No she doesn't

Gwen pulls on the green-and-yellow top and black skirt, the fabric settling awkwardly over unfamiliar curves. The window creaks as she pries it open, cool night air rushing in. She hesitates—can I really do this?—before launching herself into the empty sky.

Her body knows. Muscles tense, fingers flex, and suddenly she’s arcing over the alleyway, a gasp caught in her throat as the ground yawns below. The city blurs—streetlights streaking like comets—and she lands in a crouch on a fire escape, heart hammering. No time to freak out. Doctor Strange’s place is three blocks east.

She makes it to doctor strange place without no problem once she arrives there a couple of guys are robbing the shop across the street as gwen new found spider powers go off as hides her face by putting the hood of the top over her head and fights the robbery in progress

Gwen's fingers dig into the brick wall as she perches above the robbery, her breath shallow. The shop's neon sign flickers—Big Al’s Pawn & Loan—casting jagged shadows across the two men shoving jewelry into duffel bags. One’s got a crowbar; the other’s waving a pistol, yelling at the cowering clerk. Her spider-sense screams like a siren between her temples.

Move. Now.

She flips down, landing silently behind a dumpster. The skirt feels absurd in a fight, but there’s no time—she yanks the green top’s hood up, masking her face.

Gwen's fingers twitch as the pistol-wielding thief turns toward the clerk again. She exhales—now—and springs forward in a blur of green and black. The crowbar guy doesn’t even see her coming. Her fist connects with his jaw, the impact vibrating up her arm as he crumples against a display case. Glass shatters. The second man whirls, gun raised, but her leg is already sweeping his knees out from under him. The pistol clatters across the linoleum.

She webs it to the ceiling before he can lunge for it.

"Seriously?" Gwen mutters, yanking the duffel bag from his grip.

The gunman snarls, scrambling backward as Gwen yanks the duffel bag away. She webs his hands to the floor with two quick flicks of her wrists—the strands stick with a satisfying thwip. The clerk gapes from behind the counter, but Gwen is already leaping toward the ceiling, twisting midair to avoid the flickering fluorescent lights. Her spider-sense hums—police sirens wail three blocks away. No time.

She kicks open the back alley exit, the metal door screeching on its hinges. Cold air slaps her face as she sprints up the fire escape, her borrowed skirt whipping around her thighs. She gets to doctor strange places as the door opens on its own.

One she face to face with doctor strange he tells gwen that he is not able to turn her back to Peter but he can make it that they was always gwen

Gwen’s fingers slip on the rain-slicked gargoyle as she lands outside the Sanctum Sanctorum, her breath ragged. The massive oak door creaks open before she can knock—Strange stands silhouetted in the flickering candlelight, his Cloak of Levitation twitching like a living thing.

"Took you long enough," he says, stepping aside. The air inside smells of burnt sage and something metallic. Gwen stumbles in, her borrowed skirt still damp from the alley.

Before she can speak, Strange’s fingers weave a sigil in the air. "Before you ask—no, I can’t turn you back into Peter." His voice is flat, final but i can makeitthat you always been gwen.

So strange pulls out a magic spell book and starts casting a spell that will change everyone memories of Peter Parker to be now gwen Parker

Gwen's breath catches as Strange's fingers trace glowing patterns in the air. The spellbook floats open before him, pages rustling as if blown by an unseen wind. Golden light pulses from the text, casting long shadows across the Sanctum's ancient tapestries.

"You're what?" Gwen's voice cracks as she watches the magic swirl around her.

Strange doesn't answer. His eyes narrow in concentration as he twists his hands in a sharp, decisive motion. The runes detach from the pages, spiraling outward like embers from a fire. Gwen stumbles back as they rush toward her and through her.

A cold ripple races down her spine.

As her memories started to change as well as all her family and friends as everyone in the world will only remember that she gwen Parker instead of Peter Parker

The golden runes dissolve into her skin, and Gwen staggers as a thousand memories rearrange themselves birthdays where she blew out candles in a pink dress, school photos with her hair in braids, May teaching her how to ride a bike. The world tilts. She clutches her head, nails digging into her scalp as reality itself rewrites her past.

Across the room, Strange’s cloak flutters nervously. "It’s done," he says, but his voice sounds distant, muffled like he’s speaking through water.

Gwen’s knees hit the Sanctum’s hardwood floor.