Sex Appeal

"I don't know," Sue Storm said, adjusting the costume a little. "Is it really me?"

The Fantastic Four's costumes were not skin-tight. The unstable molecule fabric could assume nearly any shape or texture, but were carefully engineered to hide seams, velcro strips, and the absorbent inner linings that hid genitals and helped to present a smooth appearance. They had enough support to lift and separate Sue Storm's breasts in place of a bra, but could stretch tight enough across the legs and arms to show the definition from her hard-won muscles.

Now, the costume was showing quite a bit more.

Sue Storm's abdominal muscles were on clear display, as was a rather larger amount of cleavage than she was used to displaying. The thong that ran up her backside put her entire ass on display, although thanks to the design there was no chance of it slipping out of place. It was, in fact, a lot closer to the kind of costume that Sue had worn a while ago, before she had given birth to Valeria.

"I think you look fantastic," Dr. Stone said, minutely adjusting the high collar that led to the half-mask that covered Sue's nose, eyes, and forehead.

It wasn't just the different cut of the material, Sue reflected, it was the texture. It had gone from cloth to something approaching blue leather. The added thickeness gave Sue a sense of support and protection, even though the lesser amount of skin covering made her feel more exposed. She knew she would have to practice more with her **** fields, make sure she could raise them in an instant to protect her cleavage, midriff, and buttocks.

"Sometimes, we have to change from the outside in," Dr. Stone said. "A costume change can help redefine yourself and your priorities. This will help you embrace yourself as a sexual, desirable woman. Nothing so frumpy as your old costume."

Sue's mouth was a straight line. She turned, admiring her still-svelte silhouette, despite two kids.

I am still sexy, she thought to herself. Even if I look like a dominatrix who bought her costume on a half-price sale.

"I'm not sure about the mask," Sue said, at last. "I have some bad history with wearing masks."

"That's why you should wear it!" Dr. Stone insisted. "To conquer your fear, you need to confront it. Don't run away from it. Own it. You are the Invisible Woman!"

Sue tried on a smile. It was an honest, open smile. Not one of Malice's leers. It transformed her face, despite the mask.

"Maybe you're right," Sue said. "But I'm not sure what the family is going to think of it."