[Johan's POV]
His eyes stung from crying and lack of sleep. Despite that, Johan just couldn't pass the golden opportunity the fate handed him and blinked back the tears away from his green-colored contacts. He adjusted black cap on top of the wig he used to scare Diego and exited the tracer map on his phone.
"This is hella uncomfortable," Johan mumbled, adjusting the sports bra under the baggy black shirt he threw on earlier. The rolled socks he stuffed inside gave an illusion he had a bump on his chest. "I should have bought prosthetic boobs."
