OW: Captain Jaqueline

Captain Jack Morrison had been on the run for many years. Several events in his past haunted him, few as much as the loss of his friend and Second-in-Command, Ana Amari. When he learned of Ana's survival, he quickly returned back to the Overwatch headquarters. He had to see her, one of the only ones left that could share in the trials a life long lived fraught with war. However, by the time he had arrived at the compound, Ana was already gone. In fact, others had disappeared trying to track her down...

Not about to lose his old friend again, Jack made his way to the last location Ana had been seen, a seedy strip club. With some trepidation, the old super soldier made his way into the low-brow establishment.

"Hey mister, want a dance?" A young dark skinned woman giggled as she twirled her long black hair, "Mmm, lucky for you I've got daddy issues," she laughed pushing him into a chair.

"No, I'm looking for someone. I don't have time for... Fareeha?" He saw the Eye of Horus tattoo over her right eye.

"Hmm? Do I know you?" The girl asked as she slipped into his lap, "little old to be from my school," she laughed as she started grinding into his lap.

"What is this!?" Jack growled before trying to push the harlot off, but stopped as the lights dimmed.

"Oooo! Little Sister is on next!" Fareeha giggled and jiggled out cheerfully as the stage light cast the room in a icy blue light. A young woman, barely 20 if that, sauntered out in a cloak, her cowl hiding her face save for her mischievous grin. Her naked form was teasingly hidden by the cloak, the occasional movement giving the drooling crowd a peek at her nubile form underneath. An exotic song began to play as the girl danced more freely, swaying and jiggling with the sensual rhythm. She purred as she watched Jack, his eyes locked on hers, a wave of recognition splashing over his face as she pulled back her hood.

"ANA!" He yelled, standing abruptly and causing Fareeha to drop to the floor.

"Owies," She pouted before crawling off.

The dancer spun and knelt down, tutting Captain Morrison with a waggling finger, an expression Jack found all too familiar, "Naughty customers shouldn't mistreat the girls..." She spoke sweetly, but that only made Jack angrier. He tried to speak, but a sensor in his visor recognized an object in her hand, a biotic grenade, one of Ana's signature weapons. Before he could react, the bomb was thrown and burst beside him. The pain was minor and quickly subsided, but Jack wasn't taking any chances. He threw down his biotic field to heal any ill-effects the grenade would've had.

Though, when he did this, the dancer only smiled before standing and continuing her dance. Jack was ready to fight, but... no, no he felt funny. He shivered as a strange tingling began to spread over his form. He tried to shake it off, tried to ignore it, but the tingling turned to a prickling sensation as his body started to shift. Experimentally grown muscles began to shrink and soften. The hard angles of his masculine shoulders rounded and soon he was drowning in his own oversized clothes.

"Wh-what's... happening" He spoke, his voice slipping up into a feminine tone.

"Heehee, sister is fixing you!" Fareeha giggled, already in the lap of another patron.

Jack shook his head, shocked as he felt long hair tickle his neck and shoulders... what... what happened to his armor? He couldn't breath, panic was constricting his chest as his breasts pushed out to fill the shifting cups of her new bikini. She moaned, pulling off her mask, slipping it up as it turned to a pair of sexy red sunglasses. "I... I can't...even..." She moaned as her ass plumped out, getting a healthy jiggle in her new g-string bikini bottoms. She felt dizzy, she felt her face... her long silky hair slipping over her hand as she felt... her scars... they were gone!? She turned to the exit. She had to leave! She had to get back to the like, Sorority house and pack for spring break before... Before... No, that wasn't...

There was a loud spank and a sudden sting against her ass.

"Hey baby, how about a dance?" An old man asked smirking up at her.

"Ew, like, I wouldn't be caught dead dancing with a geezer like you," She stuck her tongue out and headed towards the door.

"What? But, I'm 32?" The man said as he watched her saunter out.

Ana smiled, bending down and gathering her tips as her song ended.

"You're welcome, dear..."

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