Tony goes dark

“Jarvis.” Tony says. “Shut down my GPS locator and cut communications with the Avengers.”
“Are you certain, sir?” Jarvis asked.
“Do it.” Tony demanded.
“Tony!” Hawkeye calls again, “Answer m-tchhhhh.”
With communications cut, Tony commanded his ironman suit to take flight, leaving Captain America and the rest of the Avengers behind.

He flew high up above the skyscrapers of New York City, then headed eastward. On and on her flew across the Atlantic ocean. For hours he flew, until he entered French airspace. Then even further, until he was near the city of Paris. There he landed in the countryside, next to an old dilapidated building.
The old farmhouse itself was a decoy. Inside there was an elevator which led to an underground hideout. It was one of Tony’s old safe houses. Here he would be safe from the Avengers.

When the exit closed behind Tony, he started taking off the ironman suit. He then stood in front of a mirror and checked his face.

Mockingbird was right, he did look like a woman. His eyebrows were thinner. His cheekbones rounder, more soft. His jaw was no longer sharp and square, but had a curve instead and his lips were fuller.
“Looks like I do make for a hot woman.” Tony mutters to himself.
“Damn,” He says upon hearing his own voice. “Now even my voice sounds girlish.”
Then he pulls off his shirt, letting his breasts hang free. Yes, hang free. By now they have developed into a modest B cup.
Tony then turned around and dropped his pants. Looking over his shoulder, he saw his curvy butt in the mirror’s reflection. Everything about him looked feminine. His shoulders, back, butt and even his legs.
“Damn,” Tony thought. “If a week ago I had met a woman like this I’d have flirted her straight into my bed.
Then Tony turned around. There it was, the only thing he had left as proof of his masculinity. His penis, though now it was only a shadow of its former self. That thing used to be 6 inches long. Now it is only 3.

Tony starts exploring his new body, running his hands across his curves while looking at himself in the mirror. As he does so, his small dick slowly starts growing erect.
Tony gropes one of his boobs and says to himself with a low voice. “Well hey there, beauty. What’s your name?”
Then he answers himself with a normal higher voice. “Natasha, yours?”
He answers again with a low voice. “Tony, want to get to know each other better?”
He again switches to his feminine voice. “Why don’t you come with me to my room.”
His other hand starts sliding along his body until it comes to rest between his legs. Tony touches his scrotum and feels his balls have been partially been absorbed into his body. Only half of them is still outside.
That hand then goes to his dick and he starts masturbating by touching both his male and female parts.
“Mmmh, you are such a hot woman, Natasha.” Tony says in his deep voice again.
“Mmmh,” Tony replies in his Natasha voice. “Just shut up and fuck me.”
The hand on Tony’s breasts goes between his legs as well and searches for his pussy. But the only opening he finds is his anus. Seems like even the high amount of estrogen being pumped into his body is not enough to give him a vagina.
“I’m feeling dirty today, Tony.” Tony says in his soft voice. “I want you to shove it up my ass.”
Tony then slides one finger into his ass and starts to fuck himself with it.
Tony continues looking at his reflection in the mirror as he plays with his female body. The closer he gets to orgasm, the more he moans. He no longer even puts effort distinguishing between the two voices. He only moans in a girly voice now.
Finally he orgasms, shooting a few small spurts of sperm from his tiny dick.

After his dick has returned to being flaccid, Tony holds one hand in front of his groin. Now he looks completely like a woman. Maybe he should let his hair grow out a bit. That should make him look even more sexy. But most of all, he’ll have to go buy himself some lingerie.