"No! Noooo -- oooo! OOOO!"

Hawkeye shrieked as his body writhed and shifted to the beat of the tribal drums vibrating through his flesh.

"OOO! OOOO!"

Then the drum beat ended and he slumped forward.

After a moment, Hawkeye rose shakily to his feet.

"Oh, ah do declare, what a mighty strange sensation! Wait, why am ah talking like this?"

The former hero stared down at her body: at the long lacy purple dress, at the huge heaving bosom, at the delicate hands in their purple lacy gloves that instead of gripping a bow now held a parasol.

"Those drums! Mah word! What did they do to me?"

The newly-minted Southern belle squealed and hurried off in her high-heeled boots.

She needed to find someone to help her! Captain American could! That big hunk o' man would figure something out!

Next Chapters

• The former Hawkeye finds Captain America
• She finds someone else
• She gets lost (Open)
• Someone else is transformed (Open)

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