In the puddle’s reflection

You lean down and look into the puddle’s reflection and see a familiar set of green eyes. Your hair looks to be the same as it remains a copper color and hangs down in braids. However, your face is completely different! Instead of broad dwarven features you have skinny elven ones. Your skin hugs tighter to your cheek bones and your lips are smaller. You even look slightly younger, probably less than a year past the age of elven adulthood.

“Hey what abo-“ you turn around and the strange man has since vanished. That’s just great. You take the opportunity to check out your new breasts. Lifting them out of your shirt they seem to be smaller and perkier than you last saw them. Even your nipples are smaller proportionally. You take another glance around before tugging your pants to your thighs and looking at your elven slit. Looking at it and the rest of your body, there’s not a single hair anywhere aside from what’s on your head. You had no idea elves had no body hair! Moving your slim fingers inside your new cunt, it feels tighter too. That settles it, you’re officially no longer a dwarf. Yet when you look at yourself, it’s still you. You pull up your pants and pull down your shirt concealing your new slender body. Your head spins as you try to make sense of it all. A girlish voice shakes you from your stupor.

“Hey elf!” you turn around and see two roguish looking figures. Two half elf girls who are seemingly twins. One with blue hair, another with brunette. The voice you recognize as the brunette speaks again. “You see a dwarven adventurer pass this way? She’s got something we need badly.” Despite their cute appearance their attire resembles that of thieves. Maybe you should use this misunderstanding to your advantage.

“I don’t recall seeing a dwarf come through here.” You say in your best posh accent.

“Sis did we lose her?” the smaller blue haired one says.

“No we’ll find her… Geadric will have our heads if we don’t.” The other says in reply.

“Who’s this Geadric and what’s he got on ya?” you say, accent slipping slightly.

“Hm? Oh don’t worry about it.” Says the brunette.