Hello everyone, my name is Petra Parker, female, I am 17 years old.

Because I was abandoned by my parents to a certain extent when I was very young, although I lived with my uncle and aunt who loved me as much as my parents, but I started to be independent early on, and I may have grown crooked because of it.

I knew I looked like a tomboy, with flat chest, short hair, plain, unremarkable clothes.

Another time someone misremembered my name as Peter, and since Peter is also short for Petra, that became my name.

No no no...it's all said that I'm just because I look masculine, so I'm not a man!

It's not my fault that the chest is flat and the cliff is flat!I actually have boobs!It's just that it won't show through loose casual clothes or tights!

Also, my face shape is not suitable for long hair, so nice clothes are not suitable for me.

And, and... I also have a butt.

Uh - God, what the hell am I talking about?

……

Keke, back to the topic.

The reason why I have started to care about my appearance recently is mainly because my parents abandoned me a long time ago and disappeared. I was left at the house of Uncle Ben and Aunt May, but after all these years I still want to find out the whereabouts of my parents...

uh what?What's the point?

……All right.

The short answer is that one day I was bitten by a spider, and then Uncle Ben died because of me...and I became Spider-Man.

I put on my homemade shoddy tights and resolved to punish evil and promote good.

Most of the news outlets picked me up and even gave me a cool name, Spiderman.

I think it's as cool as Ironman (it's not), but Spider-Woman would be even better.

So enough is enough!Does wearing tights have to be a man?

What's wrong with the girl?Is it okay for women?This is perfectly sexist!

...I'm just, I'm just flat chested.

Anyway, Petra, I will never admit this!

I think it must be because my voice sounds very neutral.

Also, although it's impolite to stare at someone's crotch, I don't have that thing!Can't everyone confirm it again!

what?

Is it because everyone thinks that Spider-Man thing must be small? !

……

……

……

[After 10 minutes of calming down]

Well, forgive my rudeness.

I just feel so pissed off.

As for me becoming Spider-Man...

Even if it's as chatty as I am, I really don't want to say it again in detail.

...Well, if you want to hear it, it is not impossible to say it again.

Actually this is the case.

I was bitten by a spider, and my skills suddenly became more vigorous, my senses became sharper, and my strength also increased a lot.

Maybe my changes were too obvious, and I couldn't coordinate the trivial things that seemed to be boring at the time, and even had a big fight with Uncle Ben.

So I ran away from home in a fit of anger. I saw someone robbing in a supermarket and pretended not to see it.

Unexpectedly, it was this robber who killed Uncle Ben.

My bad Uncle Ben left us, and I know it's my fault.

Uncle Ben said that with great power comes great responsibility.

So I should stand up and stand up in my own strength.

... But before that, I squatted down in a deserted alley while rubbing my stomach that was making drumming sounds.

It would be even better if someone could treat me to dinner now.

The pocket money Aunt Mei gave me is gone, I don’t know if it fell somewhere while I was changing clothes.

Well, not in a pocket or in a bag.

Damn... Where did my pocket money go?

Do you still want to go home to eat?

no no no!After we agreed to eat outside, how could we bother Aunt Mei who was already very tired?

It's not because Aunt Mei's food is too bad... Really not, absolutely not!

Just to prevent her from getting another wrinkle.

Of course, she is still so charming despite this, and as a tomboy, I am really envious.

I lowered my head and looked at my clothes again.

Hmm... I quickly changed the tights that I disliked, and then walked out of the alley.

Just suddenly, through the gap between the buildings, I saw the Avengers Building not far away, thought of something, and suddenly couldn't help laughing.

Avengers.

But... I don't have the slightest relationship with those cool Avengers at the moment, maybe I'm not qualified enough.

At this time, I put my hands in the pockets of my jacket, wore a peaked cap, and bent my back... No matter how I look at it, I look like a gangster selling drugs on the street.

I looked down at the neutral attire I had just put on, and sighed helplessly again.

"However, this spring, Petra's troubles about flat chest and lack of money have just begun...well, speaking like this suddenly feels very similar to the déjà vu of the protagonist's confession at the beginning of the movie."

I muttered for a while, and jumped out of the alley briskly for a while.

But within two steps, thinking that I had lost the money, I couldn't help drooping my shoulders, and walked home with my head down in frustration.

I really want to get rich.

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