As you and Janet enter the foyer of the Prince's residence, you are met by another elf. He had light blue skin, the typical elvish build, a youthful face which was on the effeminate side, thick navy blue hair done up in a top knot and wore a uniform similar to that the prince normally wore, but less ornate.
"Ah...masters Doe and Wong." He said in a soft musical voice. "Good for you to come. The festivities have been prepared in the courtyard. Please follow me." And so you follow him down a hallway adorned with a variety. As you go you try to take the decor. The lanterns which float in the air, the stonework, the repeating patterns and the statues of elves engaged in graceful poses. Something about this was odd, but you could not put your finger on it just yet. Soon enough, you are in the courtyard with a couple dozen of your fellow students. There was a garden, arcades on either side, several tables set, a buffet with Elven dishes and at it's center an ornamental pool beneath a pavilion. Strange music could be heard: soft, but elegant. About half of the guests are dressed in at least some elvish clothes and all of them seemed to be wearing at least some colourful makeup. There were a handful of fair elven servant lads walking about tending tables.
The first thing you and Janet did was go to the buffet and fill up their plates with a selection of elven dainties. Then you walk around and met up with a couple other of the guests. You meet up with some of your friends on the Basketball team and your Tabletop Roll-playing friends. Janet talks with her Choir, Improv and Dance Troupe pals. Eventually you settle down at table to better take in the meal and talked about school, the changes and their various friends. Many people are as confused by this development as you, but others are happy about the changes. In particular Violet (a closer friend to Janet) seems to taken things to heart.
But as you talk, the lights dim and the music slowly begins to change, picking up in tempo and becoming stronger. As that happens a number of figures jump from the walls and land softy on the floor. There are eight of them in total, each of them lithe and limber. At first they are indistinct, but then the lamps glow strong to reveal them. They have green skin, fiery hair and wear costumes which include a corset, a pair of knee length tight pants, mantles, bracers and masks with glowing eyes. They move with an elegant grace, weaving among the tables in time with the music. You find yourself enraptured by their movements and their beauty, as do the other guests, including Janet. Even so, as you watch them gyrate, leap catch each other and defy gravity you take in some odd details. For while they are beautiful, their bare chests only show flat taught pectoral muscles. And while their legs things of beauty, you also notice that their pants you see in them a pronounced bulge. You never thought of yourself as gay before, but regardless something about those wild figure engenders admiration both aesthetic and, yes, sexual.
A from the Pavilion's roof drops a ninth figure, clad in special finery, green of hair and lavender of skin. He is passed back and forth between each of the dancers before finally he slides to Violet and offer her his hand. She takes it and follows her lead, going slower for her but still moving them along at a speed she did not expect before leading her to the Pavillion and in a quick motion jumping into the pool. There was a splash, but none of the glowing liquid seemed to actually land outside of the pool. It did however start to glow more brightly, leading you and the guests to come over to see what happened. Within a minute the swirling light subsides and two figures walk out of the pool. One of which is Prince Remelias, now in his usual garb. The other looks a lot like Violet, but now with skin same tone as the rest of dancer, a head of utterly black hair and large glowing eyes. Violet had been wearing a set of Elven Leggings, an unremarkable orange dress and sneakers. As this new figure waded out of the pool the leggings remained, but the other garments crumbled away, revealing a being with the same flat well toned chest as the dancers and trousers with a bulge in them.
The new elf bowed before his prince. He smiled "One who was called Violet, from this day forward you shall be Daithmil."
"Yes, your majesty." The new Daithmil said in a musical elvish voice.
"You may serve our court as part of it's troupe of Dancers. They shall be your brothers in art, your instructors and if you will it, your lovers. With their aide, soon you shall move as gracefully, as beautifully as they do. Do you accept?"
"Yes, your Highness." Daithmil replied.
"Very good. You may rise." He did rise and moved among the dancers.
"Gathered morphlings. We have gathered you here to explain and to offer you a boon. First we must reveal to you a fact of Elves that you may have deduced by observation: there are no Elven women. All Elves are Male, though a few of your writers which have seen our kind had mistaken some of us as being male. This may lead you to wonder then as to how we propagate our kind. The most common method is by carnal means, if two elves come together in union the shall eventually produce a seed, that will grow into a plant from which shall arise a son. But beyond that, we can also remake human men and women into new elves. The process has already begun and it can not be reversed. Thousands more are already being changed. Tonight We offer to you the blessing, a quickened rebirth and positions within my Court. You make take it or you may leave it."