That remains to be seen

Swinging through the city nude had been mortifying. Somehow being swung through the city in the arms of her double was even worse.

Gwen lay over Stacy's shoulder, held up so that Stacy could still use her arms to swing, gripping with her elbows rather than her hands so that she didn't accidentally stick to anything else. She really didn't want to end up stuck in this position.

Her ass was bare behind her, laying forwards and flailing a little, looking down at a mirror of her own behind as Stacy swung on. Gwen whimpered, the rush of air feeling all the more intense when she had no control of the swinging.

It didn't help that, at her current angle, she was looking down at the street below. There was no pretending that people weren't looking up and staring. Ok, sure, a lot of those people were naked women too, but that didn't make her feel any less exposed.

At least if she shifted, she could just about hide her chest against Stacy's back, albeit she did need to fidget a little to stop them slipping into view. Gwen blushed furiously, silently praying that she could get back to her home universe soon.

Eventually they swung into familiar streets; Stacy landed then neatly on the rooftop of their home. Gwen slipped off her shoulder, beet-red, and landing on her knees. She didn't want to risk her feet sticking again. Awkwardly, she crossed her arms, nervously under her double's gaze.

"So, what happened?" Stacy said. "You keep sticking?"

"Hands and feet," Gwen said. "I got bitten again, I lost control, it just keeps happening and then not. I didn't mean to come to this universe, it was just hard to use the controls when..."

"Right," Stacy said. She tilted her head. "Walking inside might be a problem."

Gwen faltered, flushing. From what she'd seen this universe seemed to be a lot like her own beyond, well, the obvious. Which meant she'd have a lab dedicated all her Spider-needs, that wouldn't be much of a place to stay, but then when it came to going back home...

She wouldn't be alone. Gwen swiftly turned even redder.

"Do-do I have to?" Gwen said.

"Sneaking in through the window and hiding's not as subtle as you think," Stacy said. "Trust me, I've tried. Front door's the best way, so... give me a sec."

Stacy took a couple of steps back and jumped off the edge of the building, sliding fluidly down through her open window. Gwen didn't move, staying kneeling on the rooftop, not wanting to risk sticking any more.

She bit her lip, arms awkwardly crossed over her chest with her palms facing out, nervously looking around. Ok, up on the rooftop, there wouldn't be passers-by, but she was still becoming intimately familiar with the breeze against her naked skin.

She whimpered. A couple of seconds later and Stacy slid smoothly back up onto the rooftop, holding a fairly bulky pair of boots; she hurried closer, sliding them onto Gwen's feet to avoid Gwen needing to use her hands.

"Soles should be thick enough to stop you sticking to anything through them," Stacy said. "Huh, is that really what I look like from the back?"

"I can wear shoes at least, here?" Gwen said.

"Well, yeah, shoes aren't clothes," Stacy said. "Neither's this, for that matter. Just clothes that women don't wear."

She pulled off her white mask, balling it up into one and. She glanced at Gwen, smiling.

Definitely her. Stacy's hair didn't have the shorter layer that Gwen's did, but then presumably she hadn't met Miles; it went down to her shoulders. Everything below that Gwen was already far too familiar with. Gwen swallowed.

Hesitant, Gwen got to her feet, stumbling slowly. She took a hesitant few steps; the thick-soled boots definitely stopped her getting stuck to the ground. Unfortunately there probably weren't any type of gloves that'd have the same level of cover.

"Come on in!" Stacy said brightly. "We can work on how to get you back home inside."

Stacy used a rope of web to descend, throwing both her and Gwen's webshooters, and her mask, through her window before they hit the ground. Then Stacy sauntered out onto the main street, Gwen following considerably more nervously, as Stacy rang the doorbell.

Gwen fidgeted on the spot, still blushing. Unwilling to use her hands for anything while they were suddenly unreliable, she relied on her slim wrists for modesty, holding them over her front and squirming. One arm in a V to try and cover up her tits, while the other slid down past it, wrist held, shaking, over her exposed pussy. She'd thought a hand wwas inadequate as cover, a wrist was worse.

Gwen yelped as her father, or, well, Stacy's father, answered the door. She yelped, blushing. Stacy, meanwhile, was more used to this world.

"Hey dad!" she said. "Wouldn't believe who my new friend looks like. Wanted to catch up with her."

Gwen managed a squeak. 'Her' father glanced at her.

"Hello?" he said. "What's your name?"

"Gw- uh, Wanda," Gwen said, squeaking.

Her father paused. After a moment, he shrugged, apparently not particularly bothered by her evident embarrassment.

"Come on in, Gwanda," he said.

Cheeks warm, Gwen hurried inside, not far behind Stacy.

Hopefully she wouldn't be staying in this world any longer than necessary.