"Omigawd, what happened!" squealed the former Captain America.
He, Spider-Man, and Wolverine had been chasing a shadowy figure when suddenly there'd been this big flash. The next thing Captain American had known, he'd woken-up in this small featureless room, except he hadn't been a "he" anymore, he'd been a pretty little
teenage girl just like the other two people there.
The former Spider-Man looked like a cute, shy yet sexy nerd-girl with a perky little body, thick black-rimmed glasses, long chestnut brown hair pulled into two pony tails, black platform shoes with knee socks, and a tight school girl outfit complete with blazer
pulled tight around an impressive bust. The sort of girl who'd study hard in school and pine for the school football star. Who'd be too shy to say anything, but melt like putty in a boy's arms.
Wolverine looked like a girl trying her best to be "tough," which didn't really work, as she looked just as petite and delicate as the former Spider-Man did. Her hair was black and spiky, and she wore a torn t-shirt with the word "Bitch-Grrrl" on it, along
with a leather jacket, tight leather miniskirt, torn fishnets, big black boots with stiletto heels, black make-up, and a whole lot of spiky jewellery.
Then Captain America herself was like some patriotic high school cheerleader with long curly blonde hair, a blue tanktop with a star over each boob, a red-and-white stripped skirt, red boots, and sparkly blue make-up, including blue fingernails covered in white
stars and glittery that covered all visible skin.
"What the fuck's happened to us?" growled the former Wolverine as she lit a cigar and tried not to look as afraid as she felt.
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