Hungry Eyes

Tracer looked up at the screen behind her, knowing that the vote tally was about to come in any second now, dreading her incoming change.

All of those options sounded pretty rough. 1 would literally impede her ability to express negative emotions, 2 and 3 would just make her look like a slut constantly, 4 would be a bitch to clean up after, while also being insanely embarrassing, and 5 wasn't much better. There wasn't really a good option.

Sombra saw the look on Tracer's face and couldn't wait to see how she'd react.

"Alright, I think you all have waited long enough, let's get to the fun!" Sombra said as the holographic audience cheered in response. "Let's pull up those results, shall we?" Sombra gestured to the screen as the tally counting played out in real time.

Tracer watched with worry as Runway Ready and Not What It Looks Like both fought for 1st place. She would never be taken seriously again if she showed up to a mission caked in makeup like a cheap hooker, or looking like she just back from an orgy.

But to her relief...? Eye Catching made its way to 1st place, and stayed there. Making Eye Catching the winner. Tracer was relieved it wasn't something that would permanently change her appearance, but it would still be incredibly embarrassing to deal with constantly getting caught staring, and not even being able to hide it-

"AGHH" Tracer yelped and her thoughts were interrupted as she felt something prick the side of her neck, looking just in time to see it was a needle with a strange purple liquid inside.

"What the hell was that?!" Tracer yelled at Sombra. "Uh, how do you think I make the changes, dummy?" Sombra responded smugly.

Tracer was about to respond, but her face sunk in realization when she realized she was staring right at Sombra's cleavage without even realizing. And, well, don't get her wrong, she wasn't complaining about the view, but it truly dawned on her in this moment that this truly was her life now, as far as she knew.

Sombra noticed the Brit's wondering eyes before she could snap her gaze away, "Aw, it's almost cute to see how flustered you get when somebody notices how much of a perv you are." Sombra said condescendingly as the audience laughed.

Tracer blushed slightly and began to well up as she panicked, realizing how helpless she was in this situation.

Sombra could see Tracer's eyes watering "Oh, don't worry mi amor, we're just getting started. I have a feeling they'll be looking for you for a while..." Sombra said with a devious grin.

"You can change me as much as you want, you bitch. Winston will find a way to undo it once they find me, I know he will." Tracer said, staring fiercely into Sombra's eye- FUCK THATS HER CLEAVAGE AGAIN. That... valley of cleavage... between those 2 mounds of flesh so neatly accentuated by her plain black tank top... NO. SHIT. SNAP OUT OF IT.

It was no secret Tracer was a girl's girl, and Sombra's looks certainly weren't slacking. Her sadness doubled as she thought of what Emily would think... she was probably watching somewhere scared half to ****.

"That sound's like a challenge, mi vida. NEXT BOX PLEASE!" Sombra shouted as she pointed Tracer towards the wall of boxes once again.