Ethelid, elven crown prince, marching with the army (2nd person)

You awake, tossing and turning, in a daze. You are tangled up in your bed sheets, apparently having rolled onto your belly, and one of your legs is drawn up close to your chest. You are covered in sweat. You try to remember what you were dreaming about, but you can't place it. You know you must have been dreaming about something important, but all the details pull away from you as soon as you try to imagine them. You extract yourself from your silken sheets and sit up. You strip off your sweat drenched undergarments, and stand up, walking over to a basin of water. Gently, you begin to wipe down your body. You glance in a mirror, then hold your gaze their, admiring your body.

You have stunning blue eyes, set in a face that is beautiful even for an elf. Your lips seems somehow fuller than ever. Your arms are slender and elegant, broadcasting a life never wasted on manual labor. Your chest seems more toned than usual, you almost look like you have sprouted small breasts. Your slim torso narrows further to a tiny waist, then flairs out to your round, plump buttocks, which your hair also cascades down to. Your eyes linger on your penis, smaller even than your pinky finger. You're sure it has shrunk. You feel like you should be happy about this, but some deep insecurity within you wells up. You suppress it immediately and continue to admire your beautiful body. This is elven perfection at its finest. You look incredible, and, a little voice in your head pipes up, very feminine. Again you try to suppress the thoughts, shaking your head and splashing water in your face. You decide to find your wife, Athena. She seems to have been growing more and more distant and you have barely been intimate since you set out with the army two weeks ago.

After the ritual had been performed, the rest of the Alliance plan was put into motion. Obviously representatives of the elven royal family had to go, but the crown prince did not. Nevertheless, you were happy to volunteer. You wanted to be part of history, and you wanted to tame the savages yourself. And so, you and your beloved wife left the capitol and joined this grand crusade.

You leave your tent to search for your wife.