Somewhere in the throes of masturbation Eldrain had flipped from "why am I changing" to "why am I not changing faster?" His, no, her, elven male body seemed pathetic and weak next to the fabulous female orc she was becoming. "I need bigger tits." she muttered. The initial dose of magic used to transform her had reckoned on elven Eldrain's power of magical resistance. With Eldrain no longer resisting the transformation but riding with it, the pace of transformation accelerated and no longer required input from her magical roommate. (This kind of slip-up was inevitable when someone who at best was a journeyman wizard in terms of skill was suddenly invested with the power of an arch-mage!)
So her tits did grow, and her body grew more warty and orcish. It was a vivid shade of green now. Cute little fangs extended from her mouth, and her nose was now the pig-like nose of an orc. Her ears were developing the elaborate whorls of an orcish female. With a shloop her penis disappeared, replaced by an orcish vagina and the female reproductive system that went with it. Eldrain's intelligence (which he had made little use of) went from theory-oriented elf to practical orc.
The she-orc pirouetted in the mirror, loving her new body and identity. She gave a raucous laugh at the thought of how her estranged elvish family and "friends" would find her disgusting. "My name is Eldrakha" she repeated to the she-orc in the mirror "My species is orc, and my pronouns are she and her."