"Oh man..." Peter sighed as he collapsed on a wooden bench, he rested his back on the wooden surface and took both hands to his head as he let out a sight, "I'm so screwed..."
He didn't expect to be out of a job so soon, he never expected Jameson to get tired of buying pictures of the 'arachnid menace' but apparently he was wrong, a new hotshot photographer had managed to get pictures of Spider-Man that J.J. considered better than his own, and just to pour salt in the wound the old man had called him old news!
"Old news..." he mumbled as he remembered those pictures, from an artistic point of view he had to admit they were nice, cool angles that really made Spidey look like the hero while others were taking at... unfortunate moments and made him look more like the lazy menace Jameson loved to slander as a villain, but from Peter Parker's point of view he had no idea how that kid managed to take those pics! Not to mention how did he manage to sign an 'exclusivity contract' with the Daily Bugle... that kid could certainly run one hell of a bargain...
"Maybe they're right and I'm to old for this stuff" Peter started to caress his chin as he thought about that, he was a thirty year old man with no form of stable income, the closest thing he had to that was selling pics of his alter ego, and he couldn't spend more time looking for a better job because of said alter ego consuming all of his free time.
Spider-Man spend all night swinging through the buildings of New York, going where his spider senses took him so he could keep the streets of the city clean, well at least clean of crime, after all he was superhero not an overpowered janitor.
Crime fighting was not the most conventional career in the world but it was certainly a carrer, but not one that put bread on Peter Parker's table, and the end of the month was growing closer and closer...
"What to do, what to do, what to do" the former photographer mumbled as he thought about his choices, teaching had been a bit of a calling for him but after that little 'chemistry experiment' he pulled off he knew he had been black listed, so being a substitute teacher was not an option, his computer had an run-in with a can of soda and was out of commission, which would make web designing a little bit harder.
Looking around, Peter saw a few dog walkers passing by, staring at their phones and paying no attention to the canines they were supposed to look after, under normal circumstances Peter would disapprove of such a disregard for one's responsibilities, but now? He was desperate enough to try that, and with his spider senses he would keep definitely keep those dogs out of harm's way and become the most sought after dog walker in all of New York City!
But before he had time to start dreaming about all the taxes he could pay with his dog walking 'fortune', his spider senses began to tickle, "Uh?" Peter turned around, but he couldn't find the source of the buzzing sensation. The threat, whatever it was, was surrounding him.
Just when he was about to run into an alley to change into his spidersuit, a black vortex opened in front of his eyes and then his surroundings began to match it's dark emptiness.
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When the vortex faded away Peter felt... weird, to start off his surroundings had changed, he was no longer sitting on bench in a somewhat crowded street, instead he found himself inside of a room, to be more specific a bedroom.
A bedroom that he assumed belonged to a kid, filled with posters of bands he was to old to recognise, a bed too small for him, and a wardrobe filled with clothes many sizes too short for him, and by the looks of said clothes the room probably belonged to a young girl.
The wardrobe was filled with many different types of clothes but the one that really piqued his curiosity was a school uniform: black tie, white shirt, black cardigan and a light blue pleated skirt. His brief stint as a substitute teacher had lead to different schools all around the city but he couldn't recognise the design, maybe it belonged to a private academy?
The origins of the uniform became irrelevant to him as more important questions came to mind, the most simple of them was, "Where am I!?" by the looks of a girl's room but that hardly count as an answer, had a super genius child kidnapped him so she could fulfil her dream of meeting her favorite hero? It would certainly be... a twist to his day, also it would give his ego one hell of a boost!
"Focus Peter, focus" he scolded himself, it was not the time to have grandiose thoughts about his alter ego, he instead focused on a new finding, a few strand of black hair shyly hanging over his eyes.
Thinking he had something on his hair, Peter tried to brush aside whatever had glued itself to his locks but instead of doing that he stopped as soon as he saw his arm.
"W-what..." he stuttered as he saw his now slimmer arm, it hadn't just shrunk in size but was also wrapped in a white shirt sleeve covered by what looked to be a black cardigan sleeve.
His eyes grew wide as he remembered that uniform hanging inside the wardrobe, a bizarre theory formed inside his head and one look down confirmed it when he was met by the same strange uniform covering a smaller body.
The two shy mounds on his chest, and the skirt covering his waist made one thing clear, he was no longer himself and had somehow ended inside a girl's body.
"..." Peter sighed as the pieces felt into place, he took one hand to his head to rub his forehead only to notice he had a few hair pins on his hair, as if he needed more proves of this kid being a girl
"Oh you gotta be kidding me, not again!" the former man whined as he couldn't help but remember that last two times this bad sci-fi twist happend to him, one more sinister with an old enemy of his, and more ridiculous with a certain big handed girl, "I didn't thought this would happen again..."
He had somehow fallen victim of another body swapping technology, how that vortex pulled it off? He had no idea but he would certainly like to ask whomever pulled it for specifics, if only from a scientific point of view.
But before that he had to find of where he was, and who he was, and the first step to doing that was going was getting out of the girl's room, hopefully she won't have nosy parents they would ask too many questions.
Sneakily making his way to the door, Peter poked his head outside only to be met by an empty hallway, lit by the rays of the suk courtesy of a half open window, at least it was still daytime that could only mean not much time had passed.
As he stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him, he noticed a note was pinned to the door, in it a message was left, "Peni, had to left for work, fridge's empty but I left you some money, I'll be back tomorrow" the message itself didn't surprise Peter that much, just a regular message from a detached parent but what really called his attention was the name signed at the bottom of the note, uncle Ben.
"Uncle Ben!?" Peter read out loud, ripping the note away from the door as if he couldn't believe it's contents but of course that initial impression did not last, "Wait a minute, Ben's a common name..." he spoke to himself, feeling his cheeks growing red as a tomato... he was really glad this house was seemingly empty, otherwise the embarrassment might have killed him.
Throwing the note to the ground, the arachnid vigilante turned around and walked to the half open window, what met his sight was... New York, or at least a city that looked a lot like it, but something about it felt off... the people looked different but couldn't exactly say why, and the billboards looked so alien, they advertised stuff he had never seen before and the esthetic was so... anime, for lack of a better term.
Girls drawn in that oriental style with large eyes and bright colors, the style itself wasn't that weird but what was really strange was that every billboard on sight used that anime esthetic, Peter could only ask himself one question as he looked at this bizarre version of his city, "Where am I?"
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