Gwen Stacy, aka Ghost-Spider.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

"Huh?"

Dick shot awake. He sat up. The satin pink covers falling down his bare chest.

Pink..?

The Flying Grayson's gaze darted around the room. Stuffed animals? A vanity table? A walk-in closet? The pastel pink room was an affront to his vision. Where was he? Some girl's room from the looks of it. Was all of that just a weird dream? The visions. God, thinking about it made his head spin. He got up, realizing he was completely naked. He silenced the alarm and got out of bed.

Jesus... he must have gotten drunk or something. Hopefully that's all that happened. Kory would kill him if not. He was on thin ice enough as it is.

The vigilante opened the window. Daylight. Sprawling city roads. But this wasn't Gotham or Bludhaven. The street names weren't familiar. He looked back at the nightstand. He picked up a framed photo of a blonde girl with some guy on top of the Statue of Liberty. Was he in New York? That couldn't be right! He scrunched his brows. Last thing he remembered, he was with Batman. Commissioner Gordon needed the dynamic duo to investigate the strange glowing crack in the sky. As soon as they got close... things got blurry.

Those visions, were they real?

Dick looked in the vanity mirror. His jaw hung wide open.

There stood not the handsome Defender of Bludhaven, but a blonde girl in her early 20's. Her hair ran a little past her shoulders. Her eyes were crystal blue. She was slim, yet athletic and toned with curves where it counts. Dick **** his eyes off her nude body. He was better than that. Strangely enough, her motions mimicked his own. He looked down at his hand only to see it was shrinking! His whole body was!

The ex-boy wonder panicked as his form began to change before his very eyes. His palms were losing muscle, becoming slender. His fingernails elongated and became manicured. The softening skin ran up his arms, losing hair as well as muscle bulk as the changes spread.His biceps eroded to match his altering frame. His shoulders moved inward, his frame losing its width. His waistline cinched inward, his glorious abs shrank down as his stomach flattened. His spine snapped, adjusting his posture to give him the makings of an s-shape.

The crime fighter felt like the breath had been punched out of him. He knew the unfortunate sensation all too well. He hunched over, using the vanity for support as he tried to regain his bearings.

Dick grabbed at his stomach, watching as his abs became smaller, though maintaining their tone. He had been put through the most bizarre chain of events imaginable in the past god knew how long, yet he still couldn’t wrap his head around what was happening to him in that moment. He watched curiously as his hardened skin became smooth and hairless, scars from old wounds and battles with Deathstroke faded to nothingness. He’d gotten noticeably smaller, his legs losing length and his height dropping from 5’10” to 5’5” as a result. Kori already teased him enough for being shorter than her. Losing even more height was going to be downright embarrassing!

The thick muscle on his legs he’d worked so hard to build up changed. Rather than deteriorate or vanish, his thighs reshaped, thickening more towards his pelvis as his hips expanded and gained an appealing curve. His ass puffed out, accompanying his new childbearing hips. The muscle in his rear turned to fat, shifting into a heart shape.

Dark hair spilled into his eyes, quickly turning to a vibrant blonde as it fell just past his shoulders.

“My hair!”

Dick heard his changing voice, covering his mouth with fear in his eyes. His Adam's apple had begun to recede, putting his tone in a state of reverse puberty. Instead of getting deeper, his pitch only grew higher the more it cracked. His nose shrank, his jawline softening as his lips puffed out, gloss appearing on them.. His eyelashes grew longer, mascara and eyeshadow appearing over his eyelids. Foundation manifested on his cheeks

“Seriously, what the hell is going o-AHH!”

Dick groaned, feeling the changes spread to his insides as his voice finished shifting in pitch.

“Why do I sound like a…”

The apprentice of the World’s Greatest Detective finally figured out what was happening to him.

“I’m… I’m turning into a girl..?”

DIck looked down at his changing body, running his slender hand over his smooth skin, noticing he still had clear evidence he was still male in between his legs. Not to mention the lack of breasts.

“No, not just any girl…”

Dick looked back to the vanity mirror, realizing the girl in his reflection wasn’t just an illusion. She was the end result of whatever the hell was happening to him.

“I’m turning into… Gwen…?”

How did he know that name?

“Gwen… Gwen Stacy..?”

The second he uttered her name aloud, he grunted painfully. His stomach gurgled as his internal organs shifted to make room for his new womb, sperm cells becoming egg cells as his chromosomes reversed from XY to XX. He watched in horror as his dick grew harder and harder, rubbing against his thick effeminate thighs.

“God dammit…”

Dick hated when he was right.

He grabbed the head as it began to recede, his genitals inverting into a pair of lips absorbing what was left of his masculinity. To his surprise, his shaft only grew more and more sensitive the further in it retreated. This made gripping it without groaning in explicit ecstasy a difficult task. His efforts to save that part of himself only exasperated the situation.

During Dick’s fruitless struggle to preserve his manhood, a similar pleasurable feeling coursed through his chest. His nipples hardened, mammary glands formed beneath them. His once strong, muscular chest was now soft and supporting two budding breasts. Fat flowed into his expanding bust. The feeling was so distracting, Dick couldn’t help but grab at one in a mixture of surprise and terror. As his breasts inflated to their maximum capacity, his manhood vanished up inside of him. The perky C-Cup breasts rested firmly on his chest, still sending foregin messages to his mind. The chemical imbalance in his brain correcting itself as testosterone became estrogen, a chain reaction running through his body and culminating in the most pleasurable climax of his life.

“GAH!”

Dick panted.

A sickening schlurp noise was the last thing she heard. Her fingers desperately trying to grip the head of what was left of her dick instead brushed against her newly formed clitoris.She spazzed with euphoria, a haze of pleasure she had been building up to since the second her transformation started.

Dick couldn’t even hold herself up anymore, held hostage by the sensations her new body was subjecting her too. The girl in the mirror’s face was flushed red as she realized she looked exactly like her reflection. No, she was her reflection.

“I… I’m Gwen…?”

Dick inhaled and exhaled sharply.

She ran a hand through her thick blonde locks.

“Kori’s never going to let me hear the end of this… that is… if I figure out how to get home…”

Dick shivered as she stood up, the pleasure still lingering.

She’d never speak of what she just experienced to anyone for as long as she lived.

“I just need to find something to wear. Yeah, that’s it.”

She tried her best to formulate a plan given the circumstances. What would Batman do in a situation like this?

Dick began to peruse Gwen’s bedroom, opening the closet and finding an assortment of feminine outfits. Of course, Dick turned into a chick and she couldn’t have at least turned into a tomboy? Or a flat chested girl?

“Wait a second…”

Dick stopped flipping through hangars. Something caught her eye.

“What’s this…?”

She plucked a hangar out, holding the strange looking costume before her. The suit was white and black with pink accents here and there. It came with a hood. It was obviously a hero costume, but she couldn’t make heads or tails of what her powers were supposed to be.

“Guess I need to find out…”

Dick realized before she could don the suit, she was missing one vital component to every superhero costume.

"Oh.. right. Underwear..."

Dick rummaged through Gwen's drawers, finding an ungodly amount of colorful bra and panty sets. She eventually settled on the least girly looking set, a plain white bra and matching panties. She slipped the underwear on with ease but it was the bra that she struggled with. Taking Kori's off was so easy compared to putting one on.

The former Defender of Bludhaven slipped on the white and black jumpsuit, the fabric clinging tightly to her skin. She felt it was extremely stretchy yet very durable. She slipped her arms in and pulled it up over her chest. The suit clung tightly to her breasts, leaving little to the imagination.

There was something hard on each of the suit's wrists too and a hidden button on the gloves.

"What's this for..?"

Dick wondered, pressing it.

THWIP!

A stream of web shot out of her wrist, covering the vanity mirror.

Wait... web?!

A vision flashed through her mind of her getting bit by a genetically-engineered spider. The device she just triggered were her web shooters, the very same given to her by retired superhero Janet van Dyne, aka Wasp.

"So... I'm this... Spider-Woman..?"

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