The following story contains characters owned by Marvel Comics.  It is written as a fanfic parody story not intended to make any use of actual story lines in published books.  The story is purely for fun, with no profit to be made by the author.  It is free to be archived on any site wishing to do so, provided the author is given proper credit.

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I was going to try and write this as a story, but ran way too short on time to do so.  Here's a plot and synopsis for the create a villain contest.  It may look like a story, but if I were to take this and make a true story out of it, it would have much more detail.

Jessica Drew,
Spider-Woman: Changes Afoot

by Steve Zink

After a number of occasions when Jessica had managed to defeat her, sometimes soundly and others by a hair's breadth, Morgan La Fey came up with an idea for a way to get her foe in a new and insidious manner.

Inspired by the way she'd seen Jessica's roommate Lindsay dress up as Spider-Woman seemingly for an acting gig, then seeing Jessica herself disguise herself as Lindsay to play the part which she wasn't faking, Morgan decided to have Jessica's friends do her dirty work for her.

Because Lindsay was in the same household, Morgan came to the conclusion that her situation was too tight to be readily useful.  However, Jessica's boyfriend, David Ishima, was another matter.  Recalling the fun she'd had with Superia and Moondragon in changing a few of the male heroes into copies of themselves to fake out the Avengers, Morgan decided that the world would have no more need of David Ishima.

While David was asleep that night, Morgan magically altered nearly everything in his condo, one floor below Jessica's.  Every single item and paint scheme which was oriented toward a male became oriented for a female.  All the normal female clothes which appeared in his closets and drawers in place of their older, male counterparts were joined by some much more risque and in fact evil looking items.  Oddly, though, a few items of male attire were still to be found in the far left corner of the closet. 

When David's eyes opened upon awakening, he noticed right away the total change in decor.  As a quick check, he pulled open his closet door.  Nothing but skirts and dresses, with the floor covered in more pairs of shoes and boots than he'd ever seen.  Totally in awe, he left the door open and went to the bathroom to do the usual morning ritual.  When he noted the feminine razors and other toiletries, he shook his head.  Had he been moved into some girl's place while he slept?  Then he dropped his PJ bottoms to piss, but found himself sitting down on the toilet seat to do so.  What the hell?

Morgan picked that moment to make her appearance.  She poked her head around the corner into the bathroom.  "Good morning, Nocturna.  I see you decided to go to bed in your male disguise again.  Don't you feel revolted at having to look like that?"

"Nocturna?" David replied.  "What do you mean, male disguise?  This is who I am, not a disguise.  What have you done to my home?"

Morgan brought her right hand out from behind her back.  In it was a thick handled whip with a coiled metallic lash.  She punched a button on the handle, then handed it to David as he was pulling up his PJ bottoms after standing.  "This is a little gem I acquired from a cute blonde who was the girlfriend of a jerk named US1.  Here, you're gonna love this," she said as she handed it to him. 

David didn't even have time to think about not accepting the whip as Morgan passed it to him.  As soon as his hand was around the handle, he froze, his eyes wide and mouth agape.  "Yes, Nocturna, that is the hypno-whip which the Highwayman used to turn that cute blonde, Mary McGrill, into his slave, the black haired vixen named Midnight.  She was enslaved to her own whip, and could use it to make anyone do whatever she wished."  Pausing for a moment, Morgan wove her hand in front of the staring David, using her magic to alter his very being.  "Your name is Nocturna, my dear, and that form of David Ishima is only one you utilize in getting up close and personal with Jessica Drew, the hated Spider-Woman.  You're a shape shifter, so how about getting into your normal form and out of that horrendous male shape?"

The frozen male eyes blinked, and in realization, a wicked grin formed on his lips as his pale Amerasian male form suddenly started to shift.  In the blink of an eye, Nocturna was in her natural, well tanned Caucasian California beach babe form.  The PJ bottoms were extremely loose around the top at her tiny waist, but strained to near ripping around her full and round hips and ass.  The PJ top's buttons popped free, unable to expand as the voluptuous breasts on her chest appeared.  "Ah, thank you for waking me up, Morgan," she purred.  "Let me get dressed, and we'll get to work."

Nocturna went back to HER bedroom, and reached toward the back of her closet.  She pulled out a very stretchy, shiny black monokini.  "I sure hope Vampirella doesn't mind my borrowing from her costume design," she mentioned as she held it up before Morgan, who smiled.  Giggling, she pulled it on, barely covering the thin black bush in her crotch, then straining to stretch it over her humongous tits.  She slipped the halter over her head full of long and lustrous black hair, and after pulling it down to her neck, shook her hair free. 

She reached into the closet again, and this time Nocturna pulled out a pair of stretch, shiny black PVC boots with five-inch stiletto heels on them.  She sat on her bed's edge to pull them on, all the way up to within six inches of her crotch.  She pulled open a bottom drawer and removed a set of matching opera length gloves, which soon adorned her arms, with her elegantly shaped fingernails standing out in the fingertips.  Yet another drawer yielded a wide black belt with a deep pouch attached, which she drew around her hips.  She lifted the lid of the pouch and placed her hypno-whip inside. 

   

"Now then, I know this spandex will stretch to cover the expanded male body I use," Nocturna said, "and I suppose my gloves, belt and boots will fit in this pouch."  To prove her point, she pulled off the belt first and then her gloves, followed by the boots.  They all folded easily into the pouch.  Nocturna then morphed back into David's form, and after grabbing a shirt and pair of slacks from the closet, pulled them on over the monokini which now looked quite odd on the male body.  She slipped a pair of moccasins over her feet, skipping socks which would just get in the way later.  She placed the pouch into a paper sack, winked at Morgan, then turned to head out the door.

Nocturna had hoped to find Lindsay at home, to put her under her control to get yet another ally with whom to snare that bitch, Spider-Woman.  However, when she knocked at the door, Jessica Drew answered.  "Hi, David!  What brings you up here this morning?"

"Morning, Jess.  Just wanted to chat.  Care for some company?"

"Sure, David, come on in.  Grab a seat, and I'll get you some coffee."

As she was sitting on the couch, with her sack at her side, Nocturna asked, "Is Lindsay out this morning, Jess?"

From the kitchen, Jessica replied, "She got a call last night from her agent.  She's auditioning for yet another gig this morning.  I hope it works out for her."

Nocturna grinned, and pulled the whip from the pouch within the bag.  As Jessica set the cup down in front of the person she thought was her friend, David Ishima, she was shocked to see him snapping a strange metallic whip toward her.  As the tip crackled, her hand let go of the cup, which thankfully was within centimeters of the table top.  Jess straightened up, with her eyes glazed.  "Wha...what's going on?" she managed to say.

Her eyes may have been glazed, but they still were able to see the shape of her boyfriend suddenly alter into an incredibly beautiful black haired female.  She watched as the male shirt and slacks were discarded, revealing a tiny black costume that barely covered any of her body.  In mere moments, Nocturna was back in her full costume with boots, belt and gloves in place.  "My name, dearest Jessica, is Nocturna.  Thanks to my hypno-whip, you are now fully in my control.  Nod, if you understand."

Jessica nodded stiffly, seemingly unable to do anything else. 

"Good," Nocturna icily replied.  "Hear me, and obey.  No more will you be able to put on a red Spider-Woman costume and fight evil.  We're going to make you a black Spider-Woman costume with white trim, and to hide your identity even better, you're going to get a long red wig.  You can't possibly fight evil, for now you are as evil as can be.  Let's get going in putting together your new costume, Spider-Woman.  We want to be ready when Lindsay comes in.  To confuse her, I'll be in the red Spider-Woman costume, pretending to fight against you."

Outside, hiding in the ether, Morgan La Fey grinned evilly.  With seemingly little effort, she had accomplished her task.  In spades!

That's all, folks...for now, anyway.            

since 09/27/02