Push him off

As soon as you felt the hands on your feminine chest, your hand flew backwards. Acting by instinct, your clunched fist hit your friend's face with full ****, knocking him to the ground.

It took your a long moment to realize what you just did, and for a second you felt regret, but that was gone as soon as it arrived.

The enthralling feminine trace was gone, and you felt your face glow red like a tomato a the realization of your actions. But it didnt matter. You were back to yourself now.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Max growled, brushing blood off his nose.

"Me?! What the fuck is wrong with you n*gga?!" You yelled, your new high pitched voice shrieking with anger. It made you feel ridiculous.

"I don't know bro, I just thought..."

"Thought what motherfucker? I swear to god if you try some shit like that again I'm gonna break your skull in!"

"Alright, alright! Calm your tits!" He said, letting out a chuckle. You were usually the more cold blooded of your duo, but Max clearly enjoyed this new dynamic. "Are you in that time of the month?"

Without hesitation, you kicked him in the face again.

"Fuck!" He exclaimed. "Fucking christ n*gga, I think you broke my nose!"

"Good." You said simply, catching your breath. For a long moment you both just stared at eachother, but soon you caught Max's eyes trailing down...

"Are you staring at my tits right now?!" You yelled again.

"Get out!"

Max nodded, quickly getting up and scramming out of the room. You stood there, catching your breath. Fuck. You couldn't get carried away like that. As soon as you're done with this robbery, you're out of this suit. For good.

...right?

***

You dressed yourself in some of your clothes. You had some of Jeneane's laying around, but didn't really wanna wear anything feminine, so you just settled for a swearshirt and boxers. You considered putting on one of her bras, but you dismissed it. It would be too weird... besides, your breasts were a lot larger than hers.

Odd thought.

Even if you tried though, chances are you wouldnt be able to close it. You took off plenty of bras yourself, but hadn't yet had the chance to put one on. Especially not behind your back. You thought of just going comando, or whatever the female equivalent is, but upon pulling on the sweatshirt you immediately dismissed that too. Damn these tits, you have to find something to support them...

After some rummaging you found one of Jeneane's tank tops. She was much thinner than you, so it practically functioned as a bra with how tightly it fit you. You pulled the swearshirt on top of it, making sure to hide it from max. You didn't need any unnecessary reminder of your **** femininity...

The only piece of feminine clothing that was visible was one of her yoga pants, but that was simply because none of yours fit. While you certainly liked how it made the girl's ass look, you didn't appreciate it being your ass. Nor the thought of Max oggling it. But you had no other choice.

You stepped outside of your room, finding Max sitting in the living room having patched his nose. You smirked a little at the damage you've done, happy to know you at least still have a good punch.

"Aight." You said simply, grabbing his attention. "You ready to go?"

Max lifted his head from his phone, looking a bit startled. "Huh? Oh, uh, yeah. You got your gun?"

You nodded showing him the small glock you were holding. It felt heavy in your feminine hand.

"Alright, let's go."