Crime doesn't always pay

Jay and Max had spent years living outside the law, robbing banks in small towns where under-equipped police couldn’t catch them. That is, until everything went wrong. During a heist in a remote village, a shootout with local guards left both of them wounded. Barely clinging to life, Jay tried to drive down a rural road, but eventually passed out behind the wheel. The car veered off a cliff.

Jay remembered only fragments — a voice whispering:
"Don’t worry… you’ll be fine. I can fix this…"

He woke up days later, disoriented, in a place he didn’t recognize. In front of him, a man stood smiling.
— "Looks like you pulled through. Barely made it in time…"

Jay rubbed his eyes — his hands felt soft, delicate. His hair... long.
— "How long was I out?" — he muttered, dazed.

— "Long enough for your full recovery. And I must say… the result turned out better than expected."

Jay stood up — and felt it. A weight on his chest. A different skin tone. Curves… This wasn’t his body.
— "There’s a mirror over there. Go ahead, see for yourself."

Staggering toward it, Jay froze. The reflection showed a stunning woman: tall, blonde, hourglass figure, piercing eyes. At his feet, a small dog pressed against his leg for comfort. Jay instinctively scooped it into his arms — he needed comfort too.

— "I’m Dr. Heinrich. Your car crashed near my… let’s say, farm. Though it’s really my private lab. I was in need of test subjects, and as fate would have it, two fugitives landed right at my doorstep."

— "But… why am I a woman? And what happened to Max?"

— "Your original body was beyond saving. I’ve been studying consciousness transfer. And I just happened to have a perfectly preserved spare body — only one, unfortunately. As for Max..."

Heinrich nodded toward the dog in Jay’s arms.

— "That’s him. I didn’t have many options. Better than death, don’t you think?"

Jay’s head spun. He had survived… but in a woman’s body. Beautiful, unfamiliar, and impossibly real. And Max… now a dog, quietly staring back at him.

Crime hadn’t paid.
But fate had a cruel sense of humor.