Sue Tells Dr. Stone About Her Dream

"Hmm," Dr. Stone hummed.

Sue Storm, already embarrassed as she related the details of her dream, wasn't sure if that was a good "hmm" or a bad "hmm." She stared at the psychiatrist—dressed today in sheer stockings, a black pencil skirt, and a white blouse that had left the top two buttons unbuttoned, so that Sue caught the black lacy glimpse of a bra beneath that smooth expanse of cleavage and that bare, inviting neck. The two-inch black heels and the golden hair gathered in a bun above her head definitely added to the slutty-schoolteacher look that Dr. Stone unwittingly affected.

Dr. Stone had her legs crossed, so that Sue could almost see what panties she was wearing. A notebook balanced on her knee as she scribbled something hastily.

The Invisible Woman bit her lip. It was times like these that she wanted to turn invisible and slip away from uncomfortable social situations. Except unlike most people, she had the power to do so. The only thing restraining her was that it would be rude to do so.

Finally, Dr. Stone looked up from her notepad.

"I could throw out a bunch of technical terms like 'psychological transference,' and 'sexual fixation on authority figures,'" the doctor said...and then her red lips twisted into a smile. "But the real question is: did you enjoy your dream?"

Sue blinked. She had expected recriminations, analysis, maybe further embarassment. Not...whatever this was.

"I. Um. I wasn't sure whether I should enjoy it," Sue Storm said frankly.

Dr. Stone nodded.

"Reasonable, under the circumstances. But Susan, you have to understand that dreams are simply fantasies. They're ways for your subconscious to work out feelings and thoughts that your conscious mind cannot process easily or immediately. It is normal to have erotic thoughts about other people, it is common to have dreams about them—that's part of the reason I gave you that pillow, to give a focus for your desires. It would have been weird if you didn't dream about me. That's a good sign."

"It is?" Sue's brow furrowed.

"Of course," Dr. Stone's glasses flashed like two small golden suns as they caught the light from the window. To Sue Storm, it was almost as if the doctor's eyes glowed from within. "Now we have to move on to the next step: masturbation."

Sue Storm's eyelids fluttered. The tension in her body melted away as Moonstone's small gravimetric impulses sent the Invisible Woman back into a suggestible state.

"Masturbation," Sue muttered.

Dr. Stone leaned forward.

"You don't want to just sleep with my pillow," she said, voice husky. "You want to hump it like a dog in heat. You want to rub your cunny against it while thinking of me. Wishing I was there, in your arms. You want to pull your panties aside and rub your bare labia against that pillow. Like a bitch in heat."

Sue Storm nodded dumbly. Dr. Stone smiled. The chemicals impregnated into the pillowcase released when subject to heat and friction, and worked best when exposed directly to the body's mucous membranes.

Dr. Stone leaned back, and her glasses resumed their normal appearance. Sue Storm shook herself slightly, realizing she had slumped in her chair.

"As I was saying, I'd like you to start a dream journal. Just keep a notebook by your bed, and when you awake first thing in the morning, write down what you experienced. She gave Sue a satisfied smile. "And next week, we'll read and review it together."