Troy came awake slowly. The bed he was in was very soft, the covers caressed his body in a peculiarly pleasant way, the lighting and temperature in the room were just right, too. Also slowly, he came to realize that he wasn't in his usual bedroom; to compound the shock, he was acutely aware that there was something wrong with his clothes. They seemed unusually soft and at the same time clingy.

It's not real. Can't be real. I must be imagining things. I do not have platinum blonde hair. I do not have big green eyes. I do not look like a rich, spoiled princess. This must be some sort of dream. *I pinch myself* Guess not. Well, I guess I'll have to look around and find out what is going on. *I then go to search the apartment*

Hmmm, this is different. Not quite what I'm used to. I then stand up and walk to the bathroom as per normal. I turn on the light, turn on the sink to brush my teeth, grab the brush and toothpaste, and groggily glance into the mirror. Jarring shock: the face Troy sees in the

mirror isn't the face he used to see every morning! The face has soft, finely sculpted features, a small nose and a small mouth, big green eyes. In fact, it's a face just right for a pretty, malicious, spoiled, and rich princess. The face is framed by a long mane of silvery, platinum-blonde hair.

The pinch only serves to show Troy that the situation he is in is completely real, or at least as real as his former life. There is a slight pain in his arm, and nothing more. Speaking of his arm, it's all-but-hairless and slender, the fingers of the pinching hand are small and delicate.

Troy is wearing a white see-through baby doll nightie and matching white panties. As he searches the apartment, he notices how he is forced to walk differently, with his wider hips and longer legs, not to mention his firm and big breasts, his long platinum hair tickling his neck and upper back.

The apartment is big and tastefully decorated. Besides the bedroom, Troy finds a large kitchen, and an even larger living room with a vista of New York City. He can see that night has fallen. As he is examining some of the books and CDs on the living room shelves, something tickles at his subconscious.

It's like a memory coming from nowhere. Troy suddenly just knows that there is a hidden room that she can access by pushing a button behind one of the portraits on the wall; the portrait is of a middle-aged man. 'The man is Felicia's father,' another thought from nowhere.

This is a lot to take in. I guess when that guy decided we should role-play, that he really wanted us to get into our characters. Well, like it or not, I guess I'm Felicia Hardy. A female in body and, I have a sneaking suspicion, in mind as well. After a bit I decide maybe I should investigate that hidden room. Though I seem to have some of Felicia's memories, I'm still feeling a little overwhelmed, and things change so often in comics, it's hard to keep up with everything. I walk to the portrait and push the button so I can enter.

A hidden door opens to reveal a secret room. The lights automatically turn on. Some of the equipment there is promptly recognizable, like the personal computer on an office table and a big detailed map of New York City. But there is also some unusual stuff, like sets of lockpicking tools and grappling ropes. To one side, there is a wardrobe. When Troy opens it, he finds several costumes, most of them identical: black catsuit (seemingly too small), white gloves and boots, and black mask. Black Cat's costume.

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