The Mental Exercises Unearth Uncomfortable Feelings

"How was your week?" Dr. Stone asked as Sue accepted a cup of tea from the psychiatrist.

The Invisible Woman took a sip of the tea before she answered. Her eyes flitted over Dr. Stone. The psychiatrist wore a blouse cinched tight at the waist to emphasize her bust, and open to the third button to show off her cleavage. The pencil skirt and hose accentuated the thin waist and long legs. Sue couldn't see any panties about the floor, and her cheeks burned a little as she realized she was looking for them.

"I tried those exercises we talked about at home," Sue said. "I—felt a little uncomfortable doing them."

"Oh?" Dr. Stone leaned backward. The light of the window seemed to catch her glasses so that they became circles of light.

Because I started getting wet thinking about your pussy, Sue Storm said to herself.

Then she heard the words come out of her own mouth.

The Invisible Woman's hand slapped over her mouth. She saw Dr. Stone smile behind her teacup.

"Would you believe," the psychiatrist said. "That is completely normal?"

"No," Sue said. "I mean, I'm straight."

"You have a husband, two children, never had a sexual relationship with a woman," Dr. Stone nodded. "Definitely seems strictly heterosexual. And yet..."

"I'm not gay!" Sue Storm said with more **** than she intended. Body suddenly tense. She almost spilled her tea.

"Are you familiar with the Kinsey Scale, Susan?" Dr. Stone said.

Sue blinked. "No?"

"It's an idea that emerged from a ground-breaking mid-century study in human sexuality. We like to think of human sexuality as essentially binary, or maybe trinary if you include individuals that are bisexual. But the truth is more complicated. Between those who are strictly homosexual and strictly heterosexual, there is a spectrum of individuals who experience at least some level of sexual attraction to members of the same sex. Not that many of them actively act on those impulses."

Dr. Stone put her tea cup down on the table, then reached over and took Sue's away from her. The psychiatrist leaned forward, and Sue instinctively leaned in. She caught a whiff of the scent that Dr. Stone was wearing. Something floral, exotic, spicy but not unpleasant. The psychiatrist caught Sue's hands in hers. The hands were very warm.

"I'm not saying you're gay, Susan. But I suspect, based on your response, that you may have sexual desires buried in your subconscious. Desires which we should explore—safely—to help resolve your stress."

The Invisible Woman took a deep breath. Her shoulders squirmed. She didn't like all this talk. Yet there was something reassuring in the idea that just because she got a little wet thinking about Dr. Stone's pussy didn't mean she was gay.

"How?" Sue asked, carefully.

Dr. Stone's smile widened.