CAUGHT YOUR GIRLFRIEND WEARING YOUR SUIT - Jean Grey

You burst into your bedroom, frantically tearing through your room. Panic is setting in because your spare Spider-Man suit is missing, and patrol starts in twenty minutes. You whip open your closet door—

And freeze dead in your tracks.

Standing right there is your girlfriend, Jean Grey. The mask is pushed up on her forehead, and she is zipped up in your skin-tight red-and-blue spandex. Because the suit was custom-tailored for your athletic build, the flexible fabric is stretched ruthlessly tight over every curve of her body, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. The contours of her hips and chest strain against the thin material, outlining her silhouette in painfully vivid detail.

You stand in the doorway, eyes wide, jaw practically on the floor. Your brain short-circuits completely, a hot flush rushing straight to your face.

Jean slowly turns her head to look at you. Her amber-flickering eyes lock onto yours. Not a single muscle in her face moves. The blush on her cheeks is betrayed entirely by the absolute deadpan seriousness in her voice.

"I'm going to erase your mind now," Jean says slowly, her tone completely flat and unblinking.

A stray telepathic pulse tickles the back of your brain—half warning, half amusement—as she crosses her arms, waiting to see what terrified excuse you're going to come up with first.