"You Sly Raccoon..." Sly Cooper x Male Reader (turn into a girl) Gay Love

"What the... I'm a Girl?!"/ Meet Inspector Carmelita Fox

Y/n: Ugh... my head, where am I?
Y/n woke up, rubbing her(his) head to see what has just happened: To see a iEiffel Tower??
Y/n: wait a minute, I'm in Paris? (Seen when did that happened?!)
She(he) puts (her)his on hips then feel something on her(him). Did she(he) did get thicc or something?
You look down to see... women legs?! Walking to a nearby puddle to see yourself, you were a...
Um What?!
Y/n: . . .What the?! I'm a Girl?! (Seen when this happened?!, how-)
Pow!
You asked yourself to many questions that you didn't noticed that blast came out of nowhere.
???: Freeze, ringtail!
the voice said behind you.
???: Put your hands up, so I can see them!"
The last of the thugs had already wussed out and ran. you obviously the only one who she's talking to; despite calling me "ringtail."
I raised my hands as the assumed cop ordered. I didn't dare to turn around.
"Now get on your knees," she demanded. I did so.
The sound of footsteps and jingling metal got close as all worry began buzzing around my head at once.
Once the cop got close enough, I stole a glance as she yanked my left arm up to handcuff me. She looked so eager to arrest me, her eyes were intimidating; but I saw her grin disappear in shock once she looked back at me.
"You're not Cooper!" She dropped my arm and stomped in fury. "I knew this was too easy!"
I wanted to stay quiet, but I wondered if I was still in trouble. But one detail was even more important.
Y/n: Uhhh...Who's Cooper?" stammered, still on your knees.
The female cop, who you now determined was a fox, stopped her tantrum of rage. Her expression appeared to be more concerned once you got her attention. She sighed.
???: I'm so sorry, Senorita. I thought you were someone else. You can stand now, by the way.
You stood up, brushing the dust off your pants.
Y/n: Thanks. You're a police officer, right?
???: Interpol Officer. I am Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox; but you may call me Inspector Fox.
Y/n: I'm... Y/n. Y/n L/n.
I admired the pride the Interpol officer had for her job.
Ms. Fox: Come, I'll explain more. leading me out the alley.
Y/n: What they have to do with the 'Cooper' guy?
The inspector shook her head.
Ms. Fox: What made me go after you, besides you being a ringtail and wearing a blue cap, you moved as swift and smooth as that criminal Sly Cooper.
This was the moment when you shake.
Y/n: He's a criminal? What did he do?"
You heard her growl under her breath.
Ms. Fox: Thievery. He's been thieving for so long, and he's always getting away with it." Ms. Fox smirked. "...but I'll catch him. Just you wait.
You smiled sheepishly.
(Aw, crap... Is she talking about who I think she's talking about?) You thought.
As soon as we got to the curb of the street, she give me piece of clothes to get warm, we bid goodbye and went our separate ways. Of course, before then she tells me to never go into a dark alley again. It's nice to personally know a person working for the law, though.
But hearing that Sly Cooper is a thief... that was a first for me in the game.

—At the Your Own Home—

Y/n: are you kidding me... this is my home?

As you look at old house with board stuck on the window.

Y/n: oh well, better get started.

Moving in the house to the living room.

She(He) then grabbed her (his) laptop and seated herself(himself) on her(his) couch.

"Now let's see what you're all about, Cooper." She(He) said aloud as she(he) typed his name into ThiefNet.

Several options popped up on him as she(he) merely clicked on his profile. Sly Cooper, his species being a raccoon, came from a long line of master thieves. His parents were killed when he was young and he was put into an orphanage where he met his two best friends, Bentley the Turtle, the brains, and Murray the Hippo, or as he calls himself, 'The Murray,' the brawn. They formed what is now known as the Cooper Gang, the second most wanted criminals in the world. After scrolling and reading through Sly's file, Y/n closed the laptop and set it aside, getting up as she(he) headed for the bathroom. After taking a shower, she(he) dried herself and got dressed in a (fav/pj) as she(he) crawled into bed, curling up in the covers. But just as she(he) was about to fall asleep, loud music boomed, making her(his) growl.

Y/n: Ugh, Seriously?! Cover your ears with your pillows.

(I'm going to skin it alive and make boots out of it... Who ever it is going to regret not letting me sleep once I'm finished with him) She(He) thought, hissed under her(his) breath.

Throwing the covers off, Y/n stomped out of bed and threw her(his) outfit on. She(He) strapped her(his) belt on, her(his) (weapon). Once she(he) gathered her(his) things, Y/n climbing out of the window, closing it back again before taking off to Venice towards the nightclub.

"I'm going to make it regret ever meeting me and to trip on Paris..." She(He) angrily.