The Clothing Is Fine, But...

"...it needs something more," Dr. Stone said, after critically appraising Sue Storm's outfit.

The heroine was in her civilian gear, the skirt barely covering her ass, the clear heels adding two inches to her height, the keyhole shirt showing the beads of sweat running down her cleavage. The psychiatrist circled the Invisible Woman like a tiger making sure a deer was truly alone before going in for the kill. Sue felt like a piece of meat on the rack at the butcher's shop.

If she was honest with herself, Sue found that naked gaze a little exciting.

"More?" Sue looked down at her outfit. "I lose three square inches of material and I'll be cited for public indecency!"

"It's not about what to take away," Dr. Stone said. "It's about adding something. An accent. Something that represents your new attitude and confidence. Perhaps a piercing."

Dr. Stone was comparatively conservatively dressed. A pink pencil skirt and matching jacket, open to show off her black blouse and matching heels. She carried herself with more confidence than Sue did, but then she was showing less skin than the Invisible Woman was right now.

The rimless glasses of Dr. Stone began to glow, and for a moment Sue Storm tottered on her unfamiliar heels. The gravimetric pulse across the heroine's brain was the equivalent of slamming the beer bong at a frat party, and the psychiatrist gently guided Sue to the chair.

"Just think about it," Karla said, from behind Sue's chair. Her voice soft, mellifluous, sliding straight into the Invisible Woman's ears and seeming to etch itself on the wet clay of her mind. "A navel piercing, perhaps. Or a cute little nose piercing. Maybe a few more ear piercings. Nothing overtly sexual, not yet, but something that decrees you're fun. Hip. With it."

"With it," Sue Storm repeated softly. In her mind's eye, the various options that Karla suggested appeared on her mental image of herself. Sue imagined the needle piercing her flesh, the new little bit of jewelry. It would be a substantial departure from her normal image...

"It's a form of self-expression," Moonstone said, as the implants Doctor Doom had planted into the villain's skull buzzed terribly. It made her vision waver, and she tasted copper in her mouth. "A way for you to really show how sexy and exciting you are."

"Sexy," Sue repeated dully. "Exciting."

They repeated it several more times. Just to make sure that the words had fully penetrated into her subconscious. Doctor Stone could hardly wait to see how Sue Storm would appear next week.