"F-Felicia, what did you do!?" Peter said, panickingly looking over his new body.

"Relax, Petey," said Felicia, as she walked over to Peter. "I just needed to borrow your body. I have a job to do tonight that requires your skills."

"Y-you cannot just steal my life and identity like that, Felicia!" Peter squeaked.

"Huh? Oh, no, no, don't worry, Petey," said Felicia. "I'm not keeping your body. No offense, but I don't think I can get away with my usual charm with this face."

"Oh, right, of course," said Peter. "I don't have any... wiles."

"Hey, now, don't sell yourself, short, Petey," said Felicia, coyly smiling under the mask. "You know, I bet you could make it work on the ladies if you wanted to."

"What are you trying to do, Felicia?" said Peter. "How did you even do this?"

Felicia suddenly reached into her now former body's pocket and pulled out a small scroll. "With a little help from this baby. let's just say that I borrowed it from a... strange place. And right now, I've got a job to do. I really am sorry about this, Petey, but I can't let you mess this up for me now."

Felicia began to walk away- a rather embarrassing-looking, feminine-looking walk, if you asked Peter. "Felicia, I won't let you get away!" Peter said. "You need to switch us back right now!"

Felicia stopped for a second, before turning to look at Peter. Felicia suddenly took the Spider-Man mask off, and showed Peter a softer look on his former face. "I really am sorry, Petey, about everything. But I need to do this. I don't have time to explain why, but I have to. If you knew, you'd understand." That was when she put the mask back on and jump off the rooftop, shooting a webline to swing away. However, as she did, Peter could see her actually crash into another building.

Guess she lacks practice, Peter thought. He tried to stand up, but the webs around his new feet made him fall down. Looking down at them, he pulled and pulled, trying to free himself, but to no avail. But then, he looked at his new hands and noticed the razor sharp claws on his gloves. Of course, this was how Felicia always escaped from him. He used these claws to slash at the webs until finally, the gave way. Smiling to himself, Peter attempted to stand up, but this time he had trouble balancing, due to Felicia awful high-tops and his... different center of gravity.

Ugh, how do women walk in these things? Peter thought. Seriously, Felicia, what is the point of you wearing these things? Don't you usually run away in this costume? Why would you want to do that in high-tops?

As Peter attempted to get used to walking, he spied some glass on the wall on the rooftop, and walked over to look his new body over. He looked down to feel his new curves, felt his new soft, white hair on his head, and felt his new cheekbones. "This has gotta be a bad dream!" he thought to himself. However, he kept looking his new self over, and he couldn't help but... admire his new drop-dead good looks. Well, Felicia, you take care of yourself, that's for sure. He slowly parted some of Felicia's beautiful white locks from in front of his face to see himself better, before suddenly realizing what he was doing and backing up in disgust.

"Ugh, focus, Parker!" he said to himself. "You gotta find Felicia and make her fix this!"

Peter tried thinking to himself, just what was Felicia trying to do? It had to have something to do with that key she stole. That key led to a treasure that Wilson Fisk blackmailed Walter Hardy into giving up to him. But what on earth was it? Why would Felicia go to all this trouble for one little trinket from her dad? She stole all those assets from all the mobs in the city. She literally doesn't even need anything more? Unless... the treasure's value isn't monetary, but... sentimental. Of course. It was from her father after all. That's what this whole thing was about.

But that begged another question. Why would she go all "Freaky Friday" on him? What did she need his body for? Unless... she wanted to frame him for this whole thing! Peter clenched his new fists as his new blood boiled again. He could not believe she'd stoop this low.

He had to find Miles and Mary-Jane. They could help him find Felicia and make her fix this. He'd just have to convince them he was Peter somehow. As Peter attempted to walk away, the high-tops made him lose his balance again. Ugh! That's it! He angrily ripped the high-tops off his new feet and tossed them aside. He could manage in socks.

Suddenly, Peter heard a loud, distant noise growing closer, and he turned his new head to see a police helicopter flying towards him. As the side door opened, Peter saw a spotlight shined on him and an officer emerge from the side with a megaphone.

"Freeze, Felicia Hardy! You're under arrest now, anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of law!"

"What?" Peter said. "No, no, no, you-you got the wrong guy! Er, girl, er, whatever! I'm not Felicia Hardy! I'm Spider-Man!"

The officer justifiably looked confused before saying, "Sure, and I'm secretly Tony Stark."

Peter groaned at himself for saying that, and decided to make a break for it. He ran off, the helicopter close behind, until he saw a another rooftop and prepared to jump to it. However, once it was time for him to land, he instead crashed and tumbled across the rooftop until he ran into a TV antennae.

"Oof!" he said, as he tried to stand up. However, doing so caused his new hair to snag on the antennae, and get him stuck in place. "Oh, come on!"

"What's going on up here?" came another voice as he looked over to see a door to the rooftop. It swung open to give way to an angry-looking couple. "It's the bottom of the ninth! Who are you? What are you doing up here?"

Peter sighed. "Honestly, I don't even know, right now." Under any other circumstances, Peter would have left any pursuers in the dust by now. But that was mainly due to his webs, his agility, and his Spider-Sense. Unfortunately, Felicia's body had no superpowers, so now Peter was at a loss.

The police chopper suddenly landed on the rooftop, as the megaphone officer and another officer got out. "Sheesh, that was quite a tumble, Ms. Hardy. You've really lost your touch, haven't you?"

"Heck, you made this whole thing way too easy. That big scene you made at that warehouse? The clues you left us? You didn't even do a good job of running away from us. It's like you wanted to get caught."

Peter mentally smacked himself as it all dawned on him. Of course Felicia Hardy wasn't careless. She deliberately left clues for the police to follow, deliberately allowed them to stay on her tail. That way, once she pulled the old switcheroo and stole his body, she could escape as Spider-Man and leave Peter in her body to be captured in his stead.

"Guys, please," Peter pleaded. "This whole thing is a big misunderstanding."

Unfortunately, the officers ignored him and cuffed his hands behind his back. "Tell it to the chief, cat lady."

Miles was carefully jumping from rooftop to rooftop, only using his webbing sparsely. He was still getting used to this whole web-swing thing, and admittedly, it was kind of scary to try. But he hadn't ended up in the pavement yet.

Miles was trying out his own Spider-Man costume he designed. It had the same basic design as Peter's, but it was completely black, and had red outlines covering. Miles figured it could work well at night.

Finally, he spotted Mary-Jane's apartment and jumped onto the side, before knocking on the window. It wasn't long before he saw Mary-Jane in the window, and she opened it to let him in.

"Honestly, do you guys ever think of trying the door?" said Mary-Jane.

"Hey, Pete said to get here fast," said Miles. "Isn't he here yet?"

"No. I wonder what's taking him so long?" said Mary-Jane.

Suddenly, they heard a crash, and they looked outside the window, and were confused when they saw "Peter" attached to the wall, but holding his head. "Ugh, okay, not one of my best landings."

"Peter?" said Mary-Jane. "Are you okay? Did you just crash?"

"Ugh, sorry about that," said "Peter" as he crawled inside. "I got a little distracted while swinging."

"What? But didn't your Spider-Sense warn you?" said Miles.

"Uh, look, we don't have time to talk about this," said "Peter". "I came here to tell you guys that I found Felicia, but she got away. But I think I know what she's really after now."

"You do?" said Mary-Jane. "Well, what is it?"

"Well, technically, I don't know what exactly is, but I do know where it is," "Peter" explained. "It's hiding inside this old museum that Fisk used to hide a bunch of the stuff he smuggled. The safe is hidden inside archeology exhibit, but I also learned Felicia needs another key to get it."

"Really?" said Mary-Jane. "So, she must be after that key right now."

"Well, what're we waiting for?" said Miles. "Let's get to that museum before she does. I bet we could set a trap for her."

"No!" "Peter" suddenly exclaimed. Mary-Jane and Miles looked at him in confusion before he cleared his throat, took off his mask, and said, "I-I mean, she knows that I know where she's going. She'd be the one setting a trap for us."

"How can you be so sure?" said Miles.

"Well, this is Felicia Hardy we're talking about here," said "Peter". "I mean, he's awful smart, cunning, clever, crafty, impressive, athletic, strong, determined, stunning-"

Miles suddenly elbowed "Peter", and mumbled to him, "Dude, did you forget that your girlfriend is standing right there?!"

"Peter" looked at the very unamused face on Mary-Jane's face, and sheepishly said, "Uh, the point is she's too smart to fall for something like that. We should try something else."

"Like what?" Mary-Jane said.

"I think I figured out where that second key is," said "Peter". "It's hidden inside this old garbage management building Fisk used to hide some of his dirtier businesses. If we get there first, we can get the key, and then I bet she'll be putty in our hands."

"Steal the key?" said Miles. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Of course it is... uh... pal," "Peter" said.

Miles looked at him weird. Why did he hesitate? It was like he couldn't remember his name for a second there.

"I still think gunning it for the museum makes more sense," said Mary-Jane. "It'd be the one place we'd be guaranteed to beat her to."

"Ugh," said "Peter", before he said, "Okay, how about you and I hit the garbage building to find the key, and then we can just ask..." he paused again before slowly looking at Miles, "...you to run to the museum and guard the little treasure she's after."

Miles raised an eyebrow at him. "Why not you?" he said. "You're a better fighter than I am."

"Uh, look there's no time to argue," said "Peter". "It'll just be easier to find that key first."

"I don't know, Pete," said Mary-Jane. "It's not like Felicia's the type to give in to blackmail."

"Oh, I know that," "Peter" said. "She's too smooth a gal to give in so easily. I'm sure you would understand that, dollface."

"Doll- what did you just call me!?" said Mary-Jane, her face giving off a look of disgust.

"Um, look, just trust me on this, okay?" said "Peter". "Whatever that treasure is, I know for a fact that getting it is very important to her. I know she'll cooperate. C'mon, we should get going, okay?"

Miles and Mary-Jane looked at him confused but eventually they nodded and Mary-Jane said, "Okay, just give me a second to look up this garbage place."

As she sat down on her couch with her laptop, Miles looking over her shoulder, "Peter" started mumbling to himself. "Sheesh, Felicia, could you be anymore obvious?"

Felicia's eyes met a reflective decoration in Mary-Jane's house and was reminded of Peter's reflection. "Hmm, maybe I just feel out of my element." Then, she couldn't help but stare a little more, at her new baby blue eyes, rough, brown hair, and her muscular pecs. Peeking behind her real quick, she coyly grinned and thought, Gotta say, Petey, you take care of yourself.

"Here it is," said Mary-Jane, snapping Felicia out of her thoughts as she looked over to the couch. "Yeah, the garbage place isn't that far from here. And the museum should be... a mile and a half to the north of here."

"Alrighty then," said Miles, walking over to the window. "I'm on my way right now. Good luck you two." He jumped out and fired a webline, swinging away.