"I gotta go" Eldrain mumbled and stumbled out of the room. No trouble using the scryer to keep track of him, of course.
Eldrain was horrified as the elvish body he taken such pride in continued to betray him. His smooth skin was becoming rough, lumpy and--my goddess, were those warts? Whoever heard of an elf with warts? How could this be happening?
And if that weren't enough his body was changing in gender as well as in species. His hips were subtly wider, and seemed to be still growing, and there were some changes in the chest area as well. Those weren't warts.
But horror was not unmixed. Eldrain found the possibility of devolving into a female orc strangely, and disgustingly, alluring. Abandoning all of the elaborate social rules of elven culture and just being a horny bitch being rammed by a muscular, not overwhelmingly subtle male orc had an appeal, and Eldrain hated himself even more for feeling it.
This whole thing was associated with the human somehow.