Date with Spider-Man

Oddly enough this story contains Infinity War spoilers, so be warned.

"Abby, this is ridiculous."

"Glen, this is the bet. Or should I say Gwen? That fits you better now."

"Don't you dare call me that," I say, pointing with an admittedly dainty hand.

Well, she was right, this is the bet. We had watched Infinity War the other night, and beforehand we made a bet. We both knew some characters would die in the film, but I believed that my favorite superhero, Spider-Man, was safe from the slaughter. My girlfriend believed differently. And thus the bet was made, the loser had to do whatever the winner wanted for a month. First she wanted me to go to our local comic shop, which normally I'd be happy to do, but this time she had me dressed as a girl.

"Did the breast forms have to be so big though?"

"Did they have to be? no. But I got you the most realistic ones, you are very welcome," she said with a giggle.

We continued walking down the street, making our way to the store. I felt like everyone was staring at me.

"Uggggh, I don't wanna," I said, probably looking like a teen girl with a temper tantrum.

"Oh will you hush up, It's not like I'm gonna make you dress like this all the time, I plan on you undertaking mostly manual labor for me, very manly stuff. You just need to get through this little part first, okay?"

I took a deep breath, "Okay, sweetie," I said, in that girly voice she begged me to do earlier just to show I'll honor the bet.

"Good girl, Gwen, very good," she said, enjoying the control she had over me.

We enter the comic shop, and the bell rings alerting our fellow patrons to our arrival. To the guys in here it might as well be a dinner bell. Abby, my girlfriend is hot, like really hot, and unfortunately, I'm not to bad myself. Abby made me into a very attractive girl, or as she put it, "Oh my god, you're so cute and sexy, at the same time, oh my god." That was not my proudest moment. And neither was this. Abby, of course, strutted her stuff, confident as ever. I sheepishly followed her lead. We just browsed, for a while I forgot what I looked like (1). But then I'd catch some nerd checking me out, ewww. Can't blame them of course, I was that same guy a few years ago, or a few days. If this is some elaborate social experiment to make guys feel bad about looking at ladies, it's working, if this is how it feels, I promise to change my ways.

"Okay, I'm gonna go to the little girl's room, Gweny Girl, my next task for you is to talk to one person, for an extended period of time, at least till I get back, and use your voice, go."

As she leaves, I look around to find someone to talk to. There aren't any other girls in this place that I can see. Most of these people creep me out. There is one guy in the Marvel section, reading a Spider-Man comic that looks pretty normal, I think. He's got a hat on that obscures his face, but I gotta talk to someone, and maybe this guy and I have something in common based on the comic. I walk over, I wish I could tighten my bra, do bras tighten? It feels like my boobs are jiggling just a little too much.

"Hey, watcha readin'?" I said, in that sweet girl voice, I was too good at.

"Oh, hey, I'm not reading, well, I am, I'm researching a part actually," He says in a British accent. Up close this guy really isn't like the other guys here, besides being British apparently, this guy is seriously jacked, a little on the short side, but who am I to judge at a pathetic 5'3".

"Oh, really that's cool. Has anyone ever told you you look like the guy who plays Spider-Man, Tim Hallowed?"

"Yeah, I get that from time to time, what's your name?"

"Oh my name? My name is ..Gwen. Gwen Lee."

"It's very nice to meet you Gwen Lee," He says, taking off his hat, standing up, smiling, "my name is Tom Holland."

"Oh my god, you are the guy, you are the Spider-Man." I said, bouncing up and down with excitement, trying to ignore my jiggling fun bags attached to my chest.

"Keep it down, this is the last place I want to be swarmed at."

"Oh, oh, okay. Dude you're Spider-Man," I whisper. I have the sudden urge to feel him, I know that's weird, but dude he's Spider-Man. This is crazy, "So, Spider-Man, what are you researching?"

"Don't call me that," He says feigning seriousness, causing me to giggle. "I'm researching stuff about Doc Oct, see he's the next vil-" He stopped himself, covering his mouth with his hand. "I'm sorry, you're not supposed to know that, I have a problem, not spoiling things, especially to beautiful women."

That last part caught me a little off guard, "thank you, that's sweet," I said, brushing my long blonde hair behind my ear nervously, "So, do you come here often?"

"No, not really, in fact I gotta get going right now," he said, grabbing his stuff and getting up, "But it was really nice talking to you, we should maybe do it again, maybe over dinner. Can I have your number?"

Oh my god. What? Is saying yes, saying yes to a date or just my number, before I could fully process I spoke without thinking, "Yes, you certainly can." I pulled out some paper and a pen from the purse I was carrying. Wrote my number down, and drew a heart with webs in it for good measure, "There you go, tiger." I said, handing it to him.

He gives me a confident smirk saying, "Thanks, gorgeous, but it's Mary-Jane that says tiger, not Gwen Stacy. But you're cute, so I forgive you" And before I can react he leans over and kisses me on the cheek., "See you around Gwen." He walks away.

My blushing is out of control, I can feel my face getting red and I'm getting really hot, due to both the embarrassment, confusion, and strangely enough my excitement. I take a sit to try and collect myself, my head in my hands.

"So, Gwen, when's your date with Spider-Man?"

Date with Spider-Man Part 2

"Ummmm, I can explain," I say, standing up quickly, causing my breasts to giggle.

"No, no, no need. He's a cute guy, I totally get it."

"No, no I was just, and then he, what did you see?"

"I saw my boyfriend give another man his number, and blush after being kissed by him."

"Okay yes that did technically happen, but you don't understand, it just happened. He's very ...smooth."

"It's okay, I just wish you told me you were gay, we'd have so much more to talk about."

"Hey, I'm not gay, you know that first hand. I just wasn't thinking, made a stupid mistake, won't happen again."

"Okay. For now let's just continue shopping."

I nodded. We kept looking around. I needed to pee, but I didn't know what bathroom to use, so I just held it. I followed Abby's lead, we didn't talk much, when we did, I made sure to use my girl voice to make her happy. She bought some comics, normally I'd pay, or at least offer, but she went to fast. She broke the silence as we walked to my car.

"You know you're going on that date, right?"

"Ha, very funny. speaking of dates, that new movie we wanted to-"

"I'm serious, you're going on that date, and maybe a few others."

"That's not funny, come on."

"I'm not trying to be funny, give me your keys, I'm driving."

I gave her my keys and got in the passenger side. "I'm not dating a guy."

"Need I remind you of the details of our little bet?"

"No, but I don't wanna date a guy."

"You seemed pretty smitten with him in there, beside he's a famous actor, every girls dream."

She's not wrong, I did find it remarkably easy to ..flirt with him, he was really nice, and funny, and not bad looking for a guy. "But, I'm not a girl." That almost sounded like a lie coming out of my mouth, considering my ensemble.

"You will date this man, and that's the end of it. Okay, Gwen?"

I sighed."Anything for you, Abby," I say, exaggerating my girly voice.

"That's better. Good girl."

When we got to our apartment, she didn't give me my keys back, I guess she's in charge now, I don't want to upset her. We hang out a while, Abby spends most of the time looking up things on her phone. I just sit and think, about Tom and whether or not I regret talking to him. If only he wasn't so gosh darn charming I think to myself causing me to giggle, thankfully Abby doesn't seem to hear. Later she tells me she's going out, and won't be back for a couple of hours. She doesn't tell me where. I keep thinking about Tom, I check my phone every so often to see if he's texted me, nothing yet. I google him. I watch a few interviews, and giggle at about everything he says. On google images, I catch some picture of him from the shirtless scene in Spider-Man. My eyes can't help but linger a little. My phone buzzes I get a little excited, but it's just Abby. She's coming home soon, and she's wondering if I want her to pick me up anything to eat. I decide to have some fun, I text her back: "No, thank you, I'm trying to keep my body tight for Tom (Heart Emoji.)"

When Abby get home she's carrying three or four bags, but before I can ask what they are she walks over to where I'm sitting on the couch and starts kissing me. I'm a little surprised, but happy that it seems she's forgiven my for my earlier lapse in judgment. I stand up, so we are on a more even plane, though she's still a little taller. She pushes me back down to the couch and gets on top of me. After a minute of making out, which is a little awkward due to us both having pretty sizable breasts now, She pulls back and studies my face.

"What's up?" I ask after a second.

"I just wanted to see if you blushed in the same way, you didn't."

"Hmmm, maybe Tom Holland is just hotter than you," I joke.

"That must be it," She says smiling, leaning back down, continuing the making out.

I'm glad she didn't take that seriously. Not that Tom's not hot, you know for a guy. I mean I was just looking at those pictures, how do you get abs like that, I wonder what they feel like.

"Hmm, I guess someone didn't do a good enough tuck job."

"What to do mean? oh..." I had a boner, which isn't saying that much, but there it was in my girly jeans, "that's weird I was just thinking about..."

"About what?" Abby asks.

"You, gorgeous," I say quickly, kissing her again, it sounded a little weird in my girl voice, but she bought it.

"Take those jeans off, Gwen...." (Pan to the fireplace)

A few hours later, we are exhausted, spooning on our bed, I'm the little spoon. Abby is snoring, I really tired her out, that was the best work I've done in a while, if I do say so myself. Suddenly my phone buzzes, I instantly think of Tom, I sneak out from under Abby's embrace, I'm wearing just my bra and panties.(1) My hair's a big blonde mess, I grab one of Abby's elastic hair bands and give myself a pretty high girly ponytail for fun. I grab my phone, it is a text from Tom. I go into the other room to read it. I sit on the couch with the widest smile on my face. Should I answer just now, I don't want him thinking I was waiting by my phone, I mean he waited all day, but he seemed busy. Whatever, I check the text: "Hey there Gorgeous Gwen, I hope you gave me your real number because I want to see you again. But first I have a deeply personal question."

Hehe, "Gorgeous Gwen" that's a good alliteration, he's funny and sweet. Deeply personal question? Oh no. I text back: "Lol, what?"

He texts back almost immediately: "I need to know how you feel about ice cream? and eating it? with me, tomorrow?"

Wow this guy acts fast. "Hmmmm. I don't know, what's the weather like tomorrow?"

"Hot, and even hotter once you say yes."

I giggle, I appreciate his confidence. "Haha, okay you got it, I'll eat ice cream with you."

"Great, it's a date, I'll talk to you later, Goodnight Gwen. (Heart Emoji)"

Oh gosh, I did just agree to a date, didn't I? Well, it's not even my fault it's like he's tricking me. Well whatever, Abby did say I had to go on a date with him, so it's better to get it out of the way, right? "Goodnight Tom, you charming bastard. (Laughing Emoji, Heart Emoji.)"

I laid on my back on the couch, resting my phone on my large chest. What am I gonna tell Abby? This is gonna be a little uncomfortable. At least I put her in a good mood, let's hope that lasts till morning. I am a little excited and a little scared.

I return back to bed, I position myself back into Abby's embrace, which makes me feel better and safe. I think about Tom and ice cream, as I drift to sleep.

Date with Spider-Man Part 3

ake up before Abby, after sneaking away trying not to wake her I decide to make breakfast, might as well have her at her happiest when I break the news that I have a date with Tom. Still, in just my underwear I put on an apron and begin making pancakes. As I'm flipping them, Abby comes up from behind and gives me a hug.

"Well, don't I just have the sweetest girlfriend?." She says squeezing me from behind.

I turn, standing on my toes, and I kiss her on the cheek. "And don't you forget it, hehe."

"So last night was great," Abby begins, "and now you're making breakfast in that adorable outfit, what's wrong?"

"Why do you assume something's wrong, maybe I'm just embracing my femininity," I say serving both her and myself a plate of pancakes.

"Let me guess, you have a date with Tom?"

"No, I mean how do you know?"

"Maybe it's your glow, the smile on your face, the look in your eyes, or this," She says, lifting my phone from under the table. "Ice cream huh? very romantic."

"Shut up, and give me that," I say reaching out an arm.

"Here, take it. Did you have to put hearts next to his contact name?"

"That was a joke..."

"And the shirtless photo as his contact picture?"

"That was a joke..."

"Don't be embarrassed, it's completely natural for a girl your age to think about boys."

I decide to play along, "It's just my body's going through so many changes," I say rubbing my hands across my body.

"So when's the date?"

"I don't know. OH, MY GOD!"

"What? What?"

I can't believe this is about to come out of my mouth, "What am I gonna wear?"

Abby smirked at my girlish emotional outbreak, "Don't worry Gweny Girl, I've got you covered."

She took my hand and led me back into our bedroom. She opened up our closet dramatically.

"This is what I got last night, and what I've been doing this morning." The closet was filled, more than usual with female clothing.

"Oh my god you got all this for me, thank you," I said, with my mouth agape, maybe it was a little weird to thank her, but it's the thought that counts right? "But where are all my normal guy clothing."

"That's not important, what is important is that I have selected a few outfits for your date and we're gonna have a fashion show.

"Yay," I say genuinely, clapping my hands, maybe this was the girliest thing in the world, but it's one less thing to worry about and it could be fun.

The first outfit is simple, just a pair of torn jeans and a white top.

"So what do you think?" Abby asks.

"I don't know," I say, checking out myself in the mirror, "It's too similar to what I wore yesterday, I think he'd notice."

"Smart. very good. next."

The next was a yellow tank top that showed off my chest assets nicely and some jean short shorts.

"Well these make my ass and legs look great, I like it."

"Good, me too, one more."

The last was a fancy black dress.

"Are you serious, we're getting ice cream not going to a gala."

"I know I just wanted to see you in it," she says, snapping a photo with her phone.

"Hey, what was that for?"

"Leverage, in case you ever get any ideas," she replies giggling, causing me to giggle too.

"Fine, but you know I'm never gonna wear this again.

I checked my phone, I got a text from Tom, causing a boost of excitement, that Abby probably could see based on my dumb smiling face.

"What'd he say?"

"He told me when and where the date's happening and whether he should pick me up or we'll meet there."

"What'd you say?"

"I told him we'd meet, I don't want him knowing where I live yet, he could be a creep."

"Smart girl."

"Thank you, so can I have a ride?" I know by asking that I was basically recognizing Abby's possession of my car, and giving her another thing to control me with, but whatever she's good in control."

"Of course you can have a ride, what are girlfriends for if not driving their boyfriends to dates with other men?"

I giggled uncomfortably, it was a little weird to think of Abby as my girlfriend, right now she felt more like a best friend or older sister, not that I'd ever tell her that. It was weirder to think of myself as her boyfriend.

"Thanks, babe."

There was still a while before my date, and I decided to spend the time pacing nervously, Abby had other ideas, she taught me how to do my own makeup, after a few hilarious attempts, I got the hang of it. It wasn't as complicated as I thought, and I thought I made myself look pretty dang good. Abby made me practice over and over again. Then she got on my case about my walk, she said I didn't walk like a girl, and that was a problem. So then she made me practice that, she explained it more thoroughly but it basically involves swinging your ass back and forth, something I quickly mastered.

"Well young one, you've mastered all things girly, now you are ready for your hot date."

"Thank you oh wise master, but I think it'll be a cold date, remember ice cream?"

"Hopefully it'll be a cold date, I don't think I can compete with Tom Holland."

"Don't sell yourself short, you're both beautiful in your own ways."

"Thanks that means a lot," she says sarcastically.

Suddenly, realizing this is really about to happen I freak out, "Abby! I am not ready for this date, do I have to go, I'm sick, I look awful, and he's gonna hate me."

"Oh my god, are you sure you're not a girl?"

"Abby shut up, I'm freaking out here."

"I'm sorry, there's no reason to be worried just have fun, you said he was a nice guy, just pretend you are going out with a guy friend."

"What if he tries to kiss me or something?"

"You mean again."

"I mean like on the lips."

"Well, I don't know, do whatever you want to, improvise, don't overthink this, you're just a beautiful girl going on a date with a cute guy, happens all the time. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Good, now let's get going."

I follow Abby down to the car and get in, I have my phone, my purse, money, and I'm wearing my cute outfit including a necklace, but I still feel like I'm missing something. doesn't matter, Abby drives off, and quickly we reach our destination. I'm checking myself out in the mirror, and still freaking out.

Abby turns and looks at me, "Oh gosh you're freaking out like a real girl, you know you don't really have to do this, I'd understand if you wanna-"

"No, no it's part of the bet, I can do it, I'm fine," I say, gaining the courage to open my door and get out.

Did I just dismiss a chance to get out of this? Am I crazy? I wouldn't want to leave Tom alone, he deserves better. I walk over to the drivers' side.

"You're a trooper, I'm proud of you Gweny Girl. Remember to take slow licks of your ice cream, don't bite it. you're a girl remember that, lick it, suck it, make it sexy for him. Good luck. Call if you need a ride"

"Thank you, I will, Goodbye."

She drives off, leaving me alone. I feel like I'm back in high school, and this is my first date, although I'm probably prettier than the girl I went out with all those years ago. Life works in funny ways. It's a hot outside. I walk into the ice cream shop, it's a really retro place, it even has a little picnic area outside for people. I see Tom sitting alone, on his phone. He looks up and sees me, a big smile comes across both our faces and he gestures me over.

"Hey, you look amazing, Gwen."

"Oh thank you, you look handsome and ..fit."

"Thanks, I was just at the gym earlier today."

"How often do you go?"

"Tons. I have to, for the movies. You look like you work out often"

"Oh yeah, sure a little here and there." The truth was I rarely go to the gym, Abby wants me to go with her all the time, but I'm a little embarrassed by my tiny skinny body.

"So you want some ice cream." He asks.

"Of course, that's the only reason I'm here," I say, joking.

"Well, you won't be disappointed this place is great."

We both order ice cream cones. Mine vanilla, his chocolate.

"Wanna eat outside they've got this picnic area."

"Sure, I'd love to."

We get up, he offers his hand, with little hesitation I take it. He leads me out the door. No one is out here. We lay out a blanket and sit across from each other. (1) As we talk, I utilize Abby's sexy ice cream eating advice. He seems to notice and enjoy my slow deliberate licks.

We are both done with our ice cream, "So are you a dog person or a cat person?" He asks, out of nowhere.

"Ummm, both, don't make me chose," I say.

"Here, I gotta show you this picture of my dog," He says, getting up at sitting right next to me, close as possible. I get it, this was his move, getting close to me via a cute animal picture, very nice.

"Awwwwwww, she's so cute," I say turning to him.

"Yes, she is," He says, his face inches from mine.

Suddenly his eyes are closed, and I'm losing those inches between us. Ummm, Ummm, what do I do? He's gonna kiss me. before I can think, his lips are on mine. It's a quick kiss, but deliberate, and good. He pulls back, grinning.

"Tastes like vanilla."

I giggle. This time, I grab him by his neck and force him down to me, kissing him, exploring his mouth with my tongue. This one is longer, hotter, and with passion, "Tastes like chocolate."

He laughs, "I think I like you, Gwen."

"I think I like you too, Tom."

This time it's mutual. We close our eyes and make out. His hands find my thigh and my lower back and thankfully stay in a respectable position. My hands are on his neck and the back of his head, playing with his hair. This isn't like any kissing I've done before, he's taking the lead, I feel like I'm ceding the power, but in a good way. The way he's holding me makes me feel safe like I'm his.

After a while, we stop.

"Wow, you're not like any other girl I've known."

You can say that again, "And you are not like anyone I've dated either," mostly because I've only ever dated girls, but hey he's still special.

"I should probably take you home now."

"Yes, you probably should."

I kiss him again, and then stand up. Holding hands, he leads me to his car and I get in. I give him my address, and we drive there. He pulls into the parking lot, stops the car and turns to me.

"I don't know about you, but I really enjoyed our time, and I was thinkin-"

I interrupt him with my mouth and tongue, he doesn't seem to mind, I just can't help myself from kissing this guy. What is wrong with me? I hand falls from his neck down his body, resting on his leg, I can feel the heat coming from his crotch, to think I'm causing that kind of reaction in him, makes me hot. I pull myself away from him.

"I enjoyed myself too and we are definitely going out again,"

"Or maybe staying in?" He says, with a coy smile.

"Maybe, don't get too ahead of yourself, Tiger."

I give him one final passionate kiss, and exit his car, against the wishes of my yearning body.

"Bye Tom," I say, giving him a girl wave.

I'm still smiling when I get to the apartment door. The smile fades, when I think of Abby and deciding how much of the truth I should tell her. I don't think for long.

"Well hello young lady, tell me everything."

"Everything?"

"Everything."

Oh boy.