But in the meantime why not mess with his dreams?
Eldrain found himself running, he didn't know from what. His body felt off, somehow, even for a dream. He didn't have the graceful, streamlined speed of an elven runner. Rather parts of his body were sticking out every which way.
The viewpoint changed, the way it does in dreams. Eldrain now viewed himself from the outside. Eldrain saw himself running, not as an elf, but as a weird melange--an elvish lower body, but with breasts--and not the discreet, elegant breasts of an elven woman, but with the kind of huge, vulgar breasts he associated with human women. No, not human, worse than that.
The running creature revealed its face--not Eldrain's polished, classical elven features (if he did say so himself) but the twisted, savage features and greenish complexion of an orc, the lowest of all creatures. And Eldrain found himself back in the running body, but now aware what he (he?) was running from. An aroused, lustful male orc that was gaining on him. Just as the male grabbed on to his shoulders, Eldrain woke up.
Just a dream, just a dream. But the nightmare fear of being in a disgusting orcish female body and the terror of being subject to orcish lust remained. But that wasn't the worse part. Not by far.
With growing horror, Eldrain realized he was a little turned on.