Dark Elf

Emily stared in shock at her newly changed body. She could see her feet was a fair ways farther then they were originally. Emily shot up and stared down at her now taller height. Once a average 5'5 Emily was now nearing 6'1 or 6'2. The lady licked her dry mouth in shock. Her clothes hung in some places while in other spots were quite tight, they weren't meant for a woman of her current stature. Heck, not even her current distributions.

While never exactly fat, Emily wasn't on the slim side either. Now though, she grabbed onto her stomach only to be met by trim muscles. The same could be said for her arms. She never felt this sleek since her middle school days.

"What happened to me?" She exclaimed before she promptly placed her hands over her mouth. She slowly took them away and spoke once more.

"Ehh. Hello?" She stated. Emily's voice had changed, once feminine but rough, now it was crisp and clear. Which also came with the strange benefit of sounding British.

"Peter piper picked a patch of pickled peppers." She tested her new voice. While she could hear the faint sounds of who she was before the British inflection peppered her speech. Her ear's twitch and she could feel them flap against her head. Wait, ears usually don't flap against heads. Her fingers shot up and pinched her ears. Emily promptly squeaked at little at that sensation, her ears were packed full of nerves. And they long too, about three inches by her guesstimate.

"I'm a Knife-ear! I'm an Elf!" She cried out. She could hear her voice echo out and bounce around do to her enhanced hearing. Emily winced at that.

"I need to clean myself off." She mumbled. In the distance she spied a clear pool of water with moonlight reflecting over it. With haste tempered by caution Emily walked towards the pool. As she came closer she could slowly see her face come into view.

Emily stared into the deep pool with the moon behind her. Her reflection was still quite the same before, if one didn't note how beautified it had became. What with her done up lips and her Angelina cheekbones. Oh and the fact her eyes were entirely purple with crimson pupils, her hair now whiter than snow, her elongated canines, and her obsidian colored skin.

"Oh Sweet Jesus, I'm not just an Elf." Emily spoke. "I'm a Dark Elf!"

She groaned in distress, she hated Dark Elves! Okay, she didn't hate them exactly, well, okay she did. The liked to hurt and mutilate people, they lived underground, they worshiped spiders, it was kinda hard not to hate them. Here she was though, a newly made member of that species.

She sat down and placed a hand over her head. This was just too much to think about. Her parched throat brought her back to reality as Emily went back to the water source. She dipped her hand back into the water and began to cup it into her mouth. She sapped the water for a bit until she felt finished.

"This fecking strange." were the only words that Emily could spit out as she laid down in confusion. Eventually though Emily got up to see where she was currently at.