Peter Parker, the Amazing Spider-"Man"

Looking into the hazel eyes reflected back at me, the memories of a young Peter Parker flooded my mind…

I guess it all began when I was at the library: I'd met a boy named Skip Wescott, we lived in the same area and had seen each other around, but hadn't spoken much until then. We became friends and started hanging out after that. It was pretty good, Mrs. Wescott felt it was good for Skip to have some friends since she and his father split up, and they got along with Aunt May and Uncle Ben. But one day, while Skip and I were at his house, he showed me some dirty magazines and tried to get me to have sex with him. I refused, but he **** me down and made me swallow a strange pill; he said it was a **** used by human traffickers, an aphrodisiac so potent it would leave the victim completely susceptible to suggestions. Once the pill took effect, he stripped me out of my clothes and made me wear his mother's lingerie, then he **** me in front of a mirror while whispering in my ear.

"You're so much prettier as a girl", "how could you have ever believed that you were a man?", "you were never a man" over and over. I managed to get away afterwards, I told my aunt and uncle what happened, they talked to Mrs. Wescott and I never saw Skip again. But the damage was done, no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't see myself as a guy anymore. Peter Parker was dead, from now on I was Petra.

Some time after I began my social transition I was bitten by a radioactive spider on a field trip. The spider bite gave me increased strength and agility, the ability to stick to walls, as well as a sort of sixth sense I call my 'spider-sense', but it also drastically altered my figure: I went from a mousey little trans girl in a dysphoria hoodie to a bold and confident trans woman with a figure that would have cost a fortune in HRT.

After developing a biodegradable web fluid and a pair of web shooters, I began a modest career in entertainment as the Amazing Spider-Girl (I wanted to be called Spider-Woman, but my agent said that "girl" had more appeal). Until one day I ignored someone being robbed, I returned home to find out Uncle Ben had been killed by a burglar, I tracked the burglar down to a warehouse, and when I confronted him it turned out that the burglar was the criminal I let get away from before. Ever since I use my Spider-Girl persona to fight crime.