The X-Ray Specs of Revelation.

"Go on!" urged the tiny man. "Just pick something. They're all great!"

Marigold didn't bother choosing anything in particular: she just wanted to get away from the overly enthusiastic tiny person. She grabbed the first thing in front of her: the pair of techno-glasses. They were white and red, anyway; she could just wear them out and pass them off as part of her cosplay if she had to. Mercy was a doctor, and doctors wore glasses.

"Good choice!" Fizz said as Marigold took the glasses. "I think it might help your self-confidence a little. You know what the number one tip is with public speaking, right?"

"N-no?" Marigold was getting more confused by the minute.

"Well, just imagine everyone in their underwear!"

Marigold covered her chest on pure reflex.

"You get it!" Fizz laughed. "Well, my work here is done. I think your friend is up there finding out just how much our services cost, and nobody sticks around long after that."

Marigold found herself being pushed out of the workshop by her rear end (the only part of her that Fizz could reach). Before she could complain, the door slammed shut behind her.

"Uh..." Marigold said, dumbfounded by what had just happened. She had to get her bearings for a moment before she spotted Kiona at the shop's exit.

"There you are," Kiona said. "You disappeared on me! I was getting worried."

"Sorry," Marigold said, eyes glued to her feet.

"Don't be sorry. I just wish you'd learn to look out for yourself a little, you know?" Kiona smiled and patted her on the shoulder. "I'd hug you, but I think I might accidentally stab you with my breastplate."

"Y-yeah," Marigold giggled and tried to push the thought of a nice, warm hug from her friend out of her head. "B-by the way, did you find anything here?"

"Nah," Kiona said. "Prices are crazy here. They practically ask for your firstborn... wait, did you have those glasses when you came here?"

"I g-got them from a, um, person when I broke my cosplay by accident." Marigold turned to show her friend her new wings. "He fixed my wings and gave me a... gag gift?"

"Holy shit, Mary," Kiona breathed. "Those wings are beautiful."

"Th-thanks..." Marigold said, trying to sound less bashful than she felt.

"And those glasses," Kiona said, pointing at Marigold's head, "For a gag gift, they're pretty cool. And it matches with your costume, too! Do those red bits light up?"

"M-maybe?" Marigold said. "Let me check..."

Marigold twisted a dial on the right temple of her glasses and a few things happened at once: A single red LED lit up on the opposite temple, Marigold's vision blurred for a moment, and a few numbers popped up on the glasses' display.

That, and Kiona's costume disappeared completely.

"Eep!" Marigold squeaked. "Kiki! Y-you're..."

"I'm what?" Kiona asked.

Marigold was too shocked to finish her sentence. Her heart pounded at seeing her friend's bronzed half-naked body, clothed in nothing but a tight black sports bra and matching exercise shorts. Kiona was beyond fit: she was cut like a diamond. Her stomach didn't just have washboard abs- she had a full dryer to go with it.

Marigold swiveled to the side to try and hide her blush. Fortunately, Kiona took it to mean she wanted to show off the "light-up" glasses.

"Pretty cool," Kiona said. "So... are you ready to head out?"

"Y-yeah!" Marigold said. She quickly turned the dial back off, then snuck a glance back at her friend. Sure enough, her Pharah costume had come right back.

Marigold wiped her brow nervously. This was going to be a long day...