Poorly, With tape and body paint

Blue paint. White paint. Tape. The Invisible Woman carefully dabbed over herself with the brushes. She couldn't do anything that passed for normal clothing, but she could, if she were careful and not sloppy, make something that looked like her Fantastic Four costume. People often complained they were painted on, but this time Sue was doing it deliberately.

Even though she felt rushed, Sue took her time. First, tape over her nipples, then an undercoat of blue. More tape on her arms and legs, then white paint to mimic legs and boots...the Invisible Woman grimaced as she pulled the tape away, leaving clean lines that she hoped would sell the illusion.

Her pussy burned. The trapped defraudium crystal's rough edges were agitating the sensitive tissues.

Sue Storm held her head high as she walked out of the closet. Confidence was part of it. She wouldn't stand a close-up inspection, but if she moved like she knew what she was doing, hopefully she could pass until she got home.

Dawn was breaking as Sue emerged from the factory. People were already on the street. She stepped onto the sidewalk, acutely aware of the cold air on her painted skin, the unpainted portions already sweating, Nipples hard and pressed against the tape that was the only thing keeping her vaguely decent.

The carefully-maintained illusion fell apart almost immediately.

People on the sidewalk stared. Some of them took out their cameras and began to record. Sue Storm walked forward confidently, not meeting anyone's eyes. She made it a block before the jeers started.

"Is that the Invisible Woman?"

"Invisible slut! Can't believe she came out in public like that."

"You know they're all perverts."

"Stupid cunt! I can see your asshole!"

Sue Storm's lips were a tight line. She did her best to ignore them. People were crowding around. Her eyes caught the outline of the Baxter Building.

Ten blocks, if she went straight home. Which would confirm what everyone probably already expected, and would bring the paparazzi. Or...she could veer off, go somewhere else. Her mind ran through anywhere closer where she might find shelter, or at least a change of clothes. A bikini would be preferable to what she was wearing now.