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Varian's Surprise By: Lyrissa Varian Wrynn strode through the corridors of Stormwind Keep towards his private chambers, paying little heed to the beautiful tapestries or the sculptures wrought by some of the greatest artistans of Azeroth which lined the hallway. The massive armored form of the king towered over the lean, buxom form of Jaina Proudmoore, the archmage of Dalaran, who hurried alongside Varian to keep up. The white and gold hair of Jaina shone like silver and gold in the sunlight trickling in through the large windows, and her purple and white robes rustled against the carpet. "It is imperative that we handle this situation with care, Jaina. We must not antagonize the blood elves further if we are to win them back to the Alliance," Varian said with a tone which did not brook argument. "I understand, my king. We will repair the damage somehow," Jaina said in her soft, musical voice. Varian smiled, relieved that Jaina was now seeing his side of the argument. The strategy meeting had been intense as usual, and the king suddenly had an urge to get a stiff drink and relax. He glanced over at Jaina, marveling at her beauty. "Perhaps you would join me for some quick refreshments?" Varian inquired hopefully. "My quarters are nearby, and I think we can both use a rest after all that shouting." Jaina smiled at Varian and nodded. "I would love to. I really need to unwind. Perhaps you could have my personal belongings brought up there as well?" Varian nodded, and quickly informed a guard to retrieve Jaina's chest from where she had deposited it upon arriving to Stormwind. Varian turned to walk towards the stairs leading up into the private areas of the Keep, with Jaina following. The king was proud over the fact that Stormwind was sufficiently open and safe that the castle could be kept open to any citizen who wished to visit, and even serve as a hub for various academics and craftsmen, but there were always times when even a king wanted some solitude. His heavy boots thudded against the steps as they ascended, and soon Varian was unlocking the door into one of his recreational rooms. The wooden door swung open to reveal an elegantly furnished chamber with a window overlooking the lake nestled between the city and the mountains to the north and the small patch of pastoral farmland which clung to the hilly ground that overlooked the harbor. Beyond that the western ocean glittered in the sunlight. "I do find it relaxing just watching the city bustle during daytime, or watch the night lights under the stars," Varian said, pulling off his armored gauntlets and laying them down on a table. "And the view towards the harbor soothes me." "It is very nice, my king," Jaina said with a pleasant smile as she strode over to peer out the window. Varian managed to avoid staring at the beautiful archmage's well-shaped rump as she leaned towards the windowsill, and instead walked over to retrieve a bottle of fine Alterac brandy from a small compartment inside one of the tall bookshelves lining the walls. With two glasses in the other hand, the king walked back to sit down in a chair decorated by carvings of the royal lion of Stormwind and he placed the bottle and glasses on the small table next to him. The king was momentarily distracted as a pair of guards delivered Jaina's chest of belongings, presumably locked magically. The two men deposited the heavy container and then saluted their king and left. Varian leaned back in his chair and regarded Jaina once more. "Won't you join me for a drink, Jaina? You look like you could use a little bit of rest just as I do." Varian poured himself some brandy while Jaina considered the offer. For a brief moment Varian thought he saw her glance at him over her shoulder, but it was only out of the corner of his eye and when he turned his head she was just looking out the window serenely. Finally the archmage turned to him, her lovely form accentuated by the robe and the soft sunlight. "It... would be an honor, my king. But are you sure it is safe?" she asked with some concern. Varian blinked in confusion. "Safe? Of course it's safe, Jaina. This is my private quarters, nobody comes here without my permission. Besides, I am here to protect you." "I mean against prying eyes and such, my king," Jaina said, her pale blue eyes darting back and forth across the room. Varian was unsure what was causing this concern, but her nevertheless rose from the chair and walked over to safely bolt the door after making sure nobody was lurking outside. The window was sufficiently high up that the king felt safe that nobody would be spying through it, and various magical protections would alert him to any aerial intrusion. "It's perfectly safe," he told Jaina. "You can relax." Jaina took a deep breath and smiled at Varian, stretching her arms above her head. She stepped away from the window to stand on the soft carpet, seemingly considering her surroundings again. Then she shrugged and reached up to her shoulders to unlatch her engraved shoulderpads. Varian sat back and down and sipped his brandy, secretly very happy that Jaina seemed to be relaxing in his company. Things had been slightly tense between them recently, but Varian was still attracted to the beautiful sorceress. Jaina put the shoulderpads down on top of her private chest and then sat down on top of it and began pulling off her boots. Varian quirked an eyebrow, but didn't comment. Maybe Jaina just really needed to kick back after being formal during the meetings for about three days. "I was thinking perhaps we could make a small trip over to Pandaria to see how the rebuilding effort in the Vale is going," Varian began. "After all, it was partially my f-" The king trailed off as Jaina began shedding her many-layered robe, beginning by unclasping the small jacket-like purple piece. The king's eyes almost bulged out as the beautiful archmage very casually slipped off the separate pieces of her outfit, and then with an almost joyful sigh slid the robe itself down her supple body. Varian felt his hand tighten around the glass and knew he should look away but was unable to as if he were paralyzed. His eyes trailed along Jaina's luscious body as each curve was revealed by her undressing. Jaina doffed the robe on top of the rest of her clothes on the chest and fiddled behind her for the clasp of her bra. The archmage removed the garment with a content smile, letting her well-shaped soft breasts bounce free in the warm, dry air of the room. The pink nipples were slightly stiff, and Varian felt his throat dry up. "Jaina, I-" he began, but she only looked quizzically at him. Unable to think of what to say, Varian closed his mouth and looked on as Jaina hooked her elegantly manicured fingers around the edges of her panties. With a quick pull she had shed the last of her garments and almost playfully tossed the underwear on top of the rest of the clothes pile. Varian felt his cheeks burn now and had to look away. He was no stranger to being intimate with beautiful women, but Jaina had never been this open with him before and he respected her enough that he couldn't help but feel awkward. "What's the matter, my king?" Jaina asked with genuine confusion. "You did say it was safe, didn't you? Did I make a mistake?" "N-no, of course not," Varian said, politely staring at his boots. "Go ahead and... unwind... as you require." Jaina nodded and her stance relaxed a bit. Her hands went up to her head, and Varian's glance once again drifted upward. He couldn't help it as his curiosity got the better of him. Jaina was still smiling warmly as her hands brushed through her long white-and-blonde hair, slowly gathering the mass of hair and sweeping it away from her neck to rest over her right shoulder. Then Jaina reached behind her neck and began fiddling with something, her brows creased in concentration. She seemed to accomplish her task with a small yelp of relief, and Varian felt a strangled gasp escape his dry lips. With a firm tug Jaina pulled at the skin of her neck, and suddenly her beautiful face crumpled. Her eye sockets went empty and her lips deformed as her face became loose and rubbery. The empty mask which had been the archmage of Dalaran's face fell forward across her chest to reveal a handsome young male face with a light shade of stubble and dirty blonde hair. Varian stood up from his chair so hastily it fell over behind him. The young man apparently didn't notice, and calmly continued working at the large open seam on the back of Jaina's skin. He kept tugging it open and Jaina's breasts deflated into saggy sacks as the male inside her skin continued opening it. A pair of muscular biceps emerged as Jaina's slender, creamy-skinned shoulders were peeled away, and soon the torso of lady Proudmoore was only an empty husk dangling across the crotch of the young man. As Varian stared, the blond man tugged Jaina's hips down and began peeling her legs off as if they were stockings. There was a dull *thunk* noise as Varian's codpiece suddenly bulged outwards an inch or two. "Finally, it's been so stuffy in there," the young man said as he pulled Jaina's feet off, shedding her skin completely. "I... I..." Varian stammered, unable to form a coherent thought or ignore the pressure in his groin. The man who stepped out of Jaina's empty husk was young, probably only in his early 20's, and fit. He was ruggedly handsome with slicked-back dirty blonde hair and blue eyes which were much darker than the unnatural pale shade of Jaina's pupils. He had a few scars on his lightly tanned skin, and his manhood was slowly growing erect after being released from being stuffed in behind Jaina's vagina. Casually humming a traditional Stormwind folk tune, the man turned to gently fold Jaina's skin up and place it on top her clothes, almost treating the skin with the sort of respect and care one would show while carrying a child. Varian couldn't help but stare at the man's pert buttocks and the king wondered fervently why his erection wouldn't go away. "J-Jaina? What is the meaning of this!" Varian finally managed, and the young man turned around to stare at the king in confusion. "What do you mean, my king? You did say that we could relax here, so I'm taking the opportunity to drop the disguise for a bit. I won't be relieved until tomorrow, so it's a rare opportunity to get out of the skin." The young man walked over to pour himself some brandy, giving Varian a whiff of a musky, masculine smell as he swept past the king. "B-but... Jaina... You... you're a man? What's going on?" The young man quirked an eyebrow at Varian after taking a quick sip from the glass. He turned back to give Varian a full view of his erect manhood. "My king, this act is amusing but somewhat unbecoming of you. Remember you are the king of Stormwind and I'm your humble servant in all things. There's no need to act coy." Varian felt like his head was spinning out of control so fast it might twist itself free of his neck. He pulled the chair upright and sank into it, trying to clear his mind. "I guess you're a bit shocked not to see the previous guy who played lady Proudmoore? I only got cleared for this assignment last month. It's been a great honor perpetuating the legend of one of the greatest heroes of the Alliance," the young man said, smiling proudly. "Seeing the awe and respect she inspires first-hand has been amazing. Not to mention the privilege of working so close with my king." "Previous... guy?" Varian asked feebly, putting the glass back on the table before he crushed it. "Quite a few of operatives have worn lady Proudmoore since the inception of the Jaina masquerade. I'm just the latest one. Thankfully the training is very exacting and the skinsuit itself comes with small enchantments to make her magical performances seem genuine." "Are you... are you saying Jaina has been a fake for months?" Varian asked, trying to get a handle on the situation. To his surprise and dismay, the young man stared at him silently for a few moments, then burst into laughter. "Oh very clever my king. Very funny. You really had me going there," he said between fits of chuckling. As Varian watched the young man finished his brandy and stretched a bit more before walking back to the large chest containing Jaina's belongings. Gently lifting the neatly folded pile containing Jaina's outfit and skinsuit to the side to rest on a chair, he crouched down and unlocked the chest with a few muttered arcane words and some gestures Varian couldn't make out. Soon he was rummaging around in it, pulling it various pieces of what looked like the uniform of a Stormwind guard. Varian felt like he needed to get some straight answers or he would go insane right there, and decided to try a different approach. "Ah yes, yes of course. Do humor me, though, tell me more about this masquerade plan?" the king asked, leaning back and wiping his sweaty palms on the armrests of the chair. "Oh, a test for the new guy? Of course," the young man said and smiled. "Back during the third war there was concern that the Alliance didn't have a young, vital, attractive magical representative to speak out in Kirin Tor matters. In secret, a conclave of Dalaran's mages created the first Jaina Proudmoore skinsuit, choosing a brave young man to wear it and assume the identity of the spunky apprentice to Antonidas. The plan worked better than ever expected, and Jaina Proudmoore became an Alliance figurehead. To maintain stability in the aftermath, it was decided that the persona of lady Proudmoore would be maintained, switching in operatives as needed so nobody would have to be stuck in her identity for too long. And believe me, after just three days inside her, I can't wait to go out, get drunk and get laid as myself." Varian felt the pressure of his groin grow. "Only the brightest and most qualified candidates are even considered for this role, with most who wash out getting a less important disguise to maintain instead. I started out with the Stormwind guard but I guess I distinguished myself enough working for the mages that they wanted me to become one of their agents," the young man said with a pleasant laughter. "And that's how I became lady Proudmoore for a weekend." "So Jaina... isn't real?" Varian asked, feeling a mixture of sadness and arousal after hearing the guardsman's story. "She's real to the people who see her and interact with her," the guardsman responded. "That's the important part." "And her... skin... this disguise... it's mostly worn by men?" "Usually, due to some kind of magical this-or-that which I don't understand. But come now my king, you knew all this already. Shall I just get dressed before my replacement arrives to take on Jaina's form? I do appreciate the brandy and the quick breather." Varian nodded. His eyes drifted over to the empty husk of Jaina, her creamy skin now just a folded pile on top of a chair. His manhood was uncontrollably erect, and he was sweating inside his armor. This whole revelation should have shocked him and horrified him, and instead he found himself thinking it was pretty pleasant. He suddenly realized that given what the young guardsman had told him, it seemed anyone could wear such a disguise and be transformed into someone else. Varian licked his dry lips. Meanwhile the young man had slipped into a pair of breeches which still displayed a large bulge in front. "My king? Something on your mind?" he asked. "Oh, I was just thinking. I wouldn't mind finding out more about these... suits. I've never been allows to see one up close, you see," he added to attempt to seem like he had really known about the whole affair. "Oh really? Well, it would be my pleasure to give my king a demonstration, if that's what he wants," the guardsman said with a bow. "I would love that!" Varian said, sounding just a little too urgent. The young man stepped back over to the chest, trying to stop himself from bursting into fits of very effeminate giggles. "He really believes it!" Jaina thought to herself. "He swallowed the whole story hook, line and sinker. And he seems to really like what he sees too. Layering this disguise under a replica of my own form was my best idea ever!" Still restraining his giggles and keeping a serious demeanor, the false guardsman opened the chest again, with Varian intently watching. "Please, do show me these odd disguises, guard," Varian said with a smile as he walked across the chamber. The blond, slightly disheveled human guard grinned. He had tricked Varian into thinking the archmage Jaina Proudmoore (whom Varian had had a crush on for some time) was in fact a bodysuit used by a succession of users, and every time he looked down at the empty Jaina bodysuit draped across the chair next to him he had to suppress a bout of laughter. He was Jaina, of course, who had put on the suit of the male guard and then he suit of herself over it to play a prank on the king, which had worked far beyond expectations. "Certainly, my king," the disguised Jaina said, snapping off a half- hearted salute. He quickly slipped into a set of simple briefs, grunting a bit as he stuffed his stiff member down into the utilitarian garment. Then he slipped on the outfit of an off-duty Stormwind guard: pants, boots, and a short-sleeved shirt. Feeling the expectant gaze of the king on his back, he stood aside and allowed the king to come up closer to the wooden chest resting on the luxurious carpet. Within was stored Jaina's personal effects for her temporary stay in Stormwind Keep, and naturally Jaina had carefully prepared the contents for her prank. Varian stepped up and gazed down into the open chest, and gasped. Within the sturdy, metal-bound chest bearing the seal of the Archmage of Dalaran lay a number of carefully folded piles of what seemed like empty skin. There were many different skin tones and skin colors on display, and from what little Varian could see of each all of them were as realistic as the Jaina-suit still draped over the chair to the side of him. His eyes flickered over to it and he felt his pulse quicken and his throat grow dry again. "Guard, why do you carry all these... disguises?" Varian queried to divert his train of thought. "Oh, it's simple my king," the disguised Jaina replied. "Since the identity of Jaina Proudmoore is shared between many different agents, we also need alternate disguises to sneak in and out of places when we go on leave. For example when I am relieved shortly I'll slip into one of these suits and leave the Keep for some R&R without any fear of being identified or associated with Jaina Proudmoore whatsoever." "But won't that raise suspicions?" Varian asked incredulously. "Of what?" the guard said with a chuckle. "Lady Proudmoore will still be here, just with a different person than me inside her. The only ones who know a switch has happened is my replacement... and you." Varian felt his head spin a little. It felt so fantastic to consider that the beautiful archmage whom he had known and fought beside for so long was little more than a disguise used by the Kirin Tor as a spokesperson, and yet somehow Varian still couldn't feel outraged at the idea but rather aroused by it. Shaking the thoughts of forbidden sexual pleasure again he reached down into the chest and carefully lifted one of the empty skins from its compartment within. Holding it by the shoulders the king allowed it to fall towards the floor and unfold itself. The skinsuit in his hands was that of a male night elf with a handsome face surrounded by a bush of dark blue hair. His empty body seemed to be shaped in such a way to indicate the night elf would be quite muscular when filled and a large, empty sheath the size of which made Varian blink danged between the floppy legs. Turning the suit over, Varian studied the long open seam running from the nape of the neck to the buttocks of the skin. The king shifted his grip and removed one of his gauntlets so he could run a finger inside the opening. The sensation was quite pleasant, both moist and warm. Suddenly Varian realized that was how it the inside of Jaina's skin must feel as well, and he swallowed hard. "Do you like it, my king?" the guard said, trying to suppress a girlish giggle. "It is the finest craftsmanship of the artificers of the Kirin Tor." Varian hung the suit over the lid of the chest and turned to the guard, a slight red flush visible even on his tanned skin. "It is... very nice. But tell me, how does such a simple object transform someone into the likeness of someone else?" "That part is far too complicated for me, sire. I know only that it involves a large number of alchemical and magical procedures and that the suits are quite hard to create. Only a few people on Azeroth know how to create one," the disguised Jaina said. (In fact, only I know how to create one, but there's no need to tell him that yet,) Jaina thought with amusement. Varian reached down into the chest again and lifted another skinsuit out. Finding it to be another rather average human male he didn't spend too much time studying it as for some reason it didn't seem to excite him that much. The disguised Jaina quietly noted this, an idea on how to continue the prank having formed in his mind. Varian continued to study the extra suits Jaina had brought, showing a little more interest for a brunette skinsuit of a wide-hipped human woman. The king turned the skin over in his hands several times, brushing his hands over the detailed anatomy of the suit. He shivered a bit as his fingertips brushed across the labial lips of the suit and he quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been shocked by the disguise. Turning, he saw the guard just smiling politely at him and gave a hoarse chuckle in response. "Does my king find the skinsuits to his liking?" the guard asked with just a hint of playfulness in his voice. "What? Oh. Uh, yes, they are very... well made," Varian said with a fake-sounding chuckle and quickly hung the empty suit of the woman on top of the other disguises the king had studied. Varian went through a couple more of the bodysuits, showing little interest in a male orc and a teenage human boy. When he picked up the suit of a female troll, however, the king was visibly affected, sweating and blushing as he turned the blue-skinned suit over in his hands. "Why don't you try one on, my king?" Jaina suggested helpfully. Varian almost jumped as he spun around, the troll girl hanging limply in his grip. "What?" he gasped. "Try one on? You seem fascinated by our disguises and I see no harm in letting the king of Stormwind test one out. After all, if I can't trust the leader of the Alliance, who can I trust?" Jaina said, trying to conceal just how amused he was at the situation. Varian turned the female troll suit over in his hands several times, his sweaty palms leaving slightly moist patches on the rich blue skin. Finally he forcefully tossed the troll girl skin across the lid of the chest with the rest. "I can't. It would be highly improper," he muttered, and just to have something else to busy his hands with reached down into the chest for the next skin. The king gasped as he pulled the next suit out of the chest, and like before there was a dull thud as something pushed hard against Varian's metal codpiece. A slender blood elf or high elf girl dangled in Varian's grasp, her beautiful face marred only by her empty eyeholes and saggy mouth. Her empty form had large, empty breast-sacks dangling from the chest and wide hips with a shock of dirty blonde hair falling down the back of the suit. Somehow the suit's proportions and facial features (despite being empty) suggested a promise of carnal pleasures to Varian, as if the bodysuit was that of an exotic dancer or prostitute. The king realized how ridiculous that sounded, but couldn't stop staring at and marveling at the disguise. It reminded him of the time when he traveled with the blood elf Valeera Sanguinar, and though the bodysuit didn't resemble Valeera at all that made Varian even more fascinated. He found himself wondering what it would be like to wear that creamy, very lightly tanned skin, to feel it clamp down on his own... "Try her on," said a voice in Varian's ear. The king spun around to find the guard standing behind him, smiling brightly. This close up the king could smell the pleasant masculine scent of the other man, and found his hands trembling slightly as he held the elf girl skin between them like a shield. "I... can't. There's no way I could-" "Of course there is. You seem to like her a lot, so why not try her on? I can promise you it's a wonderful sensation to be someone else, especially to the point where you can fool everyone. You thought I was really Jaina Proudmoore, didn't you?" Varian's face burned and the strain in his groin felt almost painful. He nodded. "That's how good the suits are. Aren't you curious?" "Y-yes," Varian stammered. "But it would be unbecoming. I am the king of Stormwind, leader of the Alliance. To dress up as a woman would be..." "Who would know?" Jaina said with a shrug, mentally cheering loudly as he felt the trap was closing around Varian. "You know my secret, and you're not going to go around talking about it to outsiders, are you?" "Of course not!" Varian replied. "That would be a breach of trust." "Well, neither would I tell anyone if my king wanted to ... sate... his curiosity by trying on a suit of his own," the disguised Jaina said calmly. Varian felt his resolve crumble. His heart was beating at the thought of trying on one of the suits, especially the forbidden temptation of a disguise as sexual as the one he was holding. He wondered what the change would feel like and suddenly the objections he had seemed immaterial. "Are you sure it's alright?" Varian asked, almost believing the whole situation was some kind of fever dream. "Of course, my king," the guard said with a smile. "Be my guest. But you may want to hurry before my replacement gets here." Varian nodded and walked over to the other side of the room, as far away from the window as he could. He picked out a spot next to the large, comfortable couch which stood against the opposite wall from Jaina's chest and began quickly undressing. He barely felt any kind of shame now, just excitement at the thought of what was going to happen. He discarded his heavy ceremonial armor piece by piece, laying them down on the floor so as not to strain the wooden framework of the couch unduly. The king then stripped off his clothes, revealing his muscular, scarred physique to the disguised Jaina. His deeply tanned skin and mass of dark brown hair gave him a very rugged look, and Jaina couldn't help but stare a bit. Turning away from the guard, Varian slipped off his briefs and let his erect manhood free. It was stiff with expectation and a drop of clear precum was already leaking from the tip. Varian picked up the bodysuit of the elf girl. At first the task of putting it on seemed impossible, as the suit was tiny compared to Varian's large frame. It seemed to contain about enough material for him to wrap it around his loins as a kilt, but Varian knew that the suits were magical and would change shape to conform to the wearer. After all, the handsome man who was watching him had a quite different body shape than Jaina Proudmoore. Varian experimentally parted the slit on the back of the suit and found it as warm and inviting as the other skinsuits he had examined. He turned his head to look back over his shoulder at the guard, who simply smiled and nodded at the king. Trembling a little with excitement, Varian stepped his right leg into the opening. The suit widened impossibly to accommodate his thick leg and it slid down into the empty bodysuit as if he were pulling on a pair of very tall stockings. The skinsuit caressed his leg as he pushed down into it, and soon he was wiggling his toes to get them into the much smaller ones of the disguise. Looking down at the result Varian frowned as the leg looked like his own with a different skin tone and painted toenails. Regardless, he decided to continue, repeating the process with his left leg. The bodysuit showed no signs of tearing or straining as he slid it on, it just opened wider to allow him entry. Tugging the hips of the suit up, Varian felt his manhood presenting a problem. The large, erect member was poking into the bodysuit when he tried to align it until he finally managed to position it against his taut stomach muscles and pulled the suit up over it to sandwich it between the false skin and his own body. Varian couldn't even see the vagina of the suit for the large bulge, but all he could do now was trust the magic of the suit to fix it. Pulling the small torso up a bit, Varian donned the thin arms of the suit like a pair of gloves, chuckling to himself at what seemed like his own hands tipped by red, pointed fingernails. The breast-sacks of the suit were stretched out across his chest and seemed almost totally flat, and Varian wondered if even the skin could have enough magic in it to make him look not ridiculous. He tugged the soft-skinned shoulders up over his own, and took the empty mask of the suit in his hands. Varian found himself staring into the empty mask as if it was a living thing, seeing glimpses of his suited body through the eye and mouth holes. Then he felt the stare of the guard on his back again, and decided to take the final step. He pulled the mask up over his own face, feeling the soft, caressing sensation as the creamy elf skin spread over his angular facial features. He struggled to align the dainty nose over his own, and tug the eyeholes somewhat into position, but he knew the fit was poor. The long hair of the suit tickled his skin through the slit on the back of the disguise, and Varian knew there was just one thing left to do. Reaching down to the buttocks of the suit, his fumbling fingers found the small, hard catch at the end of the seam and he began tugging it upwards. After what seemed like an eternity, he managed to pull the seam shut all the way up to his neck, gasping for breath as the skin closed in all around him. "Go on, finish it," he heard the encouraging voice of the guard though it was indistinct and fuzzy through the material of the suit. Varian pulled the seam shut at the nape of his neck, just under the hairline. The change was like a shivering ripple spreading through his body. Starting at feet and rushing upwards like a wave, the suit clamped down on Varian's body even tighter. He felt his body realign and change under the pressure as his feet and legs became more slender and his hips expanded a bit. He felt his waist narrow and his torso shrink substantially with the large bulge beneath the bodysuit melting and vanishing into a flat, feminine tummy. The empty, floppy sacks on his chest filled out and became plump and soft. He felt the change make his shoulders slender as it raced down his arms, finally changing his large, meaty hands into dainty ones. Finally the change rushed up Varian's neck and over his face. Any trace of an Adam's apple vanished from the slender, elegant neck as the king's facial features realigned to conform to the suit. Finally Varian felt the sensation of the thick, lustrous blonde hair of the suit rooted itself into his head. Breathing heavily after the change he realized that it didn't feel like he was wearing a thin layer of false skin on top of his own. He felt the thick red carpet tickle the soles of his feet and the feeling of his own hot breath on his chest. "Amazing. Simply amazing!" he heard a voice said. "Now let's get a better look at you!" Varian felt the presence of the guard behind him and gasped as he realized the guard was now bigger than he was. With a gentle touch the other man led Varian over to the mirror set on the wall close to one of the bookshelves, and when the king saw his reflection he almost fainted. A beautiful young blood elf girl stared back at him, with no trace or hint of Varian Wrynn in her lovely features. Her soft breasts heaved up and down with her breathing and her skin was slightly rosy from excitement. Her lustrous green eyes sparkled in the sunlight of the room and her pert nose and red lips seemed alluring and exotic. The dainty hands of the blood elf gently touched her breasts and then quickly traced across her belly, finding no sign of the unsightly bulge that had been there before. She accidentally brushed the edge of her labial lips and blushed even more, withdrawing her hands. And then it sank in for Varian that he was this girl. He had become she. "I... I can't believe it," she said in a breathy voice which seemed to drip with sensual pleasure. "This is really me?" Beneath the disguise of the guard, Jaina was trying very hard not to burst out into laughter or start cheering. Varian's fascination with the skinsuits had been an unexpected, but not unwanted bonus to her little prank. The knowledge that the king of Stormwind had willingly donned one was far better than Jaina could ever have expected. "Of course it is. Such a lovely sin'dorei beauty you are as well," the guard said, politely turning away as the girl brushed her lower lips. "Although I may suggest perhaps getting dressed? It is a bit daring to walk around Stormwind Keep naked, especially for a Horde female." The blood elf seemed too enticed by her reflection to fully register the guard's words as she spun around in front of the mirror, examining every inch of the lithe body. She hefted her breasts in her hands, felt the firmness of her buttocks and checked her back for any revealing traces of the seam. She playfully blew kisses at herself in the mirror and even performed a few dance moves before the guard came back from a quick jaunt to Jaina's chest. He handed the elf girl a bundle of clothes which she accepted without question. With a final, almost remorseful glance at her beautiful body in the mirror, she got dressed. She slipped into a tight red and black swimsuit-like garment which came with a pair of thigh-high boots held in place by strap and a pair of similar gloves. The whole outfit featured exquisite gold embroidery and was completed by a pair of elegant shoulder pads. Jaina was highly amused to discover the elf girl had decided not to put on the underwear he had provided which gave the high cut bodysuit a more daring appearance. "It suits you very well my dear," he said as he studied the disguised king. "Almost like you were made to wear that outfit." The elf girl giggled at the implication, and took a good look at herself in the mirror. "I do look good, don't I?" she said, smiling. "I feel so vital and perky, like I could do anything, go anywhere..." "Would you really leave me after we went through so much trouble to meet here?" Jaina said, deciding now was the best time to implement the next step of his prank. The elf girl turned to him with a confused expression. "Sorry, what did you say, guard?" "Oh you can drop the act now, my love. We are alone here, and with all the complicated plotting we had to go through to meet like this I think it's time we reaped the rewards." "Plotting, w-" the elf girl began, but was silenced by the guard wagging his finger and giving her a meaningful wink. "I mean, you putting on the bodysuit of a human man and pretending to be one just to get into Stormwind? Very daring," he said with a meaningful smile. Suddenly realization dawned on the disguised Varian's face. She felt her cheeks heat up as the idea the guard had given sank in. She wasn't the king at all, she was a blood elf hussy who had so longed to be with her man that she had infiltrated the Alliance capital. Yes, she liked this. She liked this a lot. "My love," the elf girl said, her whole posture relaxing into a feminine one as she focused on playing the part. "I've wanted to be with you for so long since our last meeting!" The elf rushed at him, and soon they were embracing and kissing, Jaina feeling the blood elf's soft breasts squeezed between them. He returned the kiss passionately and his hand roamed down to gently feel her well- shaped rump. "I've missed you too, beloved," he whispered in her ear. "Seeing you again is like seeing the sun after a long night. You are more beautiful than Alexstrasza herself." The elf girl blushed and planted another kiss on the guard's lips, finding herself loving the slight rasp of his stubble on her cheek. Varian was enjoying this masquerade more than she possibly could have expected, and found herself loving every sensation of being this slender beauty. "Flatterer," she whispered. "But flattery will get you everywhere." They embraced again, the nipples of the elf girl prodding through her top and into the guard's chest. Jaina felt giddy at just how perfectly the prank had developed, and was starting to realize that he was going to have sex with the king of Stormwind, albeit in a way neither of them had ever suspected. He chuckled and ran his hand through her long blonde hair, planting a kiss on her forehead. "Beloved, I don't want to sound rash, but we don't have much time. Perhaps, if you wanted to we could..." He let the sentence trail off to see if Varian took the bait. The elf seemed momentarily conflicted, but soon her face broke into a happy smile and she kissed him again. "Of course. I want nothing more than to seize this moment!" she said with a giggle. The disguised Jaina began running his strong male hands over her beautiful body, prodding and teasing her. He kissed her nipple through the fabric of her bodyhugging suit, causing her to giggle and begin loosening and opening his shirt. His taut muscles seemed to make the girl even more excited, and she traced invisible patterns across his tanned flesh with one thin finger, then retracted it and sucked on it sensuously. The guard laughed and pulled her close, letting her feel the pressure in his pants against her thigh as he flipped Jaina's chest closed and lifted her up to sit on it. She instinctively spread her legs wide, and the disguised Jaina couldn't help but wonder at how quickly Varian had adapted to his new form. Their lips met again as he pulled her closer to his body so she could wrap her shapely thighs around his waist. "My love, this is everything I had hoped for and more, I cannot wait to-" the guard began before the loud crack of a door slamming open startled him and made him almost fall over. Standing in the doorway into the room was another Stormwind guardsman in full armor, with his helmet held under his arm. He had a rough but attractive face with slicked-back black hair and dark eyes which were currently bulging out of their sockets at the sight in front of him. The guardsman was frozen in the doorway with one hand pushing the door open, apparently lost for words at the sight of the blood elf beauty and man in the casual clothes of a fellow guardsman intimately close in the chamber. "What in the..." the newcomer sputtered. "You know the regulations on bringing lovers into the Keep! And into the king's personal chambers too? You have some balls, son!" The disguised Jaina felt the knot of panic in his stomach explode. The one thing he hadn't counted on in his prank plans was another guard actually showing up. If only he had remembered to ask Varian to lock the door again after the delivery of Jaina's chest of belongings earlier! "Sorry Varian, got to go! Fun while it lasted!" he spurted, and then with a flicker of arcane energy Jaina teleported away. The blood elf girl was left sitting on top of the chest with her legs spread wide, a tinge of arousal still on her skin. Her large green eyes blinked as she processed what had just happened. The guard had teleported out and in the brief instant before he vanished Varian had seen the shimmering outline of the towers of Dalaran through the portal. Suddenly the disguised king's mind was racing at the speed of light. It didn't take her long to realize just how many holes there were in the story the guard had given her which she had missed due to her state of arousal at the idea. Jaina had a father who had been instrumental to Alliance politics, and there were people who had known her since childhood. The guard having suddenly displayed magical powers and teleporting to Dalaran suddenly made the story entirely ridiculous, and Varian mentally kicked himself for not seeing through it later. "Damn you Proudmoore!" she shouted at the air. "Huh. I guess that didn't go as expected?" the guardsman said as he closed the door behind him. "Are you alright, king Varian?" "I am fine, just annoyed that that archmage vixen managed to-" Varian began before realizing something. "Wait, hold on a moment. How did you know who I was?" The guardsman grinned and nodded over towards the floor where Varian's armor was laid out. "That and I accidentally caught a glimpse of you earlier. I knew Jaina was planning something, and I decided to step in before her little prank went too far," he said with a smile. "You knew? How could you know? I have never seen you before," the blood elf said, crossing her legs. The guard broke into laughter. Before the elf girl's stunned eyes he reached up to his neck and pulled at something, and suddenly his masculine features sagged and emptied. A beautiful elf girl with platinum blonde hair and radiant blue eyes tugged the male mask off her head and let it flop down across the Stormwind breastplate. "Oh let's just say I know lady Proudmoore rather well," said Vereesa Windrunner. "Lady Windrunner? Vereesa?" the blood elf girl who was actually king Varian Wrynn gasped. Blushing fiercely, she closed her legs and covered her still-erect nipples with her arms, but of course the ranger had already gotten a good look at what was going on while Varian had been making out with the disguised Jaina. Vereesa made sure the door was fully closed behind her. She looked distinctly odd, her elegant feminine features resting atop the broad, masculine shoulders of her Stormwind Guard disguise. Vereesa had always seemed like a picture of feminine beauty to Varian, so seeing her so comfortable in a male disguise was surprising. "Indeed, king Varian. I have known about lady Proudmoore's experiments with these bodysuits for some time now, and even helped her test some of them. As I said, I knew there was trouble when Jaina offhandedly mentioned she was packing most of them for her visit to the strategy meeting here." Varian blushed and stood up, trying to present a respectable appearance. Despite the lithe, small frame of the blood elf girl which the king was presently wearing, she managed to at least look slightly dignified. "Then I am in your debt, general Windrunner. Without your timely intervention, Jaina would probably have gotten a lot further." "And that would of course have been terrible," Vereesa said with a smirk. "I'm sure I have no idea what you mean," the blood elf squealed, wishing that the heat in her loins, chest and face would die down. "I'm sure you don't," Vereesa replied, walking over to the chest which Jaina had left behind upon her quick exeunt. Vereesa knelt down and opened the chest, studying the contents. Varian snuck up behind her and peered down as well, now curious about what Jaina had brought. The chest was filled almost to the brim with folded- up skinsuits of the type Varian had seen earlier. The contents had been neatly folded up and sorted before, but Jaina and Varian had rummaged around enough earlier that the suits were in a disorderly jumble. Varian realized that she had only probed the very surface of the thick layer of suits when she had been allowed to examine the chest and eagerly lifted the suits she had already seen aside to get to the lower layers. "I can't believe she got you into the barfly suit," Vereesa said to Varian's side. "The what?" the blood elf said while shuffling past a non-descript human male suit. "That disguise you're wearing. Jaina designed it to go to some Horde bar anonymously and she really went all out on it." "I have no idea what you mean," Varian said, blushing even more. Vereesa just chuckled and Varian tried to distract herself from the implications concerning her suit by examining the other disguises with greater fervor. Jaina had definitely prepared for everything, stocking her chest with examples of most of the Horde and Alliance races. She lifted a tall, blue-skinned troll female aside to discover the massive, floppy bulk of a tauren male bodysuit with a large, empty manhood. Varian tried not to look at it or touch it as she continued looking. Then she gasped. "Jaina, you're kinkier than I thought!" Varian lifted up a griffon bodysuit, complete with large feathered wings and lion-like hindquarters. Like the other suits it was fully anatomically correct with a long seam going down the back for someone to enter. It seemed the bottom layer of the chest had a number of non- humanoid or monstrous suits, as Varian then lifted out a small murloc costume which seemed too tiny for anyone but a gnome. Varian counted over two dozen suits in the chest of which several were of a strange nature which puzzled the king as to Jaina's intentions. She held up a large, black-furred riding wolf skin, and Vereesa just shrugged. "Who would suspect a wolf stabled outside an inn to be an archmage?" the high elf ventured. "But what does she intend to do with all of these?" Varian asked, her head still spinning. "Who knows, my king. Jaina has been a bit... obsessive... about finding out what the Horde are planning for some time, and I believe the research into these skinsuits began with that notion. I did quickly notice that lady Proudmoore seemed to quite enjoy the act of disguising herself however, so I believe it went from a plan against the Horde into a recreational hobby. And I do agree, there is something... interesting about putting on someone else's skin and being them for a while." Varian nodded, suddenly aware of the weight of her breasts on her chest. She hadn't changed out of the suit! Why hadn't that been her first action after Jaina left? The archmage had tricked her into this little minx of a blood elf, and it was both undignified and unsuitable for the king of Stormwind... ...and still... Varian quickly put the suits back into the chest, closed it and stood up. "I believe I shall have to confiscate this chest and its contents for now. It is unfortunate that lady Proudmoore saw it necessary to deceive me like that, and I believe keeping these suits for a little will only do her good." "She'll be upset, you know," Vereesa said as Varian walked over to where she had deposited her clothes before changing. "Good," the blood elf said with a grin and began stripping out of her clothes. "Could you give me some privacy... guard?" she added. Vereesa quirked an eyebrow at the playful comment at the end, but dutifully turned around. Suddenly she felt a twinge of playfulness herself. Why not use this suit, now that she had it? She had only wanted to scare Jaina at first, but now that she was already all dressed up, she might as well enjoy it. With a quick tug, Vereesa pulled up the handsome features of the guard suit over her own and closed the zip, feeling a rush of excitement as something stiffened inside her pants. Then she was a male again, the suit now fully real. "You know milady, usually there is a reward for rescuing a damsel from a scoundrel like that," Vereesa said in the guards calm male voice. Varian, who had stripped down to where she was only wearing the thigh- high crimson boots turned around with surprise at the male voice, but only saw the back of the guard dutifully turned. She quickly realized that Vereesa had put the mask back on, and was momentarily confused about what the high elf intended. Then she felt a tickle of excitement rise within her, the same dangerous little voice that had made the king of Stormwind wear this skin in the first place. This was a game, and a much more fair one than the one Jaina had played with her earlier. "A reward? Such as what?" she inquired, her voice slipping into a soft, sultry tone. "Surely you don't mean anything untoward, sir." "Of course not," Vereesa responded with a chuckle. "It is too early to ask for your hand in marriage. But perhaps some dinner, some dancing, that kind of thing." Varian blinked. She had just intended to strip out of the suit and seal it within the chest with the rest of Jaina's disguises, but now the temptation to keep it and wear it again was surging within her. She found her lips dry as she tried in vain to silence the voice inside her which urged her to indulge herself and just do it. How often was it that Varian could just kick back and relax, and have fun? Not nearly often enough. And the temptation to do that while in a disguise which nobody could penetrate was very strong. Suddenly Varian knew exactly why Jaina had grown so fond of these suits. "I don't see a reason why not," the blood elf responded. "Perhaps in a more secluded place than Stormwind, however." "Of course. Perhaps Booty Bay would be a suitable location, or another more neutral town," Vereesa responded. "That would be acceptable," the blood elf said, feeling her heart beat faster. "I... um... mayhap we should say in a week's time? We could meet somewhere outside Stormwind, Westfall perhaps..." "In a week's time, in Westfall. The bridge that leads to Elwynn forest?" "Aye." "Aye." The awkward silence was finally broken when Varian forced her hands to move again, shedding her last pieces of blood elf garment. "Until then... my lord," she said, and reached up to her neck to undo the seam. *** The following week proved to be an interesting one for both the king and the ranger-general. Vereesa had suggested that the two of them focus on creating a cover story for their disguises for their trip so that they wouldn't be flustered and give themselves away at the most casual inspection. Varian had agreed that this would be a prudent idea, and they had both left filled with ideas about what their new alter ego would be like. The idea of a cover story had quickly changed into constructing a whole new identity for their skins as both king and elf became engrossed with the idea of simply slipping into someone else's life for a while. Varian found himself thinking of the blood elf girl's supple curves covering his body even while doing his royal duties, and often had to force himself out of the daydream and remind himself that the suit was safely hidden in his private quarters. Vereesa began to fantasize about what it would be like to be a non-descript human male for an extended period of time instead of the awe-inspiring elven beauty she was normally, and it appealed to her as well. She imagined walking among the guards of Stormwind Keep or the streets of the city without anyone batting an eyelid and only Vereesa knowing what lurked beneath to simple features of the human male. Vereesa settled on the name Theobald, usually shortened to Theo, for her role and decided that he would be a farmer's son from Westfall who came to Stormwind to do his duty by joining the army. She decided that Theo would not be the heroic type, being only a junior guard who had not seen much military action yet. A high profile would only make people scrutinize the young man closer, she decided. Theo would be capable with weapons and armor but not exceedingly so, and Vereesa practiced a little in private on how to intentionally alter her fighting style to be less of a whirlwind of deadly steel and more of a calm, methodical defensive technique. The bow or crossbow would be a good final measure, Vereesa determined, as she could always use her superior archery skills in a pinch. Hopefully that wouldn't be necessary. At times Vereesa remembered the sweet scent of the blood elf's skin and hair and found her heart skipping a little. Varian had much less interest in deciding on a name and a background for his blood elf identity. His daydreams were a lot more lurid, bordering on erotic. He found himself imagining being in the blood elf girl's identity instead of his own, sitting on the throne in her skin and issuing orders and commands in her soft, sensual voice. He imagined crossing her soft thighs under the meeting table and had to suppress an embarrassed blush. Where Vereesa was fairly good at concealing her daydreams, Varian was less subtle, and some of his advisors and friends wondered if the king had taken ill. As the week progressed, Varian did realize he needed to work on that cover story, and at first he thought that his blood elf would be an outcast, like Valeera Sanguinar. Only near the end of the week did another idea, a much naughtier one, appear in his mind. Varian found the idea that his blood elf was a Horde loyalist, dating a human guard despite her strong ties to Silvermoon, to be deeply arousing. The idea of the king of Stormwind taking on that kind of role made his pants feel much too tight and he had to stop indulging in that daydream in public. A less pleasant distraction was Jaina. Vereesa found that Jaina didn't really talk much about the incident at all, apparently unaware that her ally had been the second guard who disrupted Jaina's playtime. Varian, however, had to endure one of Jaina's scoldings when he explained that he was keeping her chest of disguises for now. Varian remained adamant that this was the right thing to do after the deceitful way Jaina had used the suits against Varian, and insisted they should be studied for possible military applications for the Alliance. The half-truth seemed to placate Jaina, or at the very least make her realize that Varian would not change his mind in the matter. With a shrug she agreed to Varian's demands but requested that he return the suits at the nearest possible convenience. Neither of them mentioned the masking debacle they had engaged in, and Jaina departed back to Dalaran empty-handed. As the week neared its end, Vereesa and Varian had made all the appropriate arrangements for their quick meeting. They had left instructions on what to do in their absence, each claiming to be going to a different place so that it wouldn't be obvious they were seeing each other. Vereesa gathered some traveling supplies while Varian attempted to find some more clothes for his blood elf disguise. This proved trickier for the king than for Vereesa since there were fewer tailors in Stormwind catering to blood elf or high elf females than there were who could offer simple clothes for an average-sized human male. To add to this, the king couldn't show up in the skinsuit and couldn't reveal who he was buying clothes for. In the end he just borrowed some clothes from one of the servant's quarters in the Keep, hoping they would fit. The blood elf couldn't wear her striking red and gold outfit all the time, after all, especially when traveling with a low profile. And then, faster than either of them could believe, the week of waiting and preparation was over. *** "You're sure we weren't followed?" Varian whispered as the two of them crouched down behind one of the massive oak trees growing on the riverbank between Elwynn forest and the farmlands of Westfall. "Positive. Shall we?" Vereesa hissed back. "I'll take that bush," Varian said with a nod and slid off. They were both wearing as non-descript clothing as they could, with Vereesa wearing a cloak with a hood to conceal her elven features. Varian had fortunately not met many travelers on his journey from the Keep, and by keeping his head down had managed to avoid being recognized by any of them. Vereesa had probably just darted there like a shadow between the trees, the king thought to himself. Placing his traveling pack on the ground and opening it to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of folded flesh-colored fabric, Varian began stripping out of his crude peasant outfit. Over behind the tree, Vereesa was already nude. She pulled the dark- haired human skin out of her silver-embroidered pack with a gasp, eyeing the empty features hungrily. Peeling the seam on the back open, the high elf shivered at the warm, moist feeling of the suit's insides. Then, wasting no more time and eager to experience the suiting again, she plunged her slender leg into the suit. The thick leg of the human male was sack-like around her, and she had to wiggle her toes to align them inside the foot of the disguise. Vereesa slid her other leg into the suit and tugged it up over her hips, feeling the weight of the empty manhood on the front of the suit. She wanted to finish the suiting as fast as she could now, and not just because it would be very compromising for the ranger-general of the Silver Covenant to be discovered naked and halfway into a male human suit. Pulling the arms on like gloves, Vereesa felt the exciting sensation of the thicker, cruder fingers over her own. She carefully folded her long white hair into the seam of the suit, pushing it down to rest flat on her back. With some effort she began tugging the seam of the suit upwards from the firm buttocks of the human male up over his broad back. Vereesa closed her eyes as she reached up to the empty mask that was sagging over her chest and lifted it to plunge her face deep into its warm, welcoming depth. As she continued pulling the seam up she felt the broad chest of the human suit squeeze her breasts tightly between her body and the skinsuit and she gasped from the pressure. Pulling the seam carefully up over her silky hair which was now somewhat slick with sweat against her fair- skinned back, she closed the disguise up just under the dark hair at the nape of the human's neck. With a shiver, Vereesa felt the suit stick to her body tightly, stretching and altering her to fill out the disguise. As the last slip of Vereesa's pale skin vanished and the seam closed, the manhood on the front of the suit filled out and became firm, rising in the warm morning air. Vereesa felt a rush as she was suddenly breathing through the suit's nostrils and mouth, and she now felt the sun on the skin directly. Theo flexed his muscles as he studied his body in the sunlight, and a wide grin spread across his face. "Feels good to be back," he muttered to himself as he leaned down to search the pack for his clothes. *** Theo waited leaning against the oak tree and enjoyed the sounds of the birds singing and the water trickling over the flat rocks of the stream. While not as sharp as his senses were when he was in his natural high elf form, he could still enjoy the beautiful morning. Now he just wondered where- "Oh, there you are, milord!" Theo turned to see the blood elf girl walk out of the forest, dressed in a simple traveling dress which seemed slightly the wrong size for her. She beamed at him and Theo could feel his heart skip a beat. The fact that this was the king of Stormwind was almost impossible to reconcile with the appearance and mannerisms of the elf. "Here I am. Shall we get going?" Theo said, trying to keep the tightness in his pants under control. She sauntered up to him and pressed herself tightly against his body. He could feel her hard nipples poking through the material of her dress and found himself lost in her verdant green eyes. "What, no more of a greeting than that?" she said with a sullen tone. Theo didn't know what possessed him to do it, but suddenly he was leaning in and kissing the elf girl deeply and passionately. She reciprocated playfully, letting her tongue worm its way in between his lips. "Now we can go," she whispered to him, and he couldn't help but laugh. Together, the couple set off down the road.