The Invisible Woman Gets A Tramp Stamp

"Something discreet," Dr. Stone suggested. "But sexy. After all, the only people who need to see it are you and your husband. You've seen the way his taste lies. The trashier the better."

Sue Storm considered this. It was a challenge, and she was a creative woman.

"Secrecy is important," the psychiatrist said. "I can recommend someone skilled—and trustworthy."

"I can make my own arrangements," Sue Storm said confidently.

Sue Storm saw the outline of the Baxter Building ahead of her. Yet her feet took her a few blocks west, into a small, nondescript bodega. There was an old, dark-skinned man with a steel-grey beard in an ancient shoeshine booth in the back. Sue walked up to him and said:

"I need a Tuesday touch-up."

He touched a button. The chair folded upwards, revealing a stairway down. Sue stepped into the secret S.H.I.E.L.D. facility, one reserved mostly for undercover agents who needed a quick disguise.

"Agent Storm-Richards," an older Asian woman in a labcoat said in a clean space that looked like a dentist's office. There was a single chair there, tools carefully tucked into the wall. Suitable for tattoos, temporary and permanent, piercings, dye jobs, even mild cosmetic surgery. "What can I do for you?"

"I need a lower back tattoo. Right above the buttocks," the heroine said, her heart hammering faster as she realized she was really doing this.

"Temporary or permanent?" the doctor asked.

"Permanent," Sue said.

They talked designs. Then Sue pulled her shirt up, just under her breasts, and her pants down to expose her buttocks. Seated backwards in the chair, it exposed the pale, clean skin to allow the doctor to work.

Normal tattoo artists would use an electric needle, and the work would take hours. S.H.I.E.L.D. had better resources. A device was settled over her lower back. Sue grimaced as a hundred small needles began to pierce her skin. They moved, like bees dragging their stingers. Behind it, a dermal regenerator ran, healing the damaged tissue.

It took an hour. Yet when the doctor moved the device away, the tattoo was there—and the skin healed, as though weeks of recovery, peeling and bruising had come and gone. In a mirror, Sue clearly saw it on her skin. Something that would scandalize her friends and fans. Something the Invisible Woman would never wear.

SLUT 4 LIFE

"Perfect," she said.