Sue Finds Being Nude With Another Woman...Very Relaxing

Dr. Stone had set up a folding screen, so that Sue Storm could change in privacy. That felt silly, really. They were going to spend this session naked. One of Sue's powers was to turn things invisible. With the merest thought, she could turn everything in this room invisible, without them needing to take anything off at all. She could turn both of them invisible, and they'd just be two disembodied voices speaking.

The temperature in the room had been set a little higher, to make it more comfortable for them both. Sue took a deep breath as she folded her clothes and set them on the chair behind the screen. Then, with as much confidence as she could muster, the Invisible Woman stepped out from behind it—completely visible, for once.

The psychiatrist hadn't quite finished her own undressing. Sue blushed as she saw the other blonde bend over as she pulled her black thong out of the crack of her ass. The lacy little underwear went down Dr. Stone's legs, and then the psychiatrist stepped out of them, turned—and smiled to see Sue standing there.

"Enjoying the view?" Dr. Stone said with a disarming smile, one eyebrow cocked.

"I've seen worse," Sue said, trying to match Dr. Stone's playful tone. "I saw a Skrull once who lost control of her form after giving birth—imagine a deflated frog the size of a human being, half of her body prolapsed through her vagina."

To Sue's surprise, Dr. Stone laughed. It was a genuine laugh, and it almost immediately erased much of the tension that Sue felt.

"I don't think I've got an imagination that strong," she said. "But I remember a roommate at university that got breast implants over spring break, and when she came back none of her bras or tops would fit her—"

They sat. The tea was brewing, and when it was ready Dr. Stone leaned forward and poured it. They drank and talked, about Sue, her week, her adventures and—at some point, Sue stopped feeling embarrassed about being in the nude with another woman. She was still keenly aware of it, and both women found their gazes drawn to parts of each other's anatomy. Their breasts, their buttocks and hips, the soft thatch between Sue's legs and the bald labia between Dr. Stone's. Sue discussed her pregnancies, the changes they had inflicted on her body, showed off the pale stretch marks that almost no one except Reed had seen, and...

It was nice. Comforting, even. Sue couldn't place her finger on why, exactly, but it just felt so utterly natural to be here, like this, undressed.

Dr. Stone seemed to understand. Perhaps better than Sue did.

"Women like you—women with powers—are encouraged not to use them. You can do so much, but there is so much socila impetus on you using your power 'the right way.' To restrict and control you. I believe you've internalized a lot of that, over the years, and that is part of the reason for your initial **** and discomfort. It's not about you being naked, it's about what that nakedness signifies. Society wants you to be ashamed of your body, wants you to hide your form. But you don't have to do that. You can flip the script. Show other people as they are."

As Dr. Stone talked, a strange glow seemed to limn her head. Sue felt suddenly strangely receptive, only vaguely aware of the halo—surely, some trick of the sunlight that came in through the window—and yet it grew brighter and brighter.

"In fact, I think you should look for an opportunity to use your power this week," Dr. Stone said. "Turn someone's clothes invisible. Show them naked."

Sue Storm nodded. The suggestion made eminent sense to her.