstone felt the pain and pressure build in her skull as the implants buzzed. The strain of using her powers this way came at a cost. Blood oozed from her nostrils. Yet she held out longer. Made Sue repeat the sentiments until they were burned into her brain. This was what she was here for. To make Sue think it was her own idea.

At last, Moonstone could hold it no longer. As soon as she stopped using her power, the pain stopped. The blood remained. She held a handkerchief to her nostrils.

Sue Storm blinked and then was leaning forward, full of concern.

"Doctor! What happened?"

"Just...just a nose bleed," Karla said. She let Sue shift to mother-mode. Let the scantily-clad heroine tilt her head back to help ease the flow of blood.

"Janet said I was a MILF," Sue Storm said quietly. "I didn't even know what that meant."

"But now you do," Karla said. Her eyes flicked from Sue's tube-top to her blue eyes. "Do you want to be a MILF?"

Sue bit her lip. For a moment, she seemed unsure. Then she nodded.

"I want to be sexy," she said. "I want to be the mom everyone wants to fuck."

The word seemed to scare her. The Invisible Woman did not swear. But the Invisible MILF...oh yes. She would.