A dark elf and a lupine walk into a bar and order a drink. As the bartender serves up the drinks without incident, a dwarf at the back of the bar spits out his drink and exclaims, "bloody hell, I'm, in the wrong bloomin' story!"

The elf and the lupine look at each other, then at the barman with a look of confusion evident on their faces as the dwarf stumbles out in a drunken stupour. The barman comments, "doncha worry 'bout 'im, 'e always says somefun' abou' bein' in a joke or some such bollocks. Now, since I ain' seen yez a'fore, watcha aftr?" The elf looks at her companion, before looking back a the barman. "My name is Celia, this here is my friend Foralx. We're in town for the...convention."

The barman nods, "oy, you'z in th' roigh' place. Roigh' down thoze stairs ov'r thare" he replies in a boistrous manner while pointing to a set of stairs in the far corner. The two travellers nod before getting up. The lupine loosens a pouch from his belt before tossing it on the counter. "This shuld cover yer expenses mate" he says, before turning away. "Moigh'y oblig'd!" the barman calls out as the two make their way to the stairs.

The two travellers make their way down the ramshackle stairs and round a hallway into a large ballroom, seemingly filled with people and creatures of all kinds. Everything from orcs, to ursines, street elves to upper class high humans. Normally a lot of the people here would not get along, except for one small thing.

Well, one BIG thing.

This was a convention set up for those who like to...play...as others. Ever wanted to walk in someone else's shoes for a night? Or for that matter, fuck like a jackhare with someone else's junk? This was the place to be. It was held once a year in different places every time, and getting an invite wasn't easy. You have to know a guy, who knows a guy, yadda yadda blah.

Celia, being a crafty lass, managed to find such a person with connections. Now, here she was, her grey skin shining under the lighting from nervous sweat. She was excited, she had always wanted to try this. She was initially worried about travelling all the way from Kuldahar, until her friend Foralx intimated he would be interested in going too. "Just fer the spectucle, y' feel me? Plus I can't le' a fine lass like you travel alone!" Foralx was a young lupine, but fully grown still. At 7 foot tall, he was one of the tallest people in the room and stood out like a sore thumb. Covered head to toe in snow-white fur with the face of a wolf, he was a sight to see.

"Alright lass, we'll meet back 'ere as the pardy winds down eh?"
"Sure thing Al" Celia replied, "have fun!"
"Oh I will, don' you worry 'bout that!"

With that, Foralx lumbered off into the group of people, blending in surprisingly well. As she lost sight of him, Celia composed her thoughts. She wanted to find a big, strong man to spend the evening with, maybe a lady to go with her man..

She pulled her hood down, then pumped up her cleavage a bit to try and help find someone enticing. As she scanned the room, she saw an orc sitting uncomfortably by the bar. Seeing her opportunity, she sauntered over to the green-skinned lad while eyeing him up. He was a little small for an orc,looking almost dainty. He still had the chiseled physique and proud tusks of the warrior race, but you could definately see in his genetics how clsely related orcs and elves really were. He was more toned than muscular, he also exuded an air of grace often hard to find even in the females of his species. As she got closer, the young orc noticed her and quickly looked away, seemingly embarrased.

"What's wrong cutie?" Celia asked as she took the stool next to his.
"Nothing, just here with a friend" came the abrupt reply.
"Come on sugar, you can tell me!" Celia goaded, facing him fully so that when he looked back, he got a good view of her cleavage under her face.
"Well...no. You'll laugh." Another short response, but Celia was getting somewhere.
"I promise I won't honey, really! I'm Celia, you are?"
"Trag'on miss, Trag'on kah Deepmarsh. A-a pleasure to meet you."
Celia giggled, "no need for formalities with me sweetie, now why not tell me what's ailing you?" she probed.
"Well, since you promised not to laugh...I-I've never known the touch of a woman. All the women of my clan find me too feeble, weak. I've always had fantasies of being with a woma-"
"Is that all?" Celia chimed in. "You can come with me right now if you like."
"N-no, that's not all. I've, well, had the dream of being...dominated. Not just like the girl is bossy, but I mean...well, she takes over and..."
"Ah, so you came here hoping t' find an open minded girl to 'loosen your strings'?" Celia asked.
"Yeah! It's strange, I know.."

Celia developed a wicked smile before grabbing the shy orc's hand. "You come with me young man, I'm going to blow your mind tonight!"

She then led back into the hallway where the stairs coming down from the bar end. However, instead of taking the stairs, she instead led him further down the hall to a series of doors. She inspected each in turn until she found one that was unlocked, whereupon she led him inside and locked the door behind them. The room was a simple hotel room with a couch in one corner and a large bed taking pride of place in the centre of the room.

"Strip mister, mistress is horny and needs her dick for tonight."

The young orc looks confused for a moment, before suddenly realising the gravity of the words. He then immediately begun to strip naked. As he stripped down, a smile began to form across his lips and a prnounced bulge began forming in his undergarments until they came down, which caused Celia to gasp softly as she saw his size. When he was completely naked, he winked at Celia, "does my body please you mistress?"
"Not bad at all slave" came the reply, although secretly Celia was already wet from the situation alone. She then began to disrobe and instructed her 'slave' to neatly place her clothes on the bed. Once they were both naked, she instructed him to pick up one of the seals left on the bed by the event organisers. As he handed it to her, he whispered a quiet "thank you" before turning around.

"Not at all handsome" came the reply from 'mistress', "remind me to thank you for this later". Before Trag'on could respond, Celia jammed the seal into the back of his neck, causing his body to rapidly deflate. The process was over in a matter of moments, until Celia was left holding Trag'on's skin by the nape of the neck. She examined it closely and marvelled at the process, before reminding herself why she was here.

Slowly she pulled the skin of his upper back apart until a large hole presented itself. Excitedly she sat on the bed and slid her right leg into the leg of her new friend with REAL benefits. Once her leg was inside, she rubbed her hand over the leathery skin of the orc that now covered her leg. She could feel it through the skin, the leg had become hers! Hurriedly, she slid her left leg into the orc's hollow limb and stood up. She then slid the suit up above her hips before looking down, causing her to gasp. Between her legs was a fully erect penis, HERS. Gingerly she touched it, marvelling at the sensation. She gently began to stroke it, causing pre-cum to start leaking out. She quickly withdrew her hand before she reached orgasm, she was already close but didn't want to waste it yet. She then continued to slide the suit up her torso, squashing her breasts down to accomodate Trag'on's pecs. After that ordeal, it was time to slide her arms into his, which she proceeded to do with all gusto.

Soon, only her head and hair were the only giveaways of the hot, sweaty girl underneath who was horny with anticipation. Not able to contain her excitement any more, she grabbed the mask that was draped over her (now) flat chest and pulled it up and over her head. It snapped into place quite easily, giving her a moment to line up the eyes, nose and mouth before the suit sealed shut with her inside. Suddenly, she was fully aware of her new body. She felt the carpet under her toes, the hair on her arms and legs, her tusks slightly weighing down her lower jaw, she felt all of it.

After a moment, Trag'on smiled a wicked grin not seen since Celai flashed it to him in the ballroom earlier in the night. "Now" purred Trag'on, "time to find a nice girl to...play with."