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

"I'm Sorry, I Need A What?!"

The next morning, Y/n eyes fluttered open as she(he) was greeted with the warm air of India. Pushing herself(himself) to sit up, Y/n swung her(his) legs over the edge of the bed and rose to her(his) feet. After stretching the sleepiness from her(his) body, she(he) let out a soft yawn. She(He) exited the room she(he) was given wearing her(his) tank top and shorts. Suddenly though, Y/n noticed the laptop at the end of the table, the screen facing away from her(him). Curious, she(he) went to take a peek at it since she(he) was the only one up, as she(he) assumed. Seating herself(himself) in the chair in front of the laptop, she(he) gently moved the mouse as the screen lit up. Displayed in front of her(him) was the names of everyone at the top and their tasks or jobs to do. But upon reading the first one, Y/n eyes widened before she(he) flared up in silent rage.

"Bentley..." She(He) muttered. "You are so dead..."

"I heard my name and it wasn't in a pleasant tone, so I would have to assume you're angry with something, more specifically, me." Came the turtle's voice as he entered the room Y/n was in.

"You would be assuming correctly. Now then, tell me, Bentley...what kind of sick joke are you playing at?"

"Hmm? Explain."

"The job you gave me." She(He) angrily.

"Oh, that... I'm sorry, Y/n, but I need you to find a belly dancing costume so that you can distract Rajan while Sly tries to impress Carmelita for the heist."

Y/n's eyes widened as she(he) titled her(his) head forward a bit, dumbfoundedly. "Excuse me?" She(He) asked. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but did I just hear the words "me," "belly dancing," and "Rajan" all in the same sentence."

"No, you're correct."

She(He) growled, baring her(his) teeth. "I'm sorry, but you want me to willingly dress in a revealing costume to then distract the one person, whom which I hate more than with my body?"

"Yes, that's right..." Bentley was starting to regret his decision, especially with how angry Y/n was becoming.

"And belly dancing of all things, that's what you could come up with?" She(He) questioned. "You mean to tell me that you couldn't find anything better than this?"

"I'm sorry, Y/n, but there wasn't a male in the ballroom we recognized and needed to be distracted, so the only thing I could come up with for you was belly dancing. I understand you're irritated and frustrated, but I just need you to do this for the heist. Please, Y/n? It's only to distract Rajan. You don't have to enjoy it -- which I'm certain you won't anyway, -- you just have to occupy him that way Murray can get the wings when it's time."

Y/n stood up from her(his) seat, glaring. "Fine, but if he tries anything funny, his claws are getting clipped, and then you're next for putting me in that situation, you oversized calculator."

"Fair enough." Bentley grinned.

You then sighed, crossing her(his) arms as she(he) leaned against the counter behind her(him). "Anyway, where's Sly at? Is he still sleeping or...?"

"He's out opening the drawbridge for Murray and I for the next part in the heist."

"Right..." Y/n mumbled.

"When Sly returns, I'm going to need the two of you to go out and get your outfits. Sly is looking for a tuxedo set, since I somehow didn't account for dress code, and you're looking for the (color) dancer's outfit, a laced one if I remember correctly; that's the main event one."

"Fine, but I'm not going to enjoy this..."

"You don't have to, you just have to pretend to at least."