Sue Storm Confesses to Reed Richards

"Reed?" Sue Storm said.

He had come to bed early, which he never did. Sue was wearing just an oversized Fantastic Four t-shirt; Mr. Fantastic only his blue Fantastic Four-themed silk boxers. His arm stretched around her shoulder as he sat down on his side of the bed, as easily and casually as he had thousands of times since they had first gotten this bed.

Reed Richard's brown eyes fixed on his wife's. He should have been in his lab, discovering the secrets of the universe, talking Hank Pym out of creating true vacuum, on a conference call with Wakanda. Instead he was here. With her. Why?

"Something's on your mind," he said. "I noticed it at dinner. You weren't eating. Just pushing that tomato around your salad. And you've been sighing a lot lately. Agitated. When you look at me, the expression on your face is...well, never play poker."

Sue cracked a smile. The smile wavered for a moment. Then it turned into a sob.

It came out. Everything. The sessions with Karla. Then the rest of it. The sex. The aftercare. How it felt to be with another woman, the side of herself that Sue had never experimented with but now that she had experienced it, didn't know how to go back.

"Oh, Reed!" she sobbed. "I'm so sorry. I should have never—I never wanted to hurt you. I've been such a selfish slut—"

"You're the most selfless person I know," Reed assured her, and his chin rested on her head as he cradled the blonde heroine to his chest. "And I'm sorry that you've carried this all these years and it's taken me until now to notice."

Sue sniffed.

"But how do we go on? I betrayed you—and I don't—I don't know how to go back—"

Even as she said it, Reed's chest softened and swelled. Sue found her face pushed back by the growing tissue. Nipples stretched and reshaped themselves into tiny and oddly familiar pert pink points. In less time than it took to type it out one-handed, a pair of perfectly-naturally looking breasts hung on the chest of Reed Richards.

Sue pulled her face away for a moment and blinked in amazement.

"I based them," Reed said. "On She-Hulk's. But I can adjust them if you like."

"Reed," Sue said, and her voice sounded odd to her own ears. "A woman is more than a pair of tits—"

Mister Fantastic's body stretched. Parts shrunk, others grew. Tigra's long legs. Hips like Spider-Woman after the pregnancy. Storm's badonkadonk. The face was more subtle; it was Reed's face, Reed's eyes, but softer, the ips fuller. More like the one photo Sue had seen of Reed's long-dead mother.

"I've been practicing," Reed said, and the voice was softer, more feminine. "Not because I thought I would ever need to use it with you, but in case I needed to impersonate a woman on one of our adventures. At least at first. Later on, I—I got into it, I would say. Sometimes when you were off on your S.H.I.E.L.D. missions, I would try on your clothes, your costumes. I can't do anything about the hair until it grows out, but—well. I call myself Rina, when I'm like this."

Sue was breathless. Literally stunned. It was a side to her husband she had never imagined.

Stranger still, Reed was so—hot. Sue's fingers touched the soft, pink little nipples, which began to stiffen as she worked them.

"Rina," Sue said. Her hands touched her husband—her wife—her spouse, who still had her cock, but whose body was in every other way like a natural-born woman, at least to touch. "I have so many questions. This is so much to take in."

Rina nodded.

"Of course, darling. I just want you to know we're in this together. And—there's only one thing I ask of you, going forward—"