Your father always recommended the Jade order to you as you grew up. The ability to take on other forms allowed a man to gain familiarity with those that might seem strange or dangerous when they were merely unusual.
You present the your father's letter to the head of the order. He ignores you entirely as he reads it. Father Dulu is an unimpressive specimen, in his fifties he has a bit of a paunch and a spreading bald spot. You can't help but wonder that he can't use his skills to look more.... well more.... just more.
A look around his room, you see clothes from every race that you know which wear clothes. Although you eyes feel drawn back to the elf outfit on a mannequin. It is clearly for a female elf, even if they aren't traditionally overly burdened with breasts you mind is spinning as you can't stop thinking of all the changes that were required.
You jump when you realise that Father Dulu is watching you intently, the letter lying on his desk.
"Sorry, Father."
"Hmmm... Your father says you already have some skill. Show me what you can do."
You feel the tension. Does he want you to the most you can do, or just the most you can do safely. You know what you can do safely, but will that be enough....
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