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So I made this edit in hopes to pair it with a thing. I had kind of a general story idea that I won't get to flesh out because of too many things! But here's the big gist of it:

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T635 hours
Tombstone, Arizona
Population 1422

A skeleton crew pilots a plane, with two people gearing to jump without chutes. Jen Walters in her She Hulk form and her coiled up cousin Bruce Banner, both interact with the SHIELD agents far above the city as they near the drop.
“Air’s toxic and you don’t even know it yet Clay.”

The SHIELD agent rolls his eyes and checks the visuals from the ground. “Either this town hasn’t moved into the 21st century and lacks a single goddamn camera or maybe…maybe you’re in the ballpark of being right Banner. Every single camera is scrambled to pixelated mush by the radiation wave interference. Clay talks to Jen, turning from hardened badass to a suave yet sensitive type with a single “you sure you don’t want back up?”

"It’s gamma. We’re gamma."

In the town the people are in a type of zombified state of mid-morph. Between a strange animalistic mutate and human.

The main Hulk archenemy The Leader has a plot revolving around new ways he's discovered to manipulate gamma energy and especially how it relates to gamma mutate forms.

He is preparing to irradiate a small town full of people and eager to kill them as they will resurrect as something worse. More bestial and scary.

Bruce and Jen try to stop him. He’s amused and decides to give them a small taste of his new knowledge he’s found “from the other side” and swaps their gamma selves but leaves their human bodies the same. He monologues and treats them like idiot children but JenHulk is pissed she isn’t herself and smashes up the central hub.
“I’ve seen the light. Heh. Or rather it’s eternal opposite. The One Below.” Leader presses a few switches. And then, steps away from the panel as a kind of two-dimensional glowing green door space opens up, triggered by a miniature collider in the central hub the size of two flashlights.

"Sterns, I never pegged you for a zealot, well, a religious one anyway. But boy when you commit, you commit." She-Hulk mocks, ready to bash this overconfident buffoon into next week.
“What a sight I have to show you, Jennifer. A sampling of the power of one. It speaks through me. The best secret of all is—"
The Hulk interjects. “Green head man talk too much. Hulk SMASH!”
He leaps across the wreckage to confront The Leader.
“—we all are touched by his most glorious hand, his children in gamma.”
Leader puts his hands through the fist-sized green energy door and the Hulk stops in his tracks. The massive behemoth holds his chest, palming at a heart attack caused by the meddling.

In the reflection of the metal walls, The Hulk is ripped away leaving nothing left but Bruce Banner’s human self. The Hulk reacts to this kind of ethereal tampering like a wild silverback as his other unwillingly crushes down back into the baser, depowered human form. “I have grown weary of the expected. Even now I am …unamused.” The green door changes to a red.

“What are you doing to him? Bruce?” She-Hulk juggles focus between her cousin and the newly enlightened Leader. “Three, two, and you’ll say ‘Da—”

“Damn it Sterns, stop this!” She finishes his exact prediction in a type of battle cry charge, shredding through the console and leaving the panel looking like the world’s most complicated tin can. The numbers however continue to drop, the countdown isn’t stopping. Leader yawns at her drivel.
"I haven't forgotten about you my dear." He twists his hands and a second miniature gateway opens to cripple Jen just as it did her cousin. The Leader flings the gamma essence of each into the other, and in her unwieldy anger at this man, Jen morphs into the male Hulk stripped away from Banner. Her mind is awash in blind hate and Jen's Hulk begins shredding the secret base and the machine tapping into the darker mystic forces of gamma.

Meanwhile, having been filled with the detached She-Hulk mutation, Bruce is stuck in a state of inaction. His body oscillates in and out of the change, one arm growing green or his hair growing long. The Leader needs to pay. As the villain escapes deeper into his base to outrun the new Hulk's destruction, Bruce stumbles after him, the entire right side of him enveloped in his She-Hulk form. Banner’s mind is anxious, confused, working faster than it has in months to contextualize this foreign attack. "Joe. Fix this." He mutters, resisting this warm urge he has to change. Still, it is too much and Banner is overtaken. The pained scientist briefly sees the flash of his entire body ebb into fully female, fully the jade giantess and it triggers a mental break. Bruce staggers into the hallway wall, nauseous and still on the trail of Leader. He's almost a walking husk, eyes rolled back as a new alter in his multiple personality disorder rotation is being fashioned, since none of the mental Hulk minds or Banner can cope with being a woman.
“System broken… no, Banner broken…am angry…why..” The distorting green woman cries, unable to cope with being locked into a female body and not the masculine rage behemoth. The former Hulk holds her head as energy cycles throughout her shaking disbelief and she changes from a vibrant green, into a grey, back to green, and then to the male human form of Bruce Banner. “…Something is very wrong with me.” Banner grunts before fainting. On the mentalscape Bruce argues with his childish Savage Hulk persona, the Grey Hulk, and a few other versions of the Hulk are present but not speaking. “Why Hulk no Hulk?” A group of alternate personas that constitute the whole of Bruce Banner stand silent not knowing how to answer the hanging question. “Angry at talking man but Hulk no Hulk.”
Bruce sits quietly in the circle of various alters, feeling a pressure in him. The Grey Hulk, Joe Fixit, looks to the lumbering yet familiar savage green Hulk. “Kid, I dunno whuta tell ya. I think our system’s gummed up. Cause something ain’t right.” Joe looks at Bruce, and the doctor doesn’t return his inquiring stare. Banner continues to fidget, trying to get comfortable enough to think, but his aspect on the mentalscape reflects the physical Banner’s own state writhing on the floor in Leader’s base: there is an unmistakable bulge in his pants. “You, ah, gonna address that doc?” The Grey Hulk asks. Bruce gives the Hulks a whipsnap ‘of course not’ glance “Now’s not the time I need to thin—unnnnhhhfff” the growing stiffness continues, far beyond human, as his rod swells to the size matching Banner’s arms. Suddenly Banner’s mental aspect splits in two from his cock eerily similar to the mitosis division of a cell and a new torso springs from the former penis-turned-arm. In fact, a twin Bruce Banner manifests only to push beyond the scrawny male form. The doppelganger mutates into a human looking 'Bryce', evolving into a brunette girl-next-door beauty. “I’ll make it feel better, Bruce. Let me help.” She places her soft hand on the doctor’s still throbbing ache and the entire chorus of Hulk mental alters react to the touch. With no one in the active driver’s seat, the female aspect takes hold and grows into her true She-Hulk form that heightens her beauty a hundredfold.

Outside and halfway into his nefarious escape, Sterns looks back at his old foe. Something new was happening, something interesting. Leader doubles back in a slow, predatory walk studying the emotions cascading down Bruce's face before kicking him down further into the metal catwalk.
"Fascinating."
On the floor pressed against the metal, Banner gyrates and moans between forms sprouting and retracting muscles and feminine features. Leader's eyes widen, eager to praise his own handiwork and wondering if it really is Bruce in there. “How lost you become without your rage.”
Banner's muscles lock into a firm, powerful bulk, rippling new toned muscles down his once scrawny back. His pelvis snaps into a new widened shape, as he rubs his pulsating ass into the wall as it gains new mass. His hair converted to the darken forest green as with each transformation. From the outset it looks like a variation of the same, and the opposition took notice.
“Will the dullard reappear, or are you coming out to play Doctor? I’ll admit you have me curious.”

For Banner, it was becoming too much, this transformation wasn't painful but...pleasurable. This was new. His ass bubbles out and becomes a clearly feminine spectacle. Struggling to see through the flooding onslaught of horny thoughts, Bruce gripes his pale hands into the metal flooring as they turn green. “Yes." Bruce whispers unwittingly with a new sultry voice. The doctor mouths words that won't come out, gnashing his jaw and shaking his head side to side trying to focus in the face of the new personality taking over. She continues her assault on his body, the foreign and unwanted sensations coursing through every inch of the once male Avenger. Abs and torso spun up from the meager foundation, sharpening through series of clicks growing growing her torso, extending her height, and building her muscled physique even before moving to do the same down her legs, turning them into powerful unyielding pistons. The flush of green spreads across her entire body, exploding massive breasts from her clenching pecs and coating down to the still present and hardened member. “Nhhhff, I'm feeling GOOD. But...” She fingers her private and coaxes the glistening rod back inside with a quick wrist flick. It radiates a level of pleasure and finality that the rest of her She-Hulking form snaps to as if responding to the insertion. "There I am."

Her face begins to echo the woman from Bruce's mindscape, sharpening into a sight to behold as the cheekbones morphed, eyebrows thinned, and her nose shrank. She looks as if a goddess was sculpted from emerald, converting the girl-next-door features of the original Bryce self into an absolutely stunning bombshell of a woman. Throughout the final stages of the change this new amazon finishes her freshly minted womanhood, both speeding up her bodily takeover and triggering a string of pleasurable little moans from her puffy, kissable lips. "Nhhhaa What a rush! Like something’s lighting my fire."
She stands, admiring her powerful nude form and standing a strong seven feet tall with dark green hair stretching down her back.
"Unnnggff I’m finally free.” She licks her lips. Needing satisfaction.

The Leader tilts his massive head, confused. “This is… unexpected. But no matter for I shall lead the—”
With a quick step, she holds down on his manhood under her heel.
“One more word and these are juiced. Permanently.”

Leader squirms under her power, but a shade of red begins to wash his emerald cheeks. "I like your moustache, little boy. It looks good underneath me." She in enraptured with life and power, holding Sterns down into a cratering floor without any effort whatsoever.
“I almost want to see you try to lead me Sterns.” The new She-Hulk breathes into his neck. “But you aren’t man enough,” she rocks her exposed lower half into his orange astrosuit flustering him beyond thought, "aren't big enough."

“B-Banner?” The supervillain bravado has melted away, all because of this...this woman.

“He’s not here right now.” She tongues into his ear, lost in her full body nymph mentality. “Does that upset you? Not having your favorite man around to hate?" She pouts. "Aww.”

“I-I what have I—sweet merciful Jesus” The Leader stammers as all blood as rushed out of his massive mind into the organ currently being footsied with by this green dominatrix he unwittingly created. 'Her' defeat of him strangely and intimately sexual in nature colored by a fascination and disgust of the man. Banner's She-Hulk isn’t pretending but just an episode of unshackled instinct, working up her enemy’s shameful pants bulge as an accidental distraction that ends the fight. But a delayed deadman's trigger is set to silently run his town plan in full in one week with or without Leader present.
The wrecking ball taking out the remainder of the base, tearing at the brutish male cage is Jen Walters still in a state of pure shock and hate. Reaching the edge of the massive base and seeing the summer air, she breathes heavy, calming down from her berserker outburst. Her male Hulk reverts back to her mousy human womanly self as she and the new She-Hulk hand Leader over to SHIELD. Agents take notice that Jen and She-Hulk are separated, some off handedly speculating how it happened.

Later
A towel dents the wall in an absentminded toss. “They still think I’m Jen. How cute.” She walks over to the torso length mirror in Bruce’s quarters, truly seeing herself fort the first time. “We do sort of look the same, but besides the green skin...” Her face looks like a kind of lovechild between Jen’s She-Hulk, Black Widow, and Bruce. Jen’s sharp structural features coupled with Widow’s amazing lips and voice, housing Banner’s dangerous eyes and sculpted brows center stage of her stunning face. “…I guess. I dunno.”

“Hi. I’m She-Hulk, but you can call me Bryce." She clears her throat and practices a few different deliveries of the phrase into the dorm wall. "Bryce.” Some sound as a petty greeting, others a professional handshake, and some a sensual welcoming for greater debauchery. A number of curious SHIELD ops encircle the halls around She-Hulk’s dorm, whispering and wondering about the state of the mysterious powerhouse they’ve brought aboard. She hasn’t left the room in hours after being brought on the helicarrier completely naked and seemingly her own person from Jen Walters—who has taken to fits of quiet screaming at the new state of things. It’s eerily quiet here.

In her bedroom, Bryce tries a deep breathing routine following yet another exploratory hour of bliss. At this point the nymphic behavior is causing her to touch herself within ten minutes of the previous climax, all to rev up again and again. “It’s—hff—almost overwhelming, being out. But something’s…missing..” She takes a breath and meditates, trying to steady herself so she can perhaps access her—or more accurately his—problem solving scientific mind. “What was it that brought me into this world?” Her body glistens with sweat from her solo activities, but for the first time, it begins to cool. She calms down and begins thinking rationally just long enough to see her flesh dip from its flawless green hue fade to a fleshy peach. “Oh…no..” Bruce’s dick flops out from her deflating statue of a body and within moments the gamma doctor returns to his male self.

“Gghhaah! I’m back.” Bruce, human again, begins work studying both he and his cousin's condition in a fit of frantic energy. He falsely assuming the new She-Hulk’s emotional trigger is still anger like his own Hulks had been. Scrambling, Bruce takes vigorous new notes on everything he remembers from the encounter in Arizona, both what he heard between fading in and out of consciousness and, in a separate notebook, he scrawls a new entry on a possible female dissociative alter.

A light knock raps at the door. Personal friend and professional therapist to the gamma community Leonard ‘Doc’ Samson steps close to the sealed metal shell. “Jennifer. I have heard around the coffee grounds you have had some, uh, transformation issues. We could talk about that in a session.” The door slides open before the man can finish his thought. The green giantess Samson expected to see was instead his longtime friend Bruce Banner, dressed in a thrown together sweater and shorts, he has dark circles around his eyes and the room is littered with crumpled wads of paper and shredded notebook spirals. “Hey, Leo. I’d actually would love to talk.”

Samson sits on Bruce’s single desk chair while Banner is plopped onto his twin-sized bed as a makeshift stand in for the sofa he frequents. “Sorry about the cloak and dagger, Leo. I just, I’d prefer if SHIELD didn’t know I came back right now. I’m kinda going through some stuff.” Bruce ruffles his hair as strange thoughts start swimming through his head, sexual fantasies of him milking his friend's dick for all it worth, drinking down Leonard's fluids like he needed them to survive. Only, he wasn't a he. Bruce was She-Hulk, powerful and ravenous. Bruce shakes his head again, ashamed.

Samson spins a bit in the swivel chair, getting comfortable. “It’s not a problem. I’m always here to listen. Would you want to talk about what happened to elicit this difficulty?”

Bruce looks into his friend’s eyes. Samson is worth trusting and won't spill to the higher-ups. He exhales and begins. As they talk through a recounting of the event flashes of Bryce’s personality and near kiss of Banner’s archenemy The Leader start getting Bruce hot. He shakes his head, hoping to get clear eyes. It doesn't even matter that the villain is grotesque… it’s the idea of it. Sterns submissive wanting rod. "I need it." Saliva drips from his lip.

Bruce feels a knot in his stomach and a rising tension from his shorts. 'Nope. Ignore that. Focus back on the session with Leo.' A stray thought interrupts Bruce's denial… 'Just look at those concerned eyes. Why is Leonard so kind to me?' The tightness increases.

“Is everything okay, Bruce?” Samson’s words fade into the distance.

On the mentalscape Bruce sits on a couch across the other Hulks cross-legged on the floor of this rocky terrain in his head. Banner breathes heavily as each bit of air pumps up his chest into voluptuous breasts all before bifurcating in two yet again, reconstituting Bryce this time already in her She-Hulk self even on the mental plane. She collects herself, noting how much faster it was that time. But, more importantly, she needs the group to let go and feel this. Something wonderful.
“Let me out.” She stares into Bruce’s soul.

"Isn’t it time you were a little selfish? We were a little selfish?" Mindscape Bryce holds Bruce’s hand, assuring him it's time to open up. “The thought of it isn't enough. Let me give you a taste. You'll be awake this time to feel us.”

“I—"
Bruce’s hand acts on its own, rubbing his bulge through his pants. Quickly, it is apparent that arousal triggers the transformation and it hurts at first. His shoulders snap inwards but his hands keep pumping. "I—I can't stop." His eyes light up green as waves of transformative lust course through Banner’s body, and soon all that remains pleasure. He grows out from the midsection as a striking set of abs powerful set of thighs assert themselves by crashing into his erect mass.
Inside, Bryce kisses her Other, and the gamma doctor’s self-image aspect sprouts a perfect ass and tits as his mind struggles to comprehend what is happening. The longer they kiss the more he changes. From the back of his mind Banner’s other Hulk personalities watch in growing discomfort. “God, so hot. Hulk need relief.” The other aspects say wrestling with the fullbody sensation.
Externally, new facial features begin overtaking his old as each stroke of the receding member continues. “Make me—nggff” His heavy breathing turns into gentle coos. The remaining loose body fat rolls up to Bruce’s chest, and explodes as heaving, perfect breasts that tear through his sweater. Dark green hair falls down across her nipples. The stroking sound now becoming a schlicking as svelte fingers drown the woman in euphoric highs. “—whole.” From there, he is lost to She-Hulk again, her powerful form ripping out of his small weak one, and she animalistically explores her new physicality, deeper and harder.
Inside, Bruce brings Bryce close and instead of merging like a cell each is stuck as an overlay, a kind of bicameral phasing/overlay of Banner and Bryce. Almost like a hologram being played over a physical being. “Temporary. Hrmf. Clearly it is harder to reform than to divide.” She speaks with two voices at herself, then looks out to the repressed, distant Hulks on the craggy dune-looking mental plane. “You all can attest to that.”

In reality, all of this is IMMENSELY awkward for Doc Samson as his friend, who seemingly at random decided to touch himself during an in-depth therapy session erupts into a seven foot green amazon woman that is in pure heat.
“Ohhh my god in heaven.” The therapist mutters.
“I know, right. Look at me Leonard. Really look.” She gently touches his face with her free hand despite his protests and active discomfort. “You’re so thoughtful.” She whispers, working herself towards the edge. Almost in an instant, Bruce’s intellect begins to filter in after she cums for the first time and their mind/body unify further. “Ha, uh, I—” She grabs a loose white button up and slips it on as to hide her exposed chest, toning back the lustful attitude a degree into something more civil. “I do actually want to talk with you. About Bruce. About, well, everything.”

She eyes the stiff package in her therapist’s pants. “Sorry about that.” She isn’t.

They talk about a root issue, perhaps THE issue.
“So you, er Bruce, and Ms. Ross…you never?”
“Bruce never did like talking about this stuff did he.” She laughs, brushing hair from her face. Bryce sits cross legged on the heavily weighed down bed, effortlessly feminine in behavior as she talks to Samson.

"—She couldn’t love me, not fully. And no matter how much I wanted her”, she shifts uncomfortably, closing off, “I could let her get near the monster in that way…risk hurting her. But, despite the fights, the horror, the divorce...I loved Betty with all my heart. We all do.”

Splotches of light peach form like liverspots on her hands and just as quickly Bryce’s jaw snaps and strengthens. A thumb sized growth buds up from her crossed legs. Clearly She-Hulk is in pain. “…no..please…not yet..”

“Dr. Banner?” Samson asks, tentatively. The emerald woman grunts and shakes her head clear of Bruce. “Nggh-No. —doesn’t like the sensitive subject of our ex-wife. But, while I can, I want to talk with you about me, us.” She grits back the control, holding the reversion at bay and looking like she is stricken with vitiligo.

“Us? What do you mean Bruce?” Leonard raises a brow.
“Not like that. You have been working with us on balancing and managing each other within our system. Each alter knows you.”

“Ahh…so, miss. You aren’t one of the previous voices I’ve spoken with. With how familiar you were with me I almost assumed otherwise." He studies her face, the differences from the She-Hulk he knew, he scratches out the noted hypothesis of Jennifer's personality having been somehow transferred to her cousin. No. Perhaps shifting gamma forms was the catalyst, but this woman in front of him was solely a part of Banner. "So, if my talks with Joe Fixit are anything to go by, you must have a unique name. Would you like to share?"
She pauses, looking into his thoughtful eyes. “I am She-Hulk, but who I want to be is Bryce.” Samson writes down a few more notes. “You can see. I can make us happy with Betty and give us what we need.” She massages her thighs, then his, teasing at the doctor. The sexuality restores her green complexation and slurps back the return of her womanhood. "Leo, you understand us where no one else will. Let me thank you for that much.” She rubs her tits. “Bru-Bryce please.” Samson stutters.

Her eyes go wide at hearing her name from another. He sees her, she knows it. Not Bruce, not Joe Fixit, or the Worldbreaker. No trying to solve the endless anger. There, in Samson’s eyes he saw her. She gives him a soft kiss on the cheek. He blushes.

With an exhale, Bryce dusts herself off and calming back down to her previous mellow. “I think we are allowed to be happy. The system hasn’t tried anything but survival for so long…and I…I think we deserve to be treated with love.” She notes its quieter upstairs too. “I think the others see it too. My transf--When I drive, it is been good. Better." The others don’t know what to do with her either, save Banner who she sees as a crucial piece to have on her side.
Doc Samson talks with She-Hulk as she relaxes and finds her far more similar to Bruce than he had expected--strange for one of Bruce's alters. Now she shares some of Bruce's mannerisms, hand motions, and specific facial tics; only with the charismatic, dominant and flirty bend.

“So. You are the ‘system’ expressing lust and desire? Happiness?” The therapist asks trying to tamper himself down, professionally. It’s been a very unorthodox session.
“I am allowing us to love ourself for once and not see just a monster in the mirror. They want it too, to be respected and wanted and not fear for hurting another. God I was buried for so long under the neurosis, pain, and self-loathing…”
Banner resurfaces, still in She-Hulk form but spotted with his white masculinity. “S-She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Thanks anyway, Leonard.” Banner quickly shuffles his therapist to the door. “Whatever Sterns did to me, to Jen, it needs undone before it’s too late and I do something I regret. Sorry about the--well. Sorry.” The jade giantess grabs Banner’s glasses and put him/herself back together instead of the unwieldy ruffles of sex hair Bryce had spun up during her control of the session. Samson notes that despite having Bruce’s autonomy and cadence, there still remains a She-Hulk.

Just as Leonard leaves, the She-Hulk body is flushed with green and Bryce simply says, “Thank you, doctor.” Her eyes are full of bittersweet earnestness. The door closes and Banner resumes control.

--
Now Jen is having the transformation problem and is less angry, more self-doubt and depressed. She can’t Hulk out because her anger just isn’t spiking and even when it does it feels terrible, like acid in her mouth. "I don't want to be a man. And a rage monster lost in the woods at that. I hate being angry." It feels Leader won. She spends time trying to talk it out in her own counseling sessions with Samson.

Similarly, over the next few days it’s a crash course of Bruce learning to accept his feminine side and desires as both ‘he’ and ‘she’ talk it out with Samson, he and his feminine other switch back and forth regularly taking a few moments to trade concerns before shifting to male or female—especially since with being linked to the Hulk Banner never could have a sexual release without fear of changing and killing someone amidst passions. They talk about the future, what happens when this problem is fixed and Bryce loses her autonomous avatar while the Hulks reclaim theirs. Samson acts as the intermediary. This time, they talk in the actual psych office, but She-Hulk is still the only one that is seen coming and going by the agents. The personalities reach a point at the end of the third day with Samson where Bruce and his female other can fade between each other without the constant need to transform. A small benefit too is a save on shredded clothing, Bryce dressing them in a makeshift business casual look with an almost painted-on miniskirt unknowingly borrowed from her cousin's closet. As she leaves the most recent session, Bryce gives Leonard a farewell hug and despite fading back in for control, Bruce lingers in the warm embrace before ultimately breaking it and leaving in his She-Hulk form. The psychiatrist can't help but feel real change in the air. His friend might really be on the verge of something.

--

Meanwhile, choosing to study as She-Hulk through the entirety of Days 3 and 4, Banner reads over Leader’s confiscated notes and is inspired to greater lengths on maintaining stable gamma forms as well as force reverting others. Dressed in a silk nighty and wearing Bruce’s glasses, she realizes how much easier it is since the original swap. Energy courses through her veins, strength and a dancer’s finesse. This body feels right. Like a house settling into its foundations. “Since Samuel Sterns’ involvement this is the only gamma form that manifests. And conversely, my cousin Jen has sole retention of the brutish Hulk that I carried for years. Her transformations are still triggered by rage as mine had been, when now I am only recently attuned to what changes me.” She pauses the recording, turning up the vibrator inserted deep into her ass, “Love that.” Banner bites her lip as she reaches the highest pulsating setting without thinking, and Bryce takes control as the green scientist’s libido skyrockets. “Bruce, this is our body. I feel your wants right alongside your scientific bona fides. You’ve been happy like this. Even the research has been good.” She sees what they can become, a She-Hulk that plays not like an echo of Jennifer’s type of lawyer but instead more of a sexy, liberated scientist: In just four days, the new Banner is a confidence machine with none of the Doctor’s neuroses but the mental muscle memory of Bruce’s expertise studying radiation and greater ways to utilize it all feel second nature as she inches closer to Bryce. "We could just stay like this. Even if we are of two minds." She looks to the walls of research notes, textbooks, and handheld recordings. All the effort dumped in to solving thier ‘problem’. She inserts her manicured finger into her eager slit. "Bruce? The closer we get the less we need to talk. It becomes redundant at that point, but then... why am I feeling your unease?” Bryce stares at a picture of Betty Ross taped at the corner of Banner’s desktop. It is their wedding day, she in a beautiful white gown and Bruce in a sharp tux. They were so happy then.

“I remember that day.” Bryce says, warmly pleasuring herself. "Bruce, you should call her." Almost like an invisible slap, her head turns and bucks.

Banner's anger fights from their subconscious. “No! Leave it alone. Leave my marriage alo—I’m a man. Betty wants— I won’t be corrupted by this…alluring, confident, powerful... I am Bruce Banner." He separates from the phase-glitching on the mindscape, his own body remasculates away from being her twin. “You aren’t me, you’re just another alter trying to ruin my life.”
Through Bryce’s eyes, the connective knowledge, sciences, and illuminated thought dim as Banner steps out of the bond. Her abs begin to change from green to a fleshy peach. It hurts. Her areolas shrivel and fall back into her chest as the womanly form breaks down.

“You want to make each of us a caricature so badly. The childlike rage. The scumbag fixer. The worldbreaker. And me.” She-Hulk sounds truly sad, a rare color on her.
“The mistake.” Bruce says aloud, taking control of their body reverting back to his masculine self. “You’re a devil, some temptress brought on by Leader.”

Her eyes are lined with tears, hearing herself tear away all they've built. “If that’s how you feel. Fine. —only wan..ed to giv.. .... love.” She says, receding away. Bruce stands alone in his room, dressed in the lingerie and nighty amidst the extensive notes his female other had been taking across her four days of active control. It felt wrong. Not the thong or heels, but the silence. He reaches for the phantom feeling of where Bryce’s heavy green breasts should be only to find his pale flat chest.
“Fuck.”

There is a single slip of paper stuck to the desktop, in Bryce’s handwriting. A formula of sorts.

-

SHIELD finds the gamma town trigger before the week is up and a number of agents try to disarm it but the tampering causes it to go off early. Their away team is mutated with the rest of the town—and the radiation perimeter is expanding.
Festival time, there was over triple the residents.

T1640 hours
Tombstone, Arizona
Population 4567 mutated, former 1422

Jen is a no go in shifting back into The Hulk, and there isn't time to alert anyone else. It’s up to Banner as She-Hulk to infiltrate the town.

"I need you. These people need you. And ...I’m sorry." He says trying to summon up the missing part of himself.
"I know." Green lips reply.

"There was a secondary bomb—"

"I know. Bruce, I’m more of you than you think. It was my marriage too." The doctor shreds through his wardrobe, labcoat and all, leaving a resilient pair of purple panties on the newly returned She-Hulk.
She laughs, taking control. "So you liked the notes on the resizing underwear huh?"

In quick succession Bryce suits up in Jen’s purple and white She-Hulk onesie with a black pair of spare Widow pants clinging overtop, and straps a load of gadgetry to her back. "Let’s get to work." She looks to her Bruce Banner reflection, "And we will talk later. Promise. I’ll save these people." He’s concerned, but nods.

The mission: Revert the monstrous agents and townsfolk without killing them. A separate SHIELD has the chopper ready and it’s either this or the nuclear option—which even the higher ups aren’t sure will work on the irradiated people.
The second she drops into Gammaville, USA the horde swarm her. Between battling them off and getting back to the Leader’s outpost, Bryce also needs to protect her tech from being destroyed before changing them.

The scene is a harrowing mess with chimera blends of mutant boars, three-headed lions, and bipedal giant cockroach monsters all filling the shoes of the innocents. Her battle is a slog. A grueling hour of pure combat that shreds her cousin’s former suit and the massive stress from the operation actually incorporates the rage from Hulk’s persona a bit as she fights them off. That savage anger coupled with Joe Fixit's balance and assuredness in strength is exactly what She-Hulk needs, fringe aspects of each Hulk absorb into the dominant She-Hulk persona, amplifying her effectiveness and power tenfold. But most importantly: moving the dissociative personas closer to harmony.

Smashed but not dead, the once mindless civilians are handled and cured. The Leader’s plan is reversed with ease due to Bruce/Bryce’s readings of the supervillain’s master journals.

Afterward
Before calling in the ‘all-clear’ she wants to cover up the exposed bits peaking through the tatters of the white and purple suit. She’s trying to reign in her more 'extreme' lusty desires closer to Bruce’s core self. As a show of faith, Bryce shrivels down to his pale body and gets lost in a reflection on the hunks of metal debris.

In the mindscape Bruce confronts his female personality, who simply lives in their head now with the other alters, and is noticeably proud. No casualties and she was able to use ‘Hulk’ for good. Banner’s stunned. "For years, I’ve been treating the Hulk like he’s some kind of disease, a plague that I had and others suffered from. Everyone dies around me. I was never able to do that, what you did today, there was always a catch." They get closer. "You've been good for us. All of us." Bruce admits been ignoring her for too long and apologizes, he wants to fully give himself over to Bryce, becoming whole. In a passionate, gentle way he kisses her, holding her essence close and feeling the need to go deeper.

Bruce felt his new face emerging. His nose thinned down, shrinking with a light squelch. The doctor's haggard yet handsome face breaks down to feed his subconscious blueprints for Bryce's breathtaking features. His cheekbones snapped elegantly upward, tightening the once wide facial frame. Dark green hair cascaded down his pale, malnourished frame. The pillowy lips Banner internalized from Widow swell into a forest green smile, the transformation being one of eager trembling pleasure. Just as before, Banner's She-Hulk keeps hold of the man's eyes, adjusting them ever so slightly into the sharpened daggers she wields. His thick yet feminine brows slant seductively reacting to seeing the transformation in its entirety through the reflection. Up until now, Bruce would have faded away and his alter take priority, but here was her face and Banner couldn't be more awestruck. Bryce was more than beautiful, and Bruce was feeling the waves of self-idolization kickback as his confidence grew just feeling her. He was turning into a bombshell, one that composited loving homage to the women that supported him even at his lowest. and desperately needed to be seen.

The strain has built to amazing levels of pain with Banner's rock hard member demanding attention. Bruce bit his lip until a tiny rivulet of green tinged blood came out, and with soft green palms the Avenger only ratcheted the pleasure levels higher. He pumps away, euphorically moaning as his body split its spine in a rippled snap only to reform taller, curvier, stronger, and with no signs of slowing. With the now familiar rush of his growing orgasms, Bruce knows each orgasm is a step closer to the goal and bulks on new hefts of readymade muscle. Another moan and the now beautiful face doctor twists in spasmic glee as he came again, abs toning and tightening under the wave of green pleasure coating his skin.

A weight pressed down on the changing professor, his breathing labored as mass gestates behind his pecs. Bubbling.

Faster, his hand pumps faster. The sensation grows alongside his emerald green chest until, the sheer force of the ballooning tits bursting from his body leads Banner to another climax. His back muscles flex and more of Bryce's statuesque build comes crashing to the forefront and return her perfect almost impossible ass. Her powerful, glistening bosom bounces lovingly as he continues to pump. But the new dark green nipples were so sensitive and puffy, Bruce couldn't resist their call, he turns one of the massive breasts upward and suckles it with Bryce's wonderful lips flooding his being with a lightning storm of new experiential passions. Ones he never could have imagined as a man.

Internally with the two remaining mindscape personas.
"I'm ready." He whispers huskily into her ear. Bruce's manhood pierces She-Hulk's wanting pussy and where once was the mental aspect of two separate bodies begins to fully become one as their legs intertwine. They kiss passionately one last time as Bruce pulls his aspect into She-Hulk, and in the real world the green goddess rips upward and is hit with a rush from the final bit of mental unity. She wants to cum and to cry. Flashes of Bruce’s tragic childhood with his father murdering his mother. His college years, as a brash yet brilliant student of weaponized radiations. Betty. And, has Captain America always been so hot?

Alone in the Leader's base, in a crater of wreckage and bodily fluid, Banner writhers between their masculine and feminine forms. Green muscled thighs squeezing against the upwards thrust of the swollen white cock that remained. Bruce's erect member cuts through green vaginal lips, sharing the exponentially heightened sensation for both of themselves to savor. Shriveling under the last stand of green, his female alter's womanhood swallows the last bits of the doctor that was. She moans in ecstasy as her carefree nature congeals the decades of hardship, her body twisting out of her tattered clothing in tantric bliss as Bruce...fully embracing into a woman's state of mind as well as body...becomes Bryce Banner for the first and last time.

The emerald skinned scientist gasps, a light rim of tears on her eyelids, having felt better than she ever had before. All the foreign oddities, balance issues, body image and fear of the monster... gone. It was like being born again. She marvels at simply moving her arm through the metal wreckage of the downed base, crushing the massive supports without a moment's hesitation. So responsive, stronger than ever. She exhales. Peaceful.
"We—I did it. Brains. Brawn. Best of both worlds." Banner smiles, only then realizing she was nude. "Right. Clothes would be good."
Bryce finds a spare self-learning underarmor The Leader uses for his deep space astrowear, one that fits Leader no matter what form he is in at the time. She barely has to modify it at all to end up with a new sleek black supersuit. The wet-look fabric wraps around the exact swimsuit measurements as the original purple and white variant, bringing its own thin durable small gloves that just cover her wrists and boots that stop below her knees.

Fitting for this new era. Similar yet different.

New She-Hulk, Bryce Banner

Holding the SHIELD satellite phone from her utility pack, the gamma goddess hover over the direct line to be evac'ed. Instead, she makes a single call, to a phone number she's memorized by heart.
"Hey Betty."
"Natasha? You sound strange."
"Betty, it's Bruce. Well I guess it was Bruce."
"What did he do now? Destroy Vegas?"

The conversation is a quick one, as Bryce searches for the words to say 'I'm sorry for a lifetime of pain and misery', 'that I hope you're doing well', and that she--that Bruce--has finally found peace in a new self. Something along the lines of 'I'm happy. I've changed. I love you.'
It doesn't go well. Betty believes her transformation, but says not to call again.

They hang up. Bryce stands for a moment in the barren outskirts of Arizona and lets a single tear fall to the sands. "I don't know what I expected." Similar yet different. She pressed the line to the helicarrier.

Landing soon after the call, SHIELD gives ‘She-Hulk’ a job well done, noting the goose egg body count and joking that “She managed to change clothes during the op. That feels like a first.” Still, many of the agents want to know what’s up with separating from Jen—not knowing it’s Bruce in there. "So how exactly is Walters back at base and standing right here?", “Is this a Loki trick or some science mumbo jumbo?”

“Does half a person have her own phone number,” one jokes while marveling at how well the statuesque woman fills out this new black suit. 'She puts Black Widow to shame.' 'Jesus look at those cheeks.'
Being surrounded by such positivity was a quick pick-me-up post the dagger that was the Betty closure. Loving the attention, and feeling that it’s time She-Hulk fully introduces herself, revealing the new status quo.
“Guys, look, She-Hulk or Doctor Banner is fine. I respond to either. But Clay, you can call me Bryce.” She winks at the jokey, attractive blonde agent Clay Quartermane. Perhaps it was time for something new.

Her eyes pierce him to his core with such a fiery hunger and Clay can help but feel like he was hit by Cupid's arrow. Something about them has an alluring danger too beautiful to ignore.

Epilogue
Jen talks to Bryce about swapping back—Banner doesn’t tell her she’s actually figured out how to do just that from Leader’s notes or that Bruce has embraced life as a woman—and Bryce apologizes as that could take some time to decipher the intricacies or they would end up like those horrible mutants she battled earlier.
The lie works.

At her desk is a single vial that shines a fluorescent red. The final gift that Bryce figured out prior to the Gammaville conclusion: an altered blend of cosmic and gamma radiation Leader tapped into to warp the Hulk mutations can also be a permanent lock to remain in a Hulk form. The thought does arise: when Bryce was still just a separate alter and not a piece of Banner's whole, she could have made and drank it any time over the span of days, but chose to wait for Bruce to embrace all aspects of him...and now herself. "Huh." The emerald bookworm removes her glasses and looks at the vial. She's almost moved by her own restraint begetting closure. "I've been the Hulk before for years...but it always ends in tragedy or in fire. Somehow it's always back to zero." Memories of world war tirades and otherworldly arena battles come to mind. “And even when I wasn’t.” The marriage, then divorce.
She shudders, flipping the old wedding photo face down onto the tabletop, then drinks the vial in a single gulp.

"Sorry Jen, but I want my fresh start." She says to the empty room. Bryce genuinely tries to revert to her human male body, but all she manages to do is puff up her forehead vein in an awkward show of constipated grunting. No change. She smiles, that same warm smile she showed to Leonard Samson days before and holds her curves. She's happy. And people will love her when she's happy.
Bryce immediately pushes aside ‘the work’ into the corner of her labspace. Meaningless now. Her black tactical suit, being of Leader's self-learning nanite fabric, has a few new features Banner's already programmed into it. The one Bryce choses for tonight? A skintight backless black cocktail dress that shows every curve of her off. And a pair of nanite formed stilettos to really make her look ass like a meal. Bryce bites her lip thinking of tonight's hot date with a certain blonde agent, and how much he will enjoy her dress.

A dress that will soon be on the floor.

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But yeah, “Sexy Professor She-Hulk” by way of the Immortal Hulk identity stuff.

Description
So I made this edit in hopes to pair it with a thing. I had kind of a general story idea that I won't get to flesh out because of too many things! But here's the big gist of it:

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T635 hours
Tombstone, Arizona
Population 1422

A skeleton crew pilots a plane, with two people gearing to jump without chutes. Jen Walters in her She Hulk form and her coiled up cousin Bruce Banner, both interact with the SHIELD agents far above the city as they near the drop.
“Air’s toxic and you don’t even know it yet Clay.”

The SHIELD agent rolls his eyes and checks the visuals from the ground. “Either this town hasn’t moved into the 21st century and lacks a single goddamn camera or maybe…maybe you’re in the ballpark of being right Banner. Every single camera is scrambled to pixelated mush by the radiation wave interference. Clay talks to Jen, turning from hardened badass to a suave yet sensitive type with a single “you sure you don’t want back up?”

"It’s gamma. We’re gamma."

In the town the people are in a type of zombified state of mid-morph. Between a strange animalistic mutate and human.

The main Hulk archenemy The Leader has a plot revolving around new ways he's discovered to manipulate gamma energy and especially how it relates to gamma mutate forms.

He is preparing to irradiate a small town full of people and eager to kill them as they will resurrect as something worse. More bestial and scary.

Bruce and Jen try to stop him. He’s amused and decides to give them a small taste of his new knowledge he’s found “from the other side” and swaps their gamma selves but leaves their human bodies the same. He monologues and treats them like idiot children but JenHulk is pissed she isn’t herself and smashes up the central hub.
“I’ve seen the light. Heh. Or rather it’s eternal opposite. The One Below.” Leader presses a few switches. And then, steps away from the panel as a kind of two-dimensional glowing green door space opens up, triggered by a miniature collider in the central hub the size of two flashlights.

"Sterns, I never pegged you for a zealot, well, a religious one anyway. But boy when you commit, you commit." She-Hulk mocks, ready to bash this overconfident buffoon into next week.
“What a sight I have to show you, Jennifer. A sampling of the power of one. It speaks through me. The best secret of all is—"
The Hulk interjects. “Green head man talk too much. Hulk SMASH!”
He leaps across the wreckage to confront The Leader.
“—we all are touched by his most glorious hand, his children in gamma.”
Leader puts his hands through the fist-sized green energy door and the Hulk stops in his tracks. The massive behemoth holds his chest, palming at a heart attack caused by the meddling.

In the reflection of the metal walls, The Hulk is ripped away leaving nothing left but Bruce Banner’s human self. The Hulk reacts to this kind of ethereal tampering like a wild silverback as his other unwillingly crushes down back into the baser, depowered human form. “I have grown weary of the expected. Even now I am …unamused.” The green door changes to a red.

“What are you doing to him? Bruce?” She-Hulk juggles focus between her cousin and the newly enlightened Leader. “Three, two, and you’ll say ‘Da—”

“Damn it Sterns, stop this!” She finishes his exact prediction in a type of battle cry charge, shredding through the console and leaving the panel looking like the world’s most complicated tin can. The numbers however continue to drop, the countdown isn’t stopping. Leader yawns at her drivel.
"I haven't forgotten about you my dear." He twists his hands and a second miniature gateway opens to cripple Jen just as it did her cousin. The Leader flings the gamma essence of each into the other, and in her unwieldy anger at this man, Jen morphs into the male Hulk stripped away from Banner. Her mind is awash in blind hate and Jen's Hulk begins shredding the secret base and the machine tapping into the darker mystic forces of gamma.

Meanwhile, having been filled with the detached She-Hulk mutation, Bruce is stuck in a state of inaction. His body oscillates in and out of the change, one arm growing green or his hair growing long. The Leader needs to pay. As the villain escapes deeper into his base to outrun the new Hulk's destruction, Bruce stumbles after him, the entire right side of him enveloped in his She-Hulk form. Banner’s mind is anxious, confused, working faster than it has in months to contextualize this foreign attack. "Joe. Fix this." He mutters, resisting this warm urge he has to change. Still, it is too much and Banner is overtaken. The pained scientist briefly sees the flash of his entire body ebb into fully female, fully the jade giantess and it triggers a mental break. Bruce staggers into the hallway wall, nauseous and still on the trail of Leader. He's almost a walking husk, eyes rolled back as a new alter in his multiple personality disorder rotation is being fashioned, since none of the mental Hulk minds or Banner can cope with being a woman.
“System broken… no, Banner broken…am angry…why..” The distorting green woman cries, unable to cope with being locked into a female body and not the masculine rage behemoth. The former Hulk holds her head as energy cycles throughout her shaking disbelief and she changes from a vibrant green, into a grey, back to green, and then to the male human form of Bruce Banner. “…Something is very wrong with me.” Banner grunts before fainting. On the mentalscape Bruce argues with his childish Savage Hulk persona, the Grey Hulk, and a few other versions of the Hulk are present but not speaking. “Why Hulk no Hulk?” A group of alternate personas that constitute the whole of Bruce Banner stand silent not knowing how to answer the hanging question. “Angry at talking man but Hulk no Hulk.”
Bruce sits quietly in the circle of various alters, feeling a pressure in him. The Grey Hulk, Joe Fixit, looks to the lumbering yet familiar savage green Hulk. “Kid, I dunno whuta tell ya. I think our system’s gummed up. Cause something ain’t right.” Joe looks at Bruce, and the doctor doesn’t return his inquiring stare. Banner continues to fidget, trying to get comfortable enough to think, but his aspect on the mentalscape reflects the physical Banner’s own state writhing on the floor in Leader’s base: there is an unmistakable bulge in his pants. “You, ah, gonna address that doc?” The Grey Hulk asks. Bruce gives the Hulks a whipsnap ‘of course not’ glance “Now’s not the time I need to thin—unnnnhhhfff” the growing stiffness continues, far beyond human, as his rod swells to the size matching Banner’s arms. Suddenly Banner’s mental aspect splits in two from his cock eerily similar to the mitosis division of a cell and a new torso springs from the former penis-turned-arm. In fact, a twin Bruce Banner manifests only to push beyond the scrawny male form. The doppelganger mutates into a human looking 'Bryce', evolving into a brunette girl-next-door beauty. “I’ll make it feel better, Bruce. Let me help.” She places her soft hand on the doctor’s still throbbing ache and the entire chorus of Hulk mental alters react to the touch. With no one in the active driver’s seat, the female aspect takes hold and grows into her true She-Hulk form that heightens her beauty a hundredfold.

Outside and halfway into his nefarious escape, Sterns looks back at his old foe. Something new was happening, something interesting. Leader doubles back in a slow, predatory walk studying the emotions cascading down Bruce's face before kicking him down further into the metal catwalk.
"Fascinating."
On the floor pressed against the metal, Banner gyrates and moans between forms sprouting and retracting muscles and feminine features. Leader's eyes widen, eager to praise his own handiwork and wondering if it really is Bruce in there. “How lost you become without your rage.”
Banner's muscles lock into a firm, powerful bulk, rippling new toned muscles down his once scrawny back. His pelvis snaps into a new widened shape, as he rubs his pulsating ass into the wall as it gains new mass. His hair converted to the darken forest green as with each transformation. From the outset it looks like a variation of the same, and the opposition took notice.
“Will the dullard reappear, or are you coming out to play Doctor? I’ll admit you have me curious.”

For Banner, it was becoming too much, this transformation wasn't painful but...pleasurable. This was new. His ass bubbles out and becomes a clearly feminine spectacle. Struggling to see through the flooding onslaught of horny thoughts, Bruce gripes his pale hands into the metal flooring as they turn green. “Yes." Bruce whispers unwittingly with a new sultry voice. The doctor mouths words that won't come out, gnashing his jaw and shaking his head side to side trying to focus in the face of the new personality taking over. She continues her assault on his body, the foreign and unwanted sensations coursing through every inch of the once male Avenger. Abs and torso spun up from the meager foundation, sharpening through series of clicks growing growing her torso, extending her height, and building her muscled physique even before moving to do the same down her legs, turning them into powerful unyielding pistons. The flush of green spreads across her entire body, exploding massive breasts from her clenching pecs and coating down to the still present and hardened member. “Nhhhff, I'm feeling GOOD. But...” She fingers her private and coaxes the glistening rod back inside with a quick wrist flick. It radiates a level of pleasure and finality that the rest of her She-Hulking form snaps to as if responding to the insertion. "There I am."

Her face begins to echo the woman from Bruce's mindscape, sharpening into a sight to behold as the cheekbones morphed, eyebrows thinned, and her nose shrank. She looks as if a goddess was sculpted from emerald, converting the girl-next-door features of the original Bryce self into an absolutely stunning bombshell of a woman. Throughout the final stages of the change this new amazon finishes her freshly minted womanhood, both speeding up her bodily takeover and triggering a string of pleasurable little moans from her puffy, kissable lips. "Nhhhaa What a rush! Like something’s lighting my fire."
She stands, admiring her powerful nude form and standing a strong seven feet tall with dark green hair stretching down her back.
"Unnnggff I’m finally free.” She licks her lips. Needing satisfaction.

The Leader tilts his massive head, confused. “This is… unexpected. But no matter for I shall lead the—”
With a quick step, she holds down on his manhood under her heel.
“One more word and these are juiced. Permanently.”

Leader squirms under her power, but a shade of red begins to wash his emerald cheeks. "I like your moustache, little boy. It looks good underneath me." She in enraptured with life and power, holding Sterns down into a cratering floor without any effort whatsoever.
“I almost want to see you try to lead me Sterns.” The new She-Hulk breathes into his neck. “But you aren’t man enough,” she rocks her exposed lower half into his orange astrosuit flustering him beyond thought, "aren't big enough."

“B-Banner?” The supervillain bravado has melted away, all because of this...this woman.

“He’s not here right now.” She tongues into his ear, lost in her full body nymph mentality. “Does that upset you? Not having your favorite man around to hate?" She pouts. "Aww.”

“I-I what have I—sweet merciful Jesus” The Leader stammers as all blood as rushed out of his massive mind into the organ currently being footsied with by this green dominatrix he unwittingly created. 'Her' defeat of him strangely and intimately sexual in nature colored by a fascination and disgust of the man. Banner's She-Hulk isn’t pretending but just an episode of unshackled instinct, working up her enemy’s shameful pants bulge as an accidental distraction that ends the fight. But a delayed deadman's trigger is set to silently run his town plan in full in one week with or without Leader present.
The wrecking ball taking out the remainder of the base, tearing at the brutish male cage is Jen Walters still in a state of pure shock and hate. Reaching the edge of the massive base and seeing the summer air, she breathes heavy, calming down from her berserker outburst. Her male Hulk reverts back to her mousy human womanly self as she and the new She-Hulk hand Leader over to SHIELD. Agents take notice that Jen and She-Hulk are separated, some off handedly speculating how it happened.

Later
A towel dents the wall in an absentminded toss. “They still think I’m Jen. How cute.” She walks over to the torso length mirror in Bruce’s quarters, truly seeing herself fort the first time. “We do sort of look the same, but besides the green skin...” Her face looks like a kind of lovechild between Jen’s She-Hulk, Black Widow, and Bruce. Jen’s sharp structural features coupled with Widow’s amazing lips and voice, housing Banner’s dangerous eyes and sculpted brows center stage of her stunning face. “…I guess. I dunno.”

“Hi. I’m She-Hulk, but you can call me Bryce." She clears her throat and practices a few different deliveries of the phrase into the dorm wall. "Bryce.” Some sound as a petty greeting, others a professional handshake, and some a sensual welcoming for greater debauchery. A number of curious SHIELD ops encircle the halls around She-Hulk’s dorm, whispering and wondering about the state of the mysterious powerhouse they’ve brought aboard. She hasn’t left the room in hours after being brought on the helicarrier completely naked and seemingly her own person from Jen Walters—who has taken to fits of quiet screaming at the new state of things. It’s eerily quiet here.

In her bedroom, Bryce tries a deep breathing routine following yet another exploratory hour of bliss. At this point the nymphic behavior is causing her to touch herself within ten minutes of the previous climax, all to rev up again and again. “It’s—hff—almost overwhelming, being out. But something’s…missing..” She takes a breath and meditates, trying to steady herself so she can perhaps access her—or more accurately his—problem solving scientific mind. “What was it that brought me into this world?” Her body glistens with sweat from her solo activities, but for the first time, it begins to cool. She calms down and begins thinking rationally just long enough to see her flesh dip from its flawless green hue fade to a fleshy peach. “Oh…no..” Bruce’s dick flops out from her deflating statue of a body and within moments the gamma doctor returns to his male self.

“Gghhaah! I’m back.” Bruce, human again, begins work studying both he and his cousin's condition in a fit of frantic energy. He falsely assuming the new She-Hulk’s emotional trigger is still anger like his own Hulks had been. Scrambling, Bruce takes vigorous new notes on everything he remembers from the encounter in Arizona, both what he heard between fading in and out of consciousness and, in a separate notebook, he scrawls a new entry on a possible female dissociative alter.

A light knock raps at the door. Personal friend and professional therapist to the gamma community Leonard ‘Doc’ Samson steps close to the sealed metal shell. “Jennifer. I have heard around the coffee grounds you have had some, uh, transformation issues. We could talk about that in a session.” The door slides open before the man can finish his thought. The green giantess Samson expected to see was instead his longtime friend Bruce Banner, dressed in a thrown together sweater and shorts, he has dark circles around his eyes and the room is littered with crumpled wads of paper and shredded notebook spirals. “Hey, Leo. I’d actually would love to talk.”

Samson sits on Bruce’s single desk chair while Banner is plopped onto his twin-sized bed as a makeshift stand in for the sofa he frequents. “Sorry about the cloak and dagger, Leo. I just, I’d prefer if SHIELD didn’t know I came back right now. I’m kinda going through some stuff.” Bruce ruffles his hair as strange thoughts start swimming through his head, sexual fantasies of him milking his friend's dick for all it worth, drinking down Leonard's fluids like he needed them to survive. Only, he wasn't a he. Bruce was She-Hulk, powerful and ravenous. Bruce shakes his head again, ashamed.

Samson spins a bit in the swivel chair, getting comfortable. “It’s not a problem. I’m always here to listen. Would you want to talk about what happened to elicit this difficulty?”

Bruce looks into his friend’s eyes. Samson is worth trusting and won't spill to the higher-ups. He exhales and begins. As they talk through a recounting of the event flashes of Bryce’s personality and near kiss of Banner’s archenemy The Leader start getting Bruce hot. He shakes his head, hoping to get clear eyes. It doesn't even matter that the villain is grotesque… it’s the idea of it. Sterns submissive wanting rod. "I need it." Saliva drips from his lip.

Bruce feels a knot in his stomach and a rising tension from his shorts. 'Nope. Ignore that. Focus back on the session with Leo.' A stray thought interrupts Bruce's denial… 'Just look at those concerned eyes. Why is Leonard so kind to me?' The tightness increases.

“Is everything okay, Bruce?” Samson’s words fade into the distance.

On the mentalscape Bruce sits on a couch across the other Hulks cross-legged on the floor of this rocky terrain in his head. Banner breathes heavily as each bit of air pumps up his chest into voluptuous breasts all before bifurcating in two yet again, reconstituting Bryce this time already in her She-Hulk self even on the mental plane. She collects herself, noting how much faster it was that time. But, more importantly, she needs the group to let go and feel this. Something wonderful.
“Let me out.” She stares into Bruce’s soul.

"Isn’t it time you were a little selfish? We were a little selfish?" Mindscape Bryce holds Bruce’s hand, assuring him it's time to open up. “The thought of it isn't enough. Let me give you a taste. You'll be awake this time to feel us.”

“I—"
Bruce’s hand acts on its own, rubbing his bulge through his pants. Quickly, it is apparent that arousal triggers the transformation and it hurts at first. His shoulders snap inwards but his hands keep pumping. "I—I can't stop." His eyes light up green as waves of transformative lust course through Banner’s body, and soon all that remains pleasure. He grows out from the midsection as a striking set of abs powerful set of thighs assert themselves by crashing into his erect mass.
Inside, Bryce kisses her Other, and the gamma doctor’s self-image aspect sprouts a perfect ass and tits as his mind struggles to comprehend what is happening. The longer they kiss the more he changes. From the back of his mind Banner’s other Hulk personalities watch in growing discomfort. “God, so hot. Hulk need relief.” The other aspects say wrestling with the fullbody sensation.
Externally, new facial features begin overtaking his old as each stroke of the receding member continues. “Make me—nggff” His heavy breathing turns into gentle coos. The remaining loose body fat rolls up to Bruce’s chest, and explodes as heaving, perfect breasts that tear through his sweater. Dark green hair falls down across her nipples. The stroking sound now becoming a schlicking as svelte fingers drown the woman in euphoric highs. “—whole.” From there, he is lost to She-Hulk again, her powerful form ripping out of his small weak one, and she animalistically explores her new physicality, deeper and harder.
Inside, Bruce brings Bryce close and instead of merging like a cell each is stuck as an overlay, a kind of bicameral phasing/overlay of Banner and Bryce. Almost like a hologram being played over a physical being. “Temporary. Hrmf. Clearly it is harder to reform than to divide.” She speaks with two voices at herself, then looks out to the repressed, distant Hulks on the craggy dune-looking mental plane. “You all can attest to that.”

In reality, all of this is IMMENSELY awkward for Doc Samson as his friend, who seemingly at random decided to touch himself during an in-depth therapy session erupts into a seven foot green amazon woman that is in pure heat.
“Ohhh my god in heaven.” The therapist mutters.
“I know, right. Look at me Leonard. Really look.” She gently touches his face with her free hand despite his protests and active discomfort. “You’re so thoughtful.” She whispers, working herself towards the edge. Almost in an instant, Bruce’s intellect begins to filter in after she cums for the first time and their mind/body unify further. “Ha, uh, I—” She grabs a loose white button up and slips it on as to hide her exposed chest, toning back the lustful attitude a degree into something more civil. “I do actually want to talk with you. About Bruce. About, well, everything.”

She eyes the stiff package in her therapist’s pants. “Sorry about that.” She isn’t.

They talk about a root issue, perhaps THE issue.
“So you, er Bruce, and Ms. Ross…you never?”
“Bruce never did like talking about this stuff did he.” She laughs, brushing hair from her face. Bryce sits cross legged on the heavily weighed down bed, effortlessly feminine in behavior as she talks to Samson.

"—She couldn’t love me, not fully. And no matter how much I wanted her”, she shifts uncomfortably, closing off, “I could let her get near the monster in that way…risk hurting her. But, despite the fights, the horror, the divorce...I loved Betty with all my heart. We all do.”

Splotches of light peach form like liverspots on her hands and just as quickly Bryce’s jaw snaps and strengthens. A thumb sized growth buds up from her crossed legs. Clearly She-Hulk is in pain. “…no..please…not yet..”

“Dr. Banner?” Samson asks, tentatively. The emerald woman grunts and shakes her head clear of Bruce. “Nggh-No. —doesn’t like the sensitive subject of our ex-wife. But, while I can, I want to talk with you about me, us.” She grits back the control, holding the reversion at bay and looking like she is stricken with vitiligo.

“Us? What do you mean Bruce?” Leonard raises a brow.
“Not like that. You have been working with us on balancing and managing each other within our system. Each alter knows you.”

“Ahh…so, miss. You aren’t one of the previous voices I’ve spoken with. With how familiar you were with me I almost assumed otherwise." He studies her face, the differences from the She-Hulk he knew, he scratches out the noted hypothesis of Jennifer's personality having been somehow transferred to her cousin. No. Perhaps shifting gamma forms was the catalyst, but this woman in front of him was solely a part of Banner. "So, if my talks with Joe Fixit are anything to go by, you must have a unique name. Would you like to share?"
She pauses, looking into his thoughtful eyes. “I am She-Hulk, but who I want to be is Bryce.” Samson writes down a few more notes. “You can see. I can make us happy with Betty and give us what we need.” She massages her thighs, then his, teasing at the doctor. The sexuality restores her green complexation and slurps back the return of her womanhood. "Leo, you understand us where no one else will. Let me thank you for that much.” She rubs her tits. “Bru-Bryce please.” Samson stutters.

Her eyes go wide at hearing her name from another. He sees her, she knows it. Not Bruce, not Joe Fixit, or the Worldbreaker. No trying to solve the endless anger. There, in Samson’s eyes he saw her. She gives him a soft kiss on the cheek. He blushes.

With an exhale, Bryce dusts herself off and calming back down to her previous mellow. “I think we are allowed to be happy. The system hasn’t tried anything but survival for so long…and I…I think we deserve to be treated with love.” She notes its quieter upstairs too. “I think the others see it too. My transf--When I drive, it is been good. Better." The others don’t know what to do with her either, save Banner who she sees as a crucial piece to have on her side.
Doc Samson talks with She-Hulk as she relaxes and finds her far more similar to Bruce than he had expected--strange for one of Bruce's alters. Now she shares some of Bruce's mannerisms, hand motions, and specific facial tics; only with the charismatic, dominant and flirty bend.

“So. You are the ‘system’ expressing lust and desire? Happiness?” The therapist asks trying to tamper himself down, professionally. It’s been a very unorthodox session.
“I am allowing us to love ourself for once and not see just a monster in the mirror. They want it too, to be respected and wanted and not fear for hurting another. God I was buried for so long under the neurosis, pain, and self-loathing…”
Banner resurfaces, still in She-Hulk form but spotted with his white masculinity. “S-She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Thanks anyway, Leonard.” Banner quickly shuffles his therapist to the door. “Whatever Sterns did to me, to Jen, it needs undone before it’s too late and I do something I regret. Sorry about the--well. Sorry.” The jade giantess grabs Banner’s glasses and put him/herself back together instead of the unwieldy ruffles of sex hair Bryce had spun up during her control of the session. Samson notes that despite having Bruce’s autonomy and cadence, there still remains a She-Hulk.

Just as Leonard leaves, the She-Hulk body is flushed with green and Bryce simply says, “Thank you, doctor.” Her eyes are full of bittersweet earnestness. The door closes and Banner resumes control.

--
Now Jen is having the transformation problem and is less angry, more self-doubt and depressed. She can’t Hulk out because her anger just isn’t spiking and even when it does it feels terrible, like acid in her mouth. "I don't want to be a man. And a rage monster lost in the woods at that. I hate being angry." It feels Leader won. She spends time trying to talk it out in her own counseling sessions with Samson.

Similarly, over the next few days it’s a crash course of Bruce learning to accept his feminine side and desires as both ‘he’ and ‘she’ talk it out with Samson, he and his feminine other switch back and forth regularly taking a few moments to trade concerns before shifting to male or female—especially since with being linked to the Hulk Banner never could have a sexual release without fear of changing and killing someone amidst passions. They talk about the future, what happens when this problem is fixed and Bryce loses her autonomous avatar while the Hulks reclaim theirs. Samson acts as the intermediary. This time, they talk in the actual psych office, but She-Hulk is still the only one that is seen coming and going by the agents. The personalities reach a point at the end of the third day with Samson where Bruce and his female other can fade between each other without the constant need to transform. A small benefit too is a save on shredded clothing, Bryce dressing them in a makeshift business casual look with an almost painted-on miniskirt unknowingly borrowed from her cousin's closet. As she leaves the most recent session, Bryce gives Leonard a farewell hug and despite fading back in for control, Bruce lingers in the warm embrace before ultimately breaking it and leaving in his She-Hulk form. The psychiatrist can't help but feel real change in the air. His friend might really be on the verge of something.

--

Meanwhile, choosing to study as She-Hulk through the entirety of Days 3 and 4, Banner reads over Leader’s confiscated notes and is inspired to greater lengths on maintaining stable gamma forms as well as force reverting others. Dressed in a silk nighty and wearing Bruce’s glasses, she realizes how much easier it is since the original swap. Energy courses through her veins, strength and a dancer’s finesse. This body feels right. Like a house settling into its foundations. “Since Samuel Sterns’ involvement this is the only gamma form that manifests. And conversely, my cousin Jen has sole retention of the brutish Hulk that I carried for years. Her transformations are still triggered by rage as mine had been, when now I am only recently attuned to what changes me.” She pauses the recording, turning up the vibrator inserted deep into her ass, “Love that.” Banner bites her lip as she reaches the highest pulsating setting without thinking, and Bryce takes control as the green scientist’s libido skyrockets. “Bruce, this is our body. I feel your wants right alongside your scientific bona fides. You’ve been happy like this. Even the research has been good.” She sees what they can become, a She-Hulk that plays not like an echo of Jennifer’s type of lawyer but instead more of a sexy, liberated scientist: In just four days, the new Banner is a confidence machine with none of the Doctor’s neuroses but the mental muscle memory of Bruce’s expertise studying radiation and greater ways to utilize it all feel second nature as she inches closer to Bryce. "We could just stay like this. Even if we are of two minds." She looks to the walls of research notes, textbooks, and handheld recordings. All the effort dumped in to solving thier ‘problem’. She inserts her manicured finger into her eager slit. "Bruce? The closer we get the less we need to talk. It becomes redundant at that point, but then... why am I feeling your unease?” Bryce stares at a picture of Betty Ross taped at the corner of Banner’s desktop. It is their wedding day, she in a beautiful white gown and Bruce in a sharp tux. They were so happy then.

“I remember that day.” Bryce says, warmly pleasuring herself. "Bruce, you should call her." Almost like an invisible slap, her head turns and bucks.

Banner's anger fights from their subconscious. “No! Leave it alone. Leave my marriage alo—I’m a man. Betty wants— I won’t be corrupted by this…alluring, confident, powerful... I am Bruce Banner." He separates from the phase-glitching on the mindscape, his own body remasculates away from being her twin. “You aren’t me, you’re just another alter trying to ruin my life.”
Through Bryce’s eyes, the connective knowledge, sciences, and illuminated thought dim as Banner steps out of the bond. Her abs begin to change from green to a fleshy peach. It hurts. Her areolas shrivel and fall back into her chest as the womanly form breaks down.

“You want to make each of us a caricature so badly. The childlike rage. The scumbag fixer. The worldbreaker. And me.” She-Hulk sounds truly sad, a rare color on her.
“The mistake.” Bruce says aloud, taking control of their body reverting back to his masculine self. “You’re a devil, some temptress brought on by Leader.”

Her eyes are lined with tears, hearing herself tear away all they've built. “If that’s how you feel. Fine. —only wan..ed to giv.. .... love.” She says, receding away. Bruce stands alone in his room, dressed in the lingerie and nighty amidst the extensive notes his female other had been taking across her four days of active control. It felt wrong. Not the thong or heels, but the silence. He reaches for the phantom feeling of where Bryce’s heavy green breasts should be only to find his pale flat chest.
“Fuck.”

There is a single slip of paper stuck to the desktop, in Bryce’s handwriting. A formula of sorts.

-

SHIELD finds the gamma town trigger before the week is up and a number of agents try to disarm it but the tampering causes it to go off early. Their away team is mutated with the rest of the town—and the radiation perimeter is expanding.
Festival time, there was over triple the residents.

T1640 hours
Tombstone, Arizona
Population 4567 mutated, former 1422

Jen is a no go in shifting back into The Hulk, and there isn't time to alert anyone else. It’s up to Banner as She-Hulk to infiltrate the town.

"I need you. These people need you. And ...I’m sorry." He says trying to summon up the missing part of himself.
"I know." Green lips reply.

"There was a secondary bomb—"

"I know. Bruce, I’m more of you than you think. It was my marriage too." The doctor shreds through his wardrobe, labcoat and all, leaving a resilient pair of purple panties on the newly returned She-Hulk.
She laughs, taking control. "So you liked the notes on the resizing underwear huh?"

In quick succession Bryce suits up in Jen’s purple and white She-Hulk onesie with a black pair of spare Widow pants clinging overtop, and straps a load of gadgetry to her back. "Let’s get to work." She looks to her Bruce Banner reflection, "And we will talk later. Promise. I’ll save these people." He’s concerned, but nods.

The mission: Revert the monstrous agents and townsfolk without killing them. A separate SHIELD has the chopper ready and it’s either this or the nuclear option—which even the higher ups aren’t sure will work on the irradiated people.
The second she drops into Gammaville, USA the horde swarm her. Between battling them off and getting back to the Leader’s outpost, Bryce also needs to protect her tech from being destroyed before changing them.

The scene is a harrowing mess with chimera blends of mutant boars, three-headed lions, and bipedal giant cockroach monsters all filling the shoes of the innocents. Her battle is a slog. A grueling hour of pure combat that shreds her cousin’s former suit and the massive stress from the operation actually incorporates the rage from Hulk’s persona a bit as she fights them off. That savage anger coupled with Joe Fixit's balance and assuredness in strength is exactly what She-Hulk needs, fringe aspects of each Hulk absorb into the dominant She-Hulk persona, amplifying her effectiveness and power tenfold. But most importantly: moving the dissociative personas closer to harmony.

Smashed but not dead, the once mindless civilians are handled and cured. The Leader’s plan is reversed with ease due to Bruce/Bryce’s readings of the supervillain’s master journals.

Afterward
Before calling in the ‘all-clear’ she wants to cover up the exposed bits peaking through the tatters of the white and purple suit. She’s trying to reign in her more 'extreme' lusty desires closer to Bruce’s core self. As a show of faith, Bryce shrivels down to his pale body and gets lost in a reflection on the hunks of metal debris.

In the mindscape Bruce confronts his female personality, who simply lives in their head now with the other alters, and is noticeably proud. No casualties and she was able to use ‘Hulk’ for good. Banner’s stunned. "For years, I’ve been treating the Hulk like he’s some kind of disease, a plague that I had and others suffered from. Everyone dies around me. I was never able to do that, what you did today, there was always a catch." They get closer. "You've been good for us. All of us." Bruce admits been ignoring her for too long and apologizes, he wants to fully give himself over to Bryce, becoming whole. In a passionate, gentle way he kisses her, holding her essence close and feeling the need to go deeper.

Bruce felt his new face emerging. His nose thinned down, shrinking with a light squelch. The doctor's haggard yet handsome face breaks down to feed his subconscious blueprints for Bryce's breathtaking features. His cheekbones snapped elegantly upward, tightening the once wide facial frame. Dark green hair cascaded down his pale, malnourished frame. The pillowy lips Banner internalized from Widow swell into a forest green smile, the transformation being one of eager trembling pleasure. Just as before, Banner's She-Hulk keeps hold of the man's eyes, adjusting them ever so slightly into the sharpened daggers she wields. His thick yet feminine brows slant seductively reacting to seeing the transformation in its entirety through the reflection. Up until now, Bruce would have faded away and his alter take priority, but here was her face and Banner couldn't be more awestruck. Bryce was more than beautiful, and Bruce was feeling the waves of self-idolization kickback as his confidence grew just feeling her. He was turning into a bombshell, one that composited loving homage to the women that supported him even at his lowest. and desperately needed to be seen.

The strain has built to amazing levels of pain with Banner's rock hard member demanding attention. Bruce bit his lip until a tiny rivulet of green tinged blood came out, and with soft green palms the Avenger only ratcheted the pleasure levels higher. He pumps away, euphorically moaning as his body split its spine in a rippled snap only to reform taller, curvier, stronger, and with no signs of slowing. With the now familiar rush of his growing orgasms, Bruce knows each orgasm is a step closer to the goal and bulks on new hefts of readymade muscle. Another moan and the now beautiful face doctor twists in spasmic glee as he came again, abs toning and tightening under the wave of green pleasure coating his skin.

A weight pressed down on the changing professor, his breathing labored as mass gestates behind his pecs. Bubbling.

Faster, his hand pumps faster. The sensation grows alongside his emerald green chest until, the sheer force of the ballooning tits bursting from his body leads Banner to another climax. His back muscles flex and more of Bryce's statuesque build comes crashing to the forefront and return her perfect almost impossible ass. Her powerful, glistening bosom bounces lovingly as he continues to pump. But the new dark green nipples were so sensitive and puffy, Bruce couldn't resist their call, he turns one of the massive breasts upward and suckles it with Bryce's wonderful lips flooding his being with a lightning storm of new experiential passions. Ones he never could have imagined as a man.

Internally with the two remaining mindscape personas.
"I'm ready." He whispers huskily into her ear. Bruce's manhood pierces She-Hulk's wanting pussy and where once was the mental aspect of two separate bodies begins to fully become one as their legs intertwine. They kiss passionately one last time as Bruce pulls his aspect into She-Hulk, and in the real world the green goddess rips upward and is hit with a rush from the final bit of mental unity. She wants to cum and to cry. Flashes of Bruce’s tragic childhood with his father murdering his mother. His college years, as a brash yet brilliant student of weaponized radiations. Betty. And, has Captain America always been so hot?

Alone in the Leader's base, in a crater of wreckage and bodily fluid, Banner writhers between their masculine and feminine forms. Green muscled thighs squeezing against the upwards thrust of the swollen white cock that remained. Bruce's erect member cuts through green vaginal lips, sharing the exponentially heightened sensation for both of themselves to savor. Shriveling under the last stand of green, his female alter's womanhood swallows the last bits of the doctor that was. She moans in ecstasy as her carefree nature congeals the decades of hardship, her body twisting out of her tattered clothing in tantric bliss as Bruce...fully embracing into a woman's state of mind as well as body...becomes Bryce Banner for the first and last time.

The emerald skinned scientist gasps, a light rim of tears on her eyelids, having felt better than she ever had before. All the foreign oddities, balance issues, body image and fear of the monster... gone. It was like being born again. She marvels at simply moving her arm through the metal wreckage of the downed base, crushing the massive supports without a moment's hesitation. So responsive, stronger than ever. She exhales. Peaceful.
"We—I did it. Brains. Brawn. Best of both worlds." Banner smiles, only then realizing she was nude. "Right. Clothes would be good."
Bryce finds a spare self-learning underarmor The Leader uses for his deep space astrowear, one that fits Leader no matter what form he is in at the time. She barely has to modify it at all to end up with a new sleek black supersuit. The wet-look fabric wraps around the exact swimsuit measurements as the original purple and white variant, bringing its own thin durable small gloves that just cover her wrists and boots that stop below her knees.

Fitting for this new era. Similar yet different.

New She-Hulk, Bryce Banner

Holding the SHIELD satellite phone from her utility pack, the gamma goddess hover over the direct line to be evac'ed. Instead, she makes a single call, to a phone number she's memorized by heart.
"Hey Betty."
"Natasha? You sound strange."
"Betty, it's Bruce. Well I guess it was Bruce."
"What did he do now? Destroy Vegas?"

The conversation is a quick one, as Bryce searches for the words to say 'I'm sorry for a lifetime of pain and misery', 'that I hope you're doing well', and that she--that Bruce--has finally found peace in a new self. Something along the lines of 'I'm happy. I've changed. I love you.'
It doesn't go well. Betty believes her transformation, but says not to call again.

They hang up. Bryce stands for a moment in the barren outskirts of Arizona and lets a single tear fall to the sands. "I don't know what I expected." Similar yet different. She pressed the line to the helicarrier.

Landing soon after the call, SHIELD gives ‘She-Hulk’ a job well done, noting the goose egg body count and joking that “She managed to change clothes during the op. That feels like a first.” Still, many of the agents want to know what’s up with separating from Jen—not knowing it’s Bruce in there. "So how exactly is Walters back at base and standing right here?", “Is this a Loki trick or some science mumbo jumbo?”

“Does half a person have her own phone number,” one jokes while marveling at how well the statuesque woman fills out this new black suit. 'She puts Black Widow to shame.' 'Jesus look at those cheeks.'
Being surrounded by such positivity was a quick pick-me-up post the dagger that was the Betty closure. Loving the attention, and feeling that it’s time She-Hulk fully introduces herself, revealing the new status quo.
“Guys, look, She-Hulk or Doctor Banner is fine. I respond to either. But Clay, you can call me Bryce.” She winks at the jokey, attractive blonde agent Clay Quartermane. Perhaps it was time for something new.

Her eyes pierce him to his core with such a fiery hunger and Clay can help but feel like he was hit by Cupid's arrow. Something about them has an alluring danger too beautiful to ignore.

Epilogue
Jen talks to Bryce about swapping back—Banner doesn’t tell her she’s actually figured out how to do just that from Leader’s notes or that Bruce has embraced life as a woman—and Bryce apologizes as that could take some time to decipher the intricacies or they would end up like those horrible mutants she battled earlier.
The lie works.

At her desk is a single vial that shines a fluorescent red. The final gift that Bryce figured out prior to the Gammaville conclusion: an altered blend of cosmic and gamma radiation Leader tapped into to warp the Hulk mutations can also be a permanent lock to remain in a Hulk form. The thought does arise: when Bryce was still just a separate alter and not a piece of Banner's whole, she could have made and drank it any time over the span of days, but chose to wait for Bruce to embrace all aspects of him...and now herself. "Huh." The emerald bookworm removes her glasses and looks at the vial. She's almost moved by her own restraint begetting closure. "I've been the Hulk before for years...but it always ends in tragedy or in fire. Somehow it's always back to zero." Memories of world war tirades and otherworldly arena battles come to mind. “And even when I wasn’t.” The marriage, then divorce.
She shudders, flipping the old wedding photo face down onto the tabletop, then drinks the vial in a single gulp.

"Sorry Jen, but I want my fresh start." She says to the empty room. Bryce genuinely tries to revert to her human male body, but all she manages to do is puff up her forehead vein in an awkward show of constipated grunting. No change. She smiles, that same warm smile she showed to Leonard Samson days before and holds her curves. She's happy. And people will love her when she's happy.
Bryce immediately pushes aside ‘the work’ into the corner of her labspace. Meaningless now. Her black tactical suit, being of Leader's self-learning nanite fabric, has a few new features Banner's already programmed into it. The one Bryce choses for tonight? A skintight backless black cocktail dress that shows every curve of her off. And a pair of nanite formed stilettos to really make her look ass like a meal. Bryce bites her lip thinking of tonight's hot date with a certain blonde agent, and how much he will enjoy her dress.

A dress that will soon be on the floor.

- - - -

But yeah, “Sexy Professor She-Hulk” by way of the Immortal Hulk identity stuff.