This was starting to get addicting, and Genji was loving every minute of it. His desire to simply become fully human again had given rise to even more hidden desires springing forth, and now that he had achieved that initial goal, felt it was naturally only in his best interest to keep feeding those desires in new ways. He pushed his hands up against his chest, that was the next area he decided needed some improving, and he knew the perfect person to get that upgrade from.
Within seconds, he had located his target, Mei. Out of every woman in the vicinity, she was the obvious choice for what he had in mind. Almost right away the wand worked it's magic, and Tracer's chest ballooned out nearly three times it's old size. "Wicked~!" Genji exclaimed out loud, pressing his hands against his chest once more, feeling how much larger and softer his breasts were now. That earned a puzzling glance from Mei, who was none the wiser that her bust had just shrunk considerably. "Lena? Why are you... um, touching yourself?" The concerned young woman asked him, Genji realizing suddenly that his behavior was certainly strange out of context. "Oh! Sorry, didn't think anybody was here. Gotta go!" He recalled instantly, leaving the woman confused, but apparently not suspicious.
Genji glanced down at the wand in his hand. "You're bloody handy, all right." He said to the thing, wondering what else he could possibly improve upon. At this point, he was starting to look less and less like Tracer, and he certainly still felt like HIMSELF deep down, was there even any point to using her identity anymore? He thought on it for a moment, slowly dawning on him that he could realistically shape his life into whatever he wanted it to be with this. Why keep somebody else's whole-cloth when he could add those improvements to his own? Feeling newly inspired, he dashed on over to where his former body was (with Tracer inside, still unaware). Within moments he decided to switch their lives back, but retained every other aspect he took from her, even the accent. "Ah, hello Genji!" His former body greeted. "Cheers, Lena!" He called out, pointing a fingergun as he pretended to still be busy on his way. That certainly worked, but what next?
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