So I was a girl. That was definitely not what I wanted to happen. My costume was a little bit tight. I kind of expected it to be loose, because even though I was small before, I was likely even smaller. It seemed to accent both my breasts and butt, but I supposed spandex was form-fitting. Also I seemed to be wearing underwear underneath it, as in a bra. I would probably have to figure out how to get that on and off. I began to look for a mask. I found one…that only covered my face. Wouldn't that make it easier for people to discover my identity? Oh right. I don't exist. Still I didn't know how long I would be like this. Stephen no longer knew who I was, so asking him to change me back probably wouldn't work.
I reached down to try to adjust my suit. I would have to get out of it, but I likely didn't have any clothes. I inadvertently touched my breasts and…oh that felt good, but I realized that I shouldn't be doing that. I would have to find a way to dress myself because all I had under my suit was underwear and you typically need to wear more than that to places. That was when it hit me. I could take something from Aunt May's apartment. Since she had just died, I doubt it had been cleared out yet. I would have to get there fast though, even though I didn't know who would be able to clear it out. Of course I probably wouldn't be able to stay there because people would notice.
I headed to the apartment trying my hardest not to be seen. I wouldn't be able to go down the hallway, so I would have to enter through the fire escape. It would be safe for me to live there, if not for the fact that doing so would be illegal. I mean in theory, I could I live there. And I did still have the card to the anonymous bank account that Mr. Stark set me up with. It looked like I would need some of that money. Trying to adapt in a world where you no longer exist would be tough. Maybe I could make myself a fake ID. I would probably have to come up with a name for myself. Well if I was going to give myself a girl's name. I could only think of one of that sounded good.
"My name is Antonia Parker." I said out loud. It sounded a little bit weird and it would take some getting used, but for as long as I was like this, I would be able to honor his legacy. Of course I would need the materials to make a fake ID.
I managed to get into the apartment with ease since it wasn't the first time that I had done it. Breaking in to places was a bit of a specialty of mine. I went to her room. Well I decided to try and see if anything of mine would fit but it was no use. I did decide to grab a shirt because maybe I would be able to sleep in it. Maybe I could even spend the night. It was kind of late after all. However, that idea quickly passed as I heard footsteps. I quickly grabbed some things and left. I didn't have a lot of time to be picky, I just grabbed them and quickly left because I didn't want to be discovered. Maybe it was a the landlord coming to clean out the place or something.
I found somewhere I could change before I realized just what I had grabbed. I was a white turtleneck sweater and grey miniskirt. I sighed. I had nothing else to do but it on. I had only been a girl for a few hours and already I was wearing a skirt. I put my suit in my backpack because I needed to find somewhere to stay for the night at least.
That was when I remembered I knew the perfect place to stay for the night. My aunt literally ran a homeless shelter. On that topic, I really hoped that it wouldn't get shut down now that she wasn't around anymore. I headed over to F.E.A.S.T. That would at least be somewhere that I could stay for the night.
The other thing that I noticed was that while my upper body was somewhat warm, I couldn't help but feel cold from the waist down. It probably wasn't a good idea to wear a miniskirt in the winter. I would have to get there quickly even though I wasn't sure if I could get sick anymore because I hadn't since being bitten.
I walked into F.E.A.S.T. The doors were always open, but I would still need to find someone to check me in.
"Can I help you?" A man asked me. I recognized him as Martin Li. He was one of Aunt May's closest friends. I was a bit surprised that he was there, but maybe he figured that he didn't really have time to grieve.
"Yeah I'm…Antonia." I stated. I still sounded weird. I wasn't sure why I was so nervous about this. Mr. Li was a great guy. "I k…kinda need a place to stay for the night. C…can you help me?"
I also still wasn't used to the sound of my voice yet because this was literally the first conversation that I had had using it. I supposed that a homeless teen would be nervous about something like this.
"Before I say yes to anything, I need to know if your parents know that you're here." He declared.
"My parents…are dead. I d..don't have any family left." I stammered. Yeah, it kind of sucked because I also didn't have any friends at all. "I hope it's not going to be a problem for me to stay here. Please."
He just wrapped his arms around me. I was not used to people towering over me. It did make me feel better.
"You can stay here as long as you need to." He declared. Hopefully it wouldn't be for more than the night.
It turned out that I wasn't alone in the room that I was in. I supposed that it really wasn't possible for everyone to have their own room. I didn't really talk to anyone though because I wasn't really looking to make friends with anyone. Plus they might want to get to know me and there really wasn't anything for me to say. Fortunately, they weren't too nosy. I was able to borrow something to sleep in since it was probably too cold for me to sleep in my underwear.
Trying to sleep was weird. The addition of breasts made the usual position that I slept in more complicated. Additionally, I was kind of afraid to go to sleep because I didn't know what kind of dreams I would have. Would they be nightmares of Aunt May's death? Would it be nightmares of Ned and MJ not believing me, even though they probably wouldn't believe me now. They might believe that I was their friend that they forgot but I don't think that they would believe that I was a boy named Peter Parker.
I finally did get to sleep and I couldn't help but see a familiar face.
"Hey Kid." He greeted me.
"Mr. Stark." I remarked in surprise as I hugged him. "What are you doing here?"
I recognized it could just be my subconscious imagining him and he wasn't really there but I kind of wanted to believe that it was him. Maybe it was just because I didn't really get a chance to say goodbye to him.
"Your aunt thought you would want to see me. You know I'm pretty impressed by your ability to screw things up. Kind of reminds me of myself." He said.
"Turning myself into a girl wasn't exactly part of the plan." I admitted. Of course, he probably knew that.
"So do you know what you're going to do now?" He asked me.
"No, sir." I answered.
"Maybe you could help look after Morgan. I'm pretty sure that she could use a nanny and you're kind of the right kind of build for that at this very moment." He pointed out.
I blushed a little at that. I really didn't know a lot about taking care of kids, even though Morgan was more like a little sister to me. Of course there were some very notable obstacles to employment of any kind, much less with the most powerful woman in the world. Of course, I wasn't alive when we had a female president due to half of Congress getting blipped.
"With all due respect, Sir, I don't think your wife will hire me when she can't even do a background check." I remarked. I mean doing that would solve a lot of my problems, but it wasn't likely to happen.
"Well maybe not initially but you have to play to your strengths. You know you're really good at getting people to like you." He said. "I would know, but there's something that I never got to tell you and I probably should before you wake up. It's about your parents."
I wondered what he could possibly know about my parents. Of course they say that dreams never really end when you want to…or maybe nobody says that at all. The point it was that the worst possible moment I woke up.
I nearly let out of a grunt of frustration before I realized that I was not alone in the room and everyone else was asleep. What did he know about my parents? I needed to know. Of course the more pressing matter was that I had to pee. It was something that I was a little afraid of to be honest. I slowly walked to the bathroom. I did remember to sit and also knew a bit of hygiene due to a time where Aunt May had given me way too much information. Having a vagina was weird.
I went to breakfast and it wasn't a surprise that I had the same metabolism as I used to. Of course that was a bit of a problem considering I didn't know how much food they had and I didn't want anyone to not get any because of me. I felt pretty bad when I went back for seconds.
"You're a hungry girl." He said as he gave me some more.
"So do you own this place?" I asked. I wasn't supposed to know about Aunt May. I don't know what possessed me to even ask because it would only cause me pain.
"No." He replied. "At the moment, nobody really owns it. The owner died suddenly and we have to see if she had a will."
"I…I should go." I declared.
"Look, you didn't know. It's not your fault." He said.
"I'm really sorry." I declared before I ran off.
I wanted to run. I wanted to get as far away as possible. It was still hard to manage in this body. I most likely wouldn't have a lot of time to do that. I would probably need to be a hero again at some point. The city needed Spider-Man…even if I was a girl. Spider-Girl? Yeah let's go with that. The city needed Spider-Girl.
I thought about what Mr. Stark had said, aside from the non-answer about my parents. I really did want to spend some time with Morgan. I never really got to know her. She was even someone that I might be able to convince who I was. I knew why he had to do to it, but it kind of sucked that she was going to have to grow up without her dad and I wanted to be there for her. The only problem was I did not how I was supposed to even get a meeting with Mrs. Stark.
The other thing that was on my mind was that they were going to be burying Aunt May. I should probably go to that. I could do it in a way that not a lot of people would see me. I supposed the most important thing would be getting more clothes, even though I didn't really have anywhere to put them. I supposed that my backpack could probably hold a few more outfits. I didn't really know my sizes. I might need someone to measure me, which sounded kind of embarrassing to be honest.
I decided to grab some things that I thought would fit me. I did make sure to try them on to confirm that. I even managed to figure out how to get my bra on and off. I didn't know if I should be embarrassed that I had managed to figure out complex equations faster than I managed to get it on, but by doing so, I was able to figure out what size it was. Unfortunately, when I finally managed to come out of the changing room, I crashed right into someone. It seemed like I was still a bit of a klutz.
"Sorry." I apologized before I looked at who I had crashed into. "Betty."
I realized that I should not have said her name out loud.
"I'm sorry, do I know you from somewhere?" She asked.
I was a pretty bad liar, but it wasn't like she would believe me if I told the truth either. I had to think of something.
"No, but you're Betty Brant, the reporter, right?" I replied. I hoped that would be convincing enough. I wasn't even that sure I was very convincing as a girl…wait what am I talking about? I don't know. This is all weird for me.
"Yeah, I just didn't think that people would recognize me." She said. She seemed to buy it so that was good. "That's a cute outfit."
I had never had anyone compliment my clothes before. I was a little unsure of what to say. I then remembered what you're supposed to say when someone compliments you.
"Thank you." I stated.
"So do you need help with your makeup at all?" Betty asked. Makeup? I hadn't even thought about makeup. I forgot that girls wear makeup.
"Um I don't really have money for makeup." I lied. I probably did, but I didn't know how to use it.
"I'll buy it for you." She offered.
"You don't have to do that." I replied. I had a feeling that it wouldn't work though.
"I insist." She said. "You know I forgot to ask your name."
"It's Antonia…Parker." I declared.
"That is a pretty name. It's a little long though. Do you mind if I call you Toni?" She asked. Even though I had named myself after him, I wasn't sure if I was comfortable going by his name.
"I would rather you didn't." I admitted.
"Okay, Antonia it is." She agreed. "Come on. Let's go to Sephora."
So makeup is confusing. I didn't know how girls managed to have such a mastery of such a thing. I felt like a needed a textbook full of all of different items and how to use them. Something to study would definitely be helpful.
I managed to get an all-black outfit to wear to the cemetery. I wished that I could have been closer. I mean I was literally in a tree. Fortunately, no one was looking up at the trees. I saw some people were there. Happy, Mr. Li, some of the other people from F.E.A.S.T. I kind of expected Mrs. Stark to be there, but she was probably busy.
That night, I was walking the streets and I couldn't help but notice that a group of guys in tracksuits were chasing after a girl. Against my better judgment, I decided to change and follow them.
It turned out to be a smart decision because the men had guns. They held them out and I webbed them down. I then realized that I would have to fight. Adjusting to a new center of gravity was not easy, but I managed to do it. The men ran off and I decided to check on the girl who seemed to be surprised. I wasn't even sure it would be fair to call her a girl because I was pretty sure that she was older than me and she was definitely taller. I supposed it was not every day that you get rescued by a masked vigilante.
"Are you okay?" I asked her.
"You're Spider-Girl." She said. Okay…I wasn't expecting that. "I'm sorry I'm a huge fan. My name's Kate…Kate Bishop."
So Peter is now Antonia and she met someone that she knew, someone that she didn't know and even a possible villain. Martin is played by Harry Shum Jr. So is Antonia going to become Morgan's nanny? That would sure be interesting. Please don't forget to review.