The Bugle calls looking for Peter and MJ pretends to be him, only to become him.

Suddenly, Peter's cell phone, which he had left behind, began to ring. J Jonah Jameson, Peter's boss, was calling him, most likely about getting pictures of Spider-Man 'menacing innocent businessmen' or something. Scared to let it go to voicemail, MJ picked up the phone and answered the call without thinking. "Parker!" came the gruff sound of Jameson's voice. "The photographer for Fisk's trial came down with something, cancer I think. Anyway, I need you at the courthouse yesterday!"

Nervous, MJ lowered the pitch of her voice a few octaves and answered quickly, "Uh, yes sir, Mr. Jameson sir!"

Jameson didn't hang up. Instead the call continued, a silence hanging in the air that made MJ's heart almost stop. If he figured out this was her, and that Peter was somewhere else, he might get suspicious. "Is that really you, Parker? Your voice sounds different."

Mary Jane cleared her throat, and unbeknownst to her the vocal chords in it reconfigured into an exact match of Peter Parker's. "Sorry about that, sir, I had a frog in my throat." Mary Jane was impressed by how much better her impression had gotten, not noticing that it was now perfect, or that the perspective of the room was subtly changing as she grew taller.

She waited tensely, starting to feel her pants fit oddly as her legs lost their womanly curves and grew more muscular. "That's one hell of a frog!" MJ let out a sigh of relief, one that also expanded her waist a little, losing her overall hourglass shape and gaining a six pack in the process. "By the way, I wanted to talk to you about those pictures of the wall-crawler from yesterday."

More than anything else, Mary Jane wanted the call to end, both to save her the stress and so she could investigate the odd feelings she was getting, which were getting stranger as her breasts lost themselves in a sea of muscle as her shoulders widened and her pectorals replaced them. But she had to keep her cover up. "Sure, what's the issue, JJ?"

There was a grunt on the other end, clearly of annoyance at the nickname, and MJ couldn't help snickering under her breath as her arms became larger and stronger, her hands and fingers losing their dainty softness. "We published them because there wasn't much else to run, but I'm going to need more than the menace crawling on a brick wall! And the lighting was godawful!"

Mary Jane had no knowledge of photography, aside what few bits of jargon she had picked up from Peter, but as her beautiful face morphed into that of her husband's, and her long red hair faded into his short brown curls, she somehow managed to come up with, "Sorry about that, the flashlight I had with me was the wrong wattage, and I only barely managed to snap a few shots before he swung away."

"Hmm...Apology accepted! Now get to that trial, pronto!" The call ended just as Mary Jane's womanly parts folded out into their masculine equivalents. Desperate to know what had happened, she ran to the bathroom to see Peter, wearing his usual clothes, staring back!