A goblin handler, but not one you recognize

You're startled by the bang of the iron door being thrown open so badly that you collapse back into a ball of roiling mass. Turning your attention to the open door, you see a small figure rush in.

It's remarkably short, has dirt-smeared green skin, large bat-like ears, and is dressed in torn, haphazardly arrayed rags. You puzzle out it's a goblin, but it looks unlike any you've seen before.

This goblin has has a long mop of brown hair, big bright red eyes, and a small face. It's body looks almost as off, with dainty limbs and waist, extremely wide hips for it's size, and pert little mounds on its chest.

You're so caught up on its appearance, you almost miss it screaming at you about something in a high voice.

"-how is this dumb fucking blob all right when the rest of us are all like this!?!"

Like what? Oh, like a girl? But you're like that too!

You will yourself to reassemble yourself into your new form with an easy and smooth grace. The little goblinette gapes at your rapid emergence before letting out a groan of despair. "Neur, it got you too?"

"Yup."

There's a long pause before the goblin speaks again. "You can talk?"

Apparently so. You aren't caught up on big words though, so you only shrug in response.