[Comprehensive] Little Spider's troubles about flat chest

I finished watching the captain's educational video with melancholy, looked at Mr. Fury, who was gloating at his misfortune, and complained, "Can I not watch it next time, after all, you know that I am doing business."

"How can that be?" Mr. Fury's eyes widened. "The children who are detained for probation have to be taught by the captain. Why can't you stop watching?"

Although his words are righteous and stern, I always feel that he has bad intentions.

Hey, I actually know what he means too.

Mr. Fury thinks that I am still young, and I should focus on learning. Many things SHIELD or the Avengers will find a way to solve them.

But I know that many people are actually here for Spider-Man.

However, as long as I see a crime, I have to stand up, otherwise more people will be hurt.

So there is no solution to the problem.

Time really flies.

As Spider-Man's reputation in New York and the social network further expanded, my enemies became more and more. I was busy fighting all day and cleaning up the mess of those super villains, and I didn't have time to care about many things.

One day after taking a shower, I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, clutching the two little steamed buns on my chest. I was happy for a while, but I couldn't help but see the faint scars on my body that were about to disappear. An annoyed look.

It's homecoming season in half a month, and I wonder if Harry will ask me to dance at the prom.

I haven't seen any girls who are close to Harry recently. As his best friend, he will definitely invite me, right?

Ehe.

But most importantly... what should I wear?

Emmmmm, let's wait until Harry invites me.

At noon, Harry and I sat at a table for lunch.

We don't have much time to spend together recently, but fortunately we still have lunch together.

I frowned and glanced at the table next to me, where Fleish was talking loudly to his friends from the football team while nibbling on chips.

Of course it's not that I want to sit next to them, obviously we came first.

But I planned to ignore their existence, coughed, and asked cautiously, "Harry, have you found your girlfriend for the homecoming dance?"

The back-to-school rules are that unless you have a boyfriend, you can't say no to the first boy who invites you, so I hope Harry will be the first to invite me.

Harry, on the other hand, just raised his eyelids and glanced quickly over my embarrassed face.

He picked up the tissue on the side and folded it gracefully, gently wiped around the corners of his mouth, and then opened his mouth, "Actually, I have..."

Before Harry finished speaking, Flesh on the side suddenly interrupted him, "What's the matter, Parker? You want Osborne to invite you?"

My face turned red all of a sudden, and he pierced my heart, which is not a good thing.

But the most important thing is that I found him as Spider-Man last week and warned him not to bully his classmates at school!

He sneered, "Osborn won't invite you, you might as well ask me to invite you."

I looked up at him in shock.

what?

Fresh wants to invite me?

"Thompson, don't go too far." Harry turned his head to look at Fleish, his expression looked a little unbelievable, and his face became more and more gloomy.

Thompson gave him a provocative look. "This is the rule of the back-to-school season, and you should be very clear."

Wait, I kind of don't understand what's going on.

Why would Thompson want to invite me?Doesn't he hate me very much?

But of course it does not rule out that he will use the invitation as an excuse to insult me.

I don't want to say yes.

Besides, I wish it was Harry who invited me.

I looked at Harry expectantly, hoping he would say what I wanted to hear, even if it was just a small lie.

Let’s just say he invited me a long time ago.

But Harry obviously didn't receive my hint, his brows were tightly furrowed, but at this moment, he seemed a little confused.

I was a little disappointed in my heart, then stood up from my seat, picked up the plate and wanted to escape here immediately.

"Don't forget to wear a dress that day, Parker!" Fleish yells at me, followed by a roar of laughter from a crowd on their football team.

I angrily threw away the food on the plate and walked out of the cafeteria without looking back.

……

Back-to-school season is fast approaching, and I'm not at all happy.

Because no one invited me except Fleish Thompson, let alone ask who Harry invited, anyway, it's useless to ask at this point.

Because of this, I was not in the mood to dress myself up.

But Aunt Mei heard the news from somewhere, and suddenly gave me a surprise when I went home this afternoon.

Aunt May bought me a very beautiful little dress, so beautiful that I don't think I deserve to wear it at all.

Then she expertly put on my makeup and took care of my messy chicken coop hair—mainly because of the headgear, you know.

And when I opened my eyes, I almost didn't recognize me in the mirror.

Even so, I still can't tell how happy I am.

Aunt Mei, who was a bit proud with her hands on her hips, suddenly lowered her hands and squatted in front of me nervously, "Petra? Is it? Not long ago I went to the LGBT parade in New York, in fact, many people are like you! But they are all brave and worked hard to fight for the rights they deserve. So as long as you do what you think is right Things will work!"

I looked at her blankly, then twitched a few times helplessly, holding back my tears and said, "Aunt May, I-I don't discriminate against them, but-but I really don't like girls! I like Harry, but The one who invited me to the dance was Fresh Thompson who kept bullying me!"

Aunt Mei's eyes widened in surprise, and the makeup brushes in her hand fell to the floor.

"Wait, I'm a little confused." She frowned. "You said you liked Harry? But it was Thompson who invited you? Didn't you tell me you liked Gwen before?"

I sighed bitterly, "I like Gwen too, but not in that way."

Aunt Mei looked at me silently for a while, and muttered, "It doesn't make sense, my gay can't be wrong..." (gay can also be expressed as lesbian)

"Aunt Mei, I can hear you!" I said with my lips pursed.

She smiled awkwardly, but soon, Aunt Mei approached me and straightened my clothes carefully, "Then you have to go, I will reapply your makeup, and then you will appear in Harry Now, make him regret not inviting you to the homecoming dance!"

I pulled my clothes uncomfortably. To be honest, I was really not used to not wearing a skirt for so many years—even though Aunt Mei kept praising me for looking good before she left.

Hmm... Do I look good, don't I have any points in my heart?

Head buried crookedly toward the school's gymnasium, Aunt Mei looked at me too high, even if it is only three centimeters high heels I can't walk.

At the same time, the sound of chattering in his ears reached his ears.

"Who is she? I don't think I've seen her before."

"The muscle lines on her body are so beautiful. Is there such a girl in our school?"

"I think this person looks a bit like... Petra Parker?"

"Petra Parker? That Peter Parker? How could it be her?!"

"..."

Hearing my name, I raised my head and looked in the direction of the voice belatedly.

A few unfamiliar girls from the next class seemed to be whispering together, and when they saw me looking at them, they rushed away immediately.

I'm a little confused, didn't Aunt Mei lie to me?

But before going out, I looked at myself in the mirror. The long brown curly hair was straightened and turned into shoulder-length short hair. The waist of the skirt was very tight, and there was only a slight ups and downs on the chest, bare/exposed My skin looks pale because I seldom come into contact with the sun. Although I am very strong, my legs are still very slender. It is completely different from my favorite Gwen with long hair, big breasts, and wheat complexion. I really don’t know what looks good on me.

I muttered a few words in my heart, but when I arrived, I found that I was a bit late. Through the gate, I saw that many people had already entered the dance floor and danced.

I continued to walk in and was about to walk out of the aisle when I saw Fresh leaning against the wall with a stinking face.

Why is Flesh here?

Is it waiting for me?

———Please choose carefully, different choices will lead to different directions——

Branch point ①

For option A, I hesitated for a while, hoping that he would not recognize me, so I pretended not to see him and continued walking forward. →Please go to