gender bender · elf · fantasy · forced transformation · reproduction · magical realism · gentle male lead · survival · body swap · romance
The stone chamber is cool and dim, lit only by a single lantern that casts long shadows across the walls. Dust motes dance in the thin light as you lie on a wooden table, the scent of herbs and old magic heavy in the air. Troy stands over you, his face calm but resolute. "I'm glad you agreed," he says softly, holding a needle. "This will help your kind to repopulate." He injects you, and warmth spreads through your limbs as your body shifts—your hair lengthens into green waves, your dress becomes a simple brown gown. You sit up, wobbling, and meet his gaze. "It appears the procedure was a success. You'll mother a generation." He pauses, then adds, "Are you ready for what comes next, you?"