A Jewlery store

The car slowly pulled to a halt. You looked around in confusion. This was one of the nicer parts of town, way outside the ghetto you two called home. A Commercial district. It was brimming with people. Was this where Max was planning on making the heist?

"Why did we stop?" You asked in your smooth voice.

"Look to your left."

Across the street was a small jewley store. Nothing too fancy, but certainly a nice enough place to make bank.

Though, your thoughts strayed.

"Dude, you serious? That place is probably brimming with security." You reply.

"Nah bro, I checked it. It's run by some old man. It's a small spot, he only does costum shit. We should be good."

You shake your head. "That's suicide. Jewlery places know people are gonna break into them, they have alarms and shit. You wanna end up in jail?"

Max rolled his new eyes. "Just trust me on this one bro."

"I swear you're more retarded than I thought." You replied. "This kinda shit requires more men. Let's go rob a gas station or something."

"You kidding me n*gga?" Max scoffed, the n-word not really fitting either of your new forms. "You know how much I paid for these disguises? If our faces get known they become one time use, I at least want a return on my money."

You sighed. He was right. If you were gonna rob a gas station, you could do it as your real selves.

"Alright, what did you have in mind?" You ask.

"Simple. Wait a bit until the store is empty, then go inside and mug the guy. You wait here, I grab as much shit as I can then we flee." He said, reaching towards the globe compartment and pulling out two sky masks.

You scoffed. "Seriously?" You pinched your nose. "And what if he has security in there? What if a good samaritan sees this from the outside and decides to help? Nah dude, we have to be slick about this."

"So what do you have in mind, genius?" He groaned.

You paused for a bit, feeling meek. You hadn't actually thought of that. You looked aside in embarrassment, your eyes catching side of your blonde new self in the side mirror. Then it hit you. You could see your feminine face grow red at the embarrassing idea.

"We have to be subtle about it." You say. "If anyone knows what's going on, we're good as gone."

"What we do," you continue, "We go in like regular costumers. A couple or whatever. No ski masks. We butter the old man up, then I distract him while you grab as much shit as you can without him noticing. By the time he realizes what's happened, we'll both be long gone and out of these skins."

Max chuckled. "Distract him? What, you're gonna use your feminine charm?"

You rolled your eyes, pulling off the sweatshirt and revealing the tank top bellow. It was way too small for you, leaving plenty of cleavage to be seen.

"Shiiiieeed... someone's taking a liking to being a woman eh?" He chuckles, you punch him in the arm.

"Listen," he says, his tone more serious again. "As much as I'd like to put my hands on that body, your plan is full of holes. What if he catches me in the act? He'll know our faces. At least, these skin's faces. We wouldnt have time to change before the pigs catch up. And if we have to flee? We have no getaway driver. My plan is more solid."

You groaned. "You're a dumbass. We'll have our guns on us, just hidden."

"Still, what's there to say he wouldn't pull out his first? We lose the element of surprise."

You growl. He had good points. But you still had a bad feeling about his idea...