Stella Rogers: Reincarnated as Female Captain America

STELLA'S POV—

I was walking down in the streets, albeit fast. My face was completely covered up in blood. Not my blood, but the blood of the HYDRA soldiers.

Currently, I am in a patient's clothing, which was also partially dyed red in blood. People were looking at me in fear and horror. They were whispering among themselves.

"Look at her. Is she—"

"Keep quiet! Or else she may hurt us."

"I think she is cosplaying as a zombie. Although she is so beautiful that even, the colour can't hide her beauty."

"I tell you, she is a madwoman, who—"

Averting my eyes from them, I ignored their words and started to walk even faster. To be honest, I was practically running. Suddenly, I spotted a public toilet and ran towards it. I almost entered the men's one until, I remembered my condition.

With a heavy heart, I entered the woman's bathroom. Thankfully there was no one. I entered into a booth. Ok, time to do this. But how? Honestly, I wanted to pee. But again, how?

I pulled my hair and contemplated about this. Yes, first I should open up my pants. As soon as I moved my hands to my pants, they trembled. I am embarrassed. In my entire life, I haven't even opened any woman's pants. I... was... am a virgin. No, I was not ugly. In fact, I was very handsome. A lot of women threw themselves at me but, due to my dedication to my duty, I never indulged in them. Now, I am really regretting it.

But this, is now my body. I can't deny it. Whether I like it or not, it's a healthy woman's body. Trying to alter it would make me in turn into a weird person and also, it would be like disrespecting my body's previous owner.

So, whether I like it or not, I have to accept it. I mean, how much bad being a woman could be?

Resolving myself, I opened my pants to see my very own woman parts. It was a pussy, a fucking pussy. I am not going to lie but, seeing this in my real life, is very... nice, if that's the correct word. Although, I don't know how to feel about the fact that, this pussy is mine.

It was a very clean, pink pussy. Not a single pubic hair was present around it. Ah, focus! Now, is not the time to appreciate my pussy. But I am kind of sad. I am missing my dick, seeing it absent makes me a bit sad. Farewell my dick, you will be missed, I tell you. I will miss the times when we masturbated together, when we pissed together and even the times when you would get caught in my jeans chain. I waved my hand over my hair.

First thing is done then, let's proceed to the second one. Now, I have to sit on the pan and pee. I looked at pan and, the pan looked back at me. As if it was taunting me to sit on it and pee.

Gritting my teeth, I sat on the pan. I tried to apply pressure... wait-wait, just fucking wait. Instead of applying pressure on my bladder, I applied pressure on my anus. I almost shitted myself.

I counted from one to ten and again, started the process. This time, something came out of my pussy. It was a thin line of urine. I sighed in relief. After urinating, I put my back on.

I should have taken a HYDRA soldier's clothes. Not only I lack clothes but also, I lack money. Thinking that, I got out of the booth.

I should wash my face. It's completely covered up in blood. I washed my face and hair with water to reveal a face that shocked me. In the mirror, there was a woman who had beautiful auburn hair, light crystal blue eyes, pale skin, and a very, very beautiful face. The woman's beauty was immeasurable, it was above the gender itself. If I didn't know it was me then, I would have really married her.

Just as I was going to close the tap, someone stood behind me. Looking at the mirror, I found the same nurse from the hospital.

I didn't turn back. She asked, "Did I surprise you? What am I even asking? You must be surprised. Although the one thing that I want to ask you is that, why kill them? Aren't you supposed to be someone who would kill if there is no last resort? So, why?"

Looking at her image, I tilted my head and whistled. I don't need to answer her any question.

In place of answering her question, I asked, "Do you have any money with you?"

Confused, she asked, "Why?"

"Because of this."

"What? You—"

I punched her in her gut and smashed her face on the mirror. The mirror shards pierced all over face. Blood was flowing all down her face. Even her eyes were destroyed.

"AHHHHH!!!!!! IT H-H-HURTS!!!" I still hadn't released her. I snapped her neck and threw her dead body to the ground.

I quickly took out her clothes and her purse. It seems that I have gained something from that training I had earlier. I stripped her, leaving her dead body in underwear. Hey! I am a man... er, woman of dignity. I would not leave her with any clothes. I put on her clothes.

Her jacket is covered up in blood from that earlier impact. So, I left that and, wore her shirt and jeans. I was almost 5'4'' and very petite. I don't know how the super soldier serum worked on her body?

Clearly, my body lacks muscles and I am not even tall. But I do have Steve's super strength. I mean, I can use this to my advantage. My enemy would underestimate me if he, only consider my looks. Both my build and beauty could be used as a lethal weapon.

Taking the money from her purse, I put it in my jeans pocket. There was an ID card in her purse. I took it out. Tessa Sarkissian, that was the name of that woman. Sarkissian, this name sounds familiar. Fuck it! I don't much time. I still have to find information about my current situation.

Throwing away her purse and ID, I left the public toilet. I covered my face with the handkerchief that I got from her.

After I got out, I saw two women entering the public toilet. I ignored them and looked ahead. Just as I walked a few metres, I heard two screams.

It seems they have found the body. Then again, I was not very subtle about it. I just left the dead body lying there.