Answers?

You turn to face the voice behind you. It’s Julia Carpenter, the newest incarnation of Madame Web.

How the hell did she get into this girl’s apartment?

“How the hell did she get in this girl’s apartment?”

Julia smiled. “So, you’ve given up all pre-text of lying. Good, now that we’ve established that you’re not Mary Jane, just someone wearing her body, we can move along.”

“Um...” you start to back up towards your bedroom in fear of this well-informed intruder.

What they hell!? How do she know I’m not actually this girl? Wait a minute-

“What do you mean wearing!?” You say clutching your half-naked body. Clearly having someone else seeing you in your underwear still sends you into embarrassment no matter the body you’re in.

Julia casually walks up to the breakfast bar and pulls a stool out. She then planted herself in the stool and slid her hands across the table.

She sighs. “I’ve been working overtime and this job can get really stressful, you know? I mean really stressful. Just the amount of sheer will I have to put up just to get out of the bed when I hear the next ‘super-villain attack’ or better yet, the next ‘end of the world plot.’” Julia reaches over and grabs the pot of coffee near the fridge. She sets it down in front of her and looks up at Mary Jane.

“You mind if I...” She points to the pot.

“Um, who the fuck are you?” You ask.

“How rude! To think that I could be your saving grace and help you figure out your whole ‘body-swapping journey.’ Jeez, talk about gratitude...” Julia raises the pot to her lips and starts to gulp down its contents.

You can’t take your eyes off of her. Both fear and the sheer absurdity of what’s going on keep you from moving to the bedroom and locking yourself in. But finally you gain some courage as Julia is halfway done with the pot.

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!” You scream at the top of your lungs. Your boobs wiggle in reaction to your loud tone. It sends your mind down a whole loop of dirty thoughts and back to the reality of your situation. You slowly sink to the ground and place your head in your hands, sobbing.

Julia finishes the pot and slams it on the counter, it breaks and sends shards of glass all over the kitchen.

“Oops, my bad,” Julia rubs the back of her head in a mock apology. “But it seems you’ve finally gotten a grasp on your situation. Time for the introduction.”

She walks over to your sobbing mess and crouches down on the balls of her feet. Her hand touches your shoulder and in that instant you feel a sense of relief.

Your sobbing dies down enough for you to peek out at Julia’s face.

“Gosh, I never knew she wore makeup to bed. But damn! She even looks good messed up.” Julia rises to her feet and extends a hand towards you. “Here.”

You grab it and are hoisted up back onto your feet.

Julia doesn’t let go of your hand and instead leads you back into the bedroom where you first awoke as this hot redhead. She continues onto the bed, walking on it like some child about to jump and hit the ceailing. Her hand lets go of your’s as you reach the edge and you just stand there staring at her.

“So, this is my grand entrance and my name is Julia Carpenter. Some people call me Madame Web, but you can call me Julia. Now...” She extends her hand once again to you. “... I think it’s time we show you’d how to use your new body.”

“Wait, what!?” You start to back away again. The fear of this stranger returning to your forefront once again. “I thought you said you could help me with this?”

Julia’s lips pursed and then her shoulder slumped down. Her arms picked up the slack and waved themselves in a demonstarative manner. “Ugh, I didn’t say I would help you! i said I would help you on this journey, Duh!”

A million thoughts race through your head but before you can act on any of those thoughts Julia once gain speaks before you can think.

“I know what you’re thinking, its fine, I’m a pre-cog. If that word is too big for you, then I’m what you’d call an Oracle. See the future type of person. Ringing any bells?”

You shake your head. It seems to be the only thing you can physically do in this state.

“Ugh!” Julia throws her hands up in the air. She then starts to circle the bed explaining everything that’s about to happen. “First I make a ridiculous and lavish entrance. Putting you at odds and leaving you without any information on who I am and what I did. Then I lead you into the bedroom, relieve you of your already built-up sexual tension, and finally your calm enough for me to really explain what’s going on with you.”

You take your time to sift through all the information you just received, but your mind only Ingres on one thing... “Wait, relieve me of my sexual tension?”

“Yes dear.” Julia lifts something from behind her back and into your face. It starts to wiggle and makes sounds that go “whirr.” It’s a vibrator. “Got to get out that lent-up frustration and get you to cum. You ready?”

Again the scared lady advances toward you with a wicked grin on her face. Your only response is to, again, back into the corner of your room like a frightened animal.

Julia lunches out and grabs your right tit with her hand and squeezes hard. You let out a small moan and her nails dig into your soft flesh.