This was like something out of some kind of... manga, for lack of a better comparison. Genji sat there, now the owner of his friend's physical form, with apparently not a single drawback as far as he could tell. "Amazing..." He noted aloud, still staring at his new hands in awe. Honestly, he'd almost forgotten what it was like to have a REAL body again, not stuck as part machine. As much as he had come to accept himself as was, perhaps subconsciously he was jealous of his friend in that moment, and that's why this... wand reacted the way it did, like it had for their speech.
Genji removed as much of Tracer's armor as he could, finally unzipping the bomber jacket and revealing what was underneath... more of the same orange suit, which was apparently made like some kind of leotard. Of course, that meant he was also looking at Tracer's... his, chest. And what a chest it was. Contrary to her lean frame, Lena Oxton had quite the bust. Made sense, given how bulky her jacket always looked from the front, even without her chronal device on. Peeling off the gloves, Genji wasted no time bringing his hands to his newly acquired assets. "Blimey... again." He was still slightly thrown off by this new voice, but even more so at how natural the dialect felt on his tongue. It's like he really was Tracer, in a weird way. His hands slowly caressed the large mounds of flesh, taking fascination in how they felt when they were attached to him for a change.
He threw off the jacket and peeled the top of the suit off, now standing in a bright orange bra that matched the look of her overall aesthetic. "Bloody hell, I'm proper stacked!" Genji said with a grin as his hands slipped underneath the cups to grab at his flesh more directly. Now that he thought about it, he was probably the only man who'd ever gotten his hands on Lena in such a way... even if he was using her hands to do so. His fingers pinched a nipple, and he bit his lip as a moan slipped out. "This is how the other half lives, eh?" The man-turned-woman said with a cheeky grin as his hands pulled free and he re-adjusted the bra, taking a moment to trace his hands over the cups to feel their fabric. "Think I could learn t' live with this!" He finished that thought with a grab of that strange wand again, deducing that it must have some ability to read his desires to a degree, and change people to suit them.
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