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Made to Order
By: Lyrissa
The gentle breeze rustled the petals from a nearby cherry tree and sent
little pink specks whirling through the air and onto the road. Jakkin
Bloodsong afforded himself a faint smile as he looked up into the blue
sky above the forest. He felt strangely at ease in the wilds of Pandaria,
so far from his native Quel'thalas and yet so similar. The plants and
animals were different, but this exotic land had the same majestic beauty
the Eversong Woods radiated. His rented horse continued up the road,
following the precise directions that the blood elf had been given as the
warm breeze rustled his lengthy golden hair. His features were very
handsome and his body had the typical lean and graceful build of his
sin'dorei kin. Jakkin's vibrant purple and golden robes made him stand
out against the Pandaria forest like a wind-tossed exotic bird, but so
far none had dared to bother the brooding elf as he made his way deeper
into the Jade Forest.
The so the blood elf crested the gentle hill with his muscles aching a
little after the long journey and finally laid his eyes on his
destination. The building was a solid three-story pandaren structure
with a roof covered in dull sea-green tiles and waterspouts in the shape
of dragon heads gazing down from the sloped gables. Like many other
Pandaren houses that Jakkin had seen, the building was painted in
terracotta red and dull gold, making it stand out from the nearby hills
and the forest surrounding the road. As he gazed up, a colourful bird
chirped and took flight from the edge of a water barrel. The building had
a small square outhouse which Jakkin now recognized as a food storage
shed, and between the main building, the shed and the road was a large
square of stamped dirt with some hitching posts and a water trough for
mounts. Clearly the place saw quite a few visitors.
"Hello there mister, may I help you?"
Jakkin spun his head at the voice coming from behind him, his long-
twitchy senses always ready for ambush and betrayal. Instead of some
assassin he saw a pandaren youngster, probably no more than eleven or
twelve winters old. He was dressed in a simple set of dark blue
embroidered pants and a sleeveless shirt, and his black and white face
shone with curiosity as he studied the mounted elf.
"Ah. Yes you can in fact," said Jakkin, feigning a smile. "I am here to a
craftswoman by the name of lady Whitewater. Is this her workshop?" The
elf hoped that his nervousness over the errand wasn't showing in his
expression.
The child grinned. "Mistress Yue? Sure this is her place. You're here for
business then, mister...?"
"Emberstrider. Magus Soril Emberstrider," Jakkin said smoothly, knowing
the often repeated fake name as well as his true one. "Could you help me
with my horse and show me to your mistress?"
"Sure thing!" the pandaren said with a beaming smile, and as Jakkin
slipped off his mount the child took the reins, patting the horse on the
forehead and leading it over to a post. "Not too many customers around
this month, so you're in luck. You're from across the sea, huh? Have you
seen a lot of distant lands? Any scary monsters?"
Jakkin wasn't very used to or fond of children. By nature, his chosen
path in life took him far away from the innocent if only for their
protection. He felt the old pain as a twinge in his stomach, and pinched
his eyes closed to make sure his personal illusion was not faltering. The
pandaren boy finished hitching Jakkin's horse in the meantime, and the
tired animal was already drinking from a large trough filled with
sparkling spring water. The blood elf followed the child into the
building through the odd circular front door, trying very hard not to
chuckle at the pandaren's apparently bottomless curiosity. The blood elf
suddenly found himself on the second floor of the building, having been
lulled into idle daydreams by his tiredness and the endless background
noise of the boy talking at nobody in particular. They were standing in
front of a large, heavy set of wooden doors from which a thin scent of
herbs and alchemical substances emanated. A wizard's workshop, no doubt,
Jakkin thought.
"-and that's when the saurok just turned and scurried off into the
shadows. Scary, huh? Magus Emberstrider?"
Jakkin blinked and cleared his throat. "Oh yes, very terrifying. But I'm
sure a resourceful lad such as yourself would have thought of a way out
even if you had been spotted." He offered another smile, a little more
sincere this time.
"You bet! Anyway here we are. Mistress Yue is working right now, and said
she didn't want to be disturbed except by customers. But I guess you are
one, so it's okay! Go on in, I need to get down and take care of the
laundry. Bye for now!"
And before Jakkin could say anything else the pandaren lad scurried down
the hallway back towards the stairs leading down. The elf shrugged and
rapped sharply on the door three times. For what felt like an eternity
nothing happened, and the elf thought that he might have been sent on a
fool's errand. Then a voice spoke from inside.
"Who is it? Ito, I told you I didn't want to be disturbed!"
"I am... a customer, lady Whitewater. I've travelled all the way from
the Eastern Kingdoms to visit you-"
"Okay, but can it wait until tomorrow? I'm doing some very... uh... very
sensitive research here and well..." said the voice.
"I was recommended to come here by someone who claims to know you very
well," Jakkin said, thrusting his hand into the pocket of his robe and
withdrawing a carefully folded and sealed note. "A draenei by the name of
Bookkeeper."
There was silence for a few moments, and then one of the doors creaked
open. Standing in the doorway was a pandaren woman with a bright smile on
her face and a slightly dishevelled appearance. She was a red pandaren,
with her curvaceous body covered in short brick-red fur with a lighter
tone on her stomach and neck. Her hair was folded up in a complex bun
with a pair of bangs on the side of her face and held in place by a very
ornate hairpin and she wore a heavy leather apron which had countless
chemical stains and burn marks. She was taller than he was and a lot
wider, her body moving with a hint of muscles beneath her skin.
"Why didn't you say so? Come on in! Come on in! Any friend of Bookie is a
friend of mine!"
Jakkin followed the woman into a very large room filled with countless
shelves, cupboards and dominated by a series of large metal vats along
one of the walls and with a huge workbench in the centre. Almost every
inch of space was occupied by a bottle, beaker or jar containing some
substance or other, and the elf just blinked at some of the labels his
eyes casually flitted over. The room smelled like a chemical storage and
seemed like it would be more at home in a gnomish home or blood elf
alchemist's dwelling than a pandaren house. While he studied the
surroundings, the pandaren shuffled a pair of brass frames (they reminded
Jakkin vaguely of the sort of frame a tailor would hang clothes from)
aside and set out a pair of sturdy wooden chairs. As she hurried off to
fetch something else, the elf was somewhat surprised to see that she
didn't seem to wear an awful lot more under that apron. Jakkin decided
not to ask and instead sat down and stretched his legs out.
"It's been ages since Bookie recommended someone personally," the
pandaren said as she returned, carrying a large keg and a pair of
sizeable tankards. She set the barrel down and carefully filled each cup
with frothing liquid, handed one to Jakkin and then plopped down in the
other chair. "What brings you all the way out here, mister....?"
"Emberstrider. Magus Emberstrider," Jakkin said, taking his tankard and
sniffing the liquid a little. The potent smells rising from the brew made
him think of dwarven ale and the elf cautiously took a sip. "I was told
by our mutual friend you could help me with a little... problem I have.
You see, he told me you know how to make certain... forms of magical
disguise. And I would like to buy one from you."
The pandaren regarded him over the edge of her tankard, having already
swigged half of her ale while Jakkin was talking. Wiping the white foam
from her lips with the back of her hand, she regarded the elf curiously,
then held out her hand, palm up. Guessing her intent, Jakkin handed over
the folded note from Bookkeeper, which the woman quickly opened and
started reading. The elf felt strangely nervous once more, suddenly
wondering if this was all a carefully planned prank on his behalf. Maybe
Bookkeeper, who had a distinct sense of humor, had set him up and made
him travel all this way for nothing. Then the pandaren chuckled and
tossed the note onto the workbench behind her.
"You're in luck, mister Bloodsong. Don't look so surprised, Bookie
mentioned your real name in there. And your illusion. Quite well crafted,
I must say, I wouldn't even have suspected otherwise. So you want a
disguise for yourself, huh? A version of yourself without the...
unpleasant side effects of your past?"
"I take it you are mistress Whitewater, then?" Jakkin said, strangely
relieved that he wouldn't need to maintain his false name around the
pandaren woman.
"I am Yue Whitewater, yes," she said. "Just call me Yue, though. I can't
stand to be all formal with a customer, especially not a friend of a
friend."
"Call me Jakkin," the blood elf said, taking another sip from the potent
brew. "Can you help me?"
Yue considered for a few moments, studying Jakkin from head to toe. The
elf realized he had no idea how old the pandaren might be. She had the
tone and presence of a venerable elder, but her body was youthful and her
body language sprightly. "Of course I can. But it is going to involve two
sacrifices on your part, Jakkin."
Yue rose and put the tankard aside, rubbing her furry chin with her
sharp-nailed fingers. Jakkin suddenly felt a familiar unease deep inside
him. He had been asked to sacrifice things before, and he was now less
than whole as a result. His expression darkened and he felt like there
was suddenly a pall hanging over the sun-illuminated workroom.
"If you're asking for my soul, it is long since spoken for," he said with
a scoff.
As Jakkin stared down at the floorboards, he heard a chuckle, then
laughter. Yue giggled uncontrollably as she walked over to pat his
shoulder. "My dear boy, nothing like that. I am a purveyor of simple
physical objects, magical knick-knacks and fashionable outfits. I have no
need or interest in metaphysical bargains."
The elf looked back up into Yue's smiling face and felt nervousness drain
from him again.
"No, the two sacrifices I mentioned are basic but necessary for the
creation of the disguise you want. First, you will need to drop your
illusion and let me see your true form. While your... deformities... will
not be an issue for the working of the disguise, I need to accurately
gauge what sort of changes we're talking about."
Jakkin nodded and rose to his feet. "I can do that without a problem.
Bookkeeper trusts you and thus so do I."
"Second, I need to draw a little blood from you. Only a small vial's
worth, don't worry. It's necessary for the final transmutation of the
object. In situations like this where you wish for a disguise based
directly on yourself it is the best way to ensure a good likeness."
"Oh. Yes. About that," Jakkin said. "There are some... differences which
I would like to see."
Yue nodded. "The note mentions that you would like a female version, is
that correct? With none of the physical alterations you currently suffer
from?"
Jakkin nodded. "That's what I want, yes. Is that an issue?"
"Not at all," Yue said, walking around her workbench to pick up a couple
of vials. "I've done much more complicated stuff, dear. I could make a
disguise that would turn you into a gnome, or a tauren. Or a murloc!"
The blood elf blanched. "No thank you. Just a female version of me, if
you would." The pandaren nodded with a mischievous grin. "Would you like
to see my... true form right now?"
"That would be convenient, yes. It's been slow around here lately and
this is a nice big challenge to sink my teeth into! Don't be shy, Jakkin.
I've seen worse, I can assure you, and your secret is totally safe with
me."
Jakkin felt somewhat uneasy by what he was about to do, but he also had a
feeling that Yue was as reliable as Bookkeeper had promised. He stood in
the centre of the workroom and spread his arms wide, his gold-and-red
sleeves fluttering a little from the motion. Feeling strangely calm, he
spoke the arcane words which controlled his illusionary disguise,
dispelling the mirage surrounding him as easily as he might blow out a
candle. Suddenly his form was quite different, with a pair of long curved
horns erupting from his fair-skinned forehead and the gentle green glow
of his eyes was suddenly the vile green of fel magic. His fair golden
hair was now a pale chartreuse in color with a pair of large, black-
pinioned wings erupted from his shoulders that rustled in the warm air.
Yue gasped, but did not shrink back from his altered appearance. Instead
she walked in closer and began studying the true body of the elf as
scientifically as one would examine a beautiful beetle.
"Yes, I can see why you see it necessary to walk around with illusions
all the time," she mumbled as she motioned for Jakkin to open his robe so
she could study the wings more closely. "Quite a lot of fel energy inside
you is there?"
"Yes," Jakkin said with a weary voice. "I know that your disguises cannot
actually cleanse my taint. I am not here for that. I just want a way to
walk among people without the instinctive hatred and fear these...
changes elicit. Neither Horde nor Alliance can truly accept one such as
I."
"Don't worry," Yue said as she took a step back and smiled reassuringly
at her customer. "I'll get started right away. In the meantime, go
downstairs and get Ito to make you a nice warm meal. You look hungry and
drawn after your journey, and celestials know a blood elf can always use
more meat on their bones."
Jakkin found himself bursting into laughter at the situation. Here he was
in his true fel-tainted form and yet instead of fear and horror he was
treated with the same sort of care someone would share for a lost child.
He shook his head and closed his robe, chuckling at how odd the world was
sometimes. Resuming his illusionary guise with a few quick words, he
headed for the door and noticed that Yue was already hard at work on some
form of alchemical concoction. As he closed the door to head back
downstairs, Yue began mumbling under her breath and scribbling on a piece
of parchment.
Jakkin was invited to stay for two days while Yue went to work and gladly
took the invitation rather than try to find an inn in the nearby village.
He was more tired than he admitted and was happy to just relax and rest
for a couple of days in the pleasant Jade Forest countryside. From the
window of his small room he could see distant towers dotting the needle-
like spires along the eastern coastline and the deep jungle-like forest
vales surrounding the tall hills and mountains to the south. Yue had a
couple of assistants other than the boy Ito and Jakkin found himself
treated very well. The food was simple but tasty and the water was clean,
and sometimes Yue took time out from her work to invite him to share some
brew with her while they discussed his commission.
Yue assured him that it would be no problem forging the special item he
desired. She was very gentle with the blood elf, seeming to take care not
to say anything harsh about his fel deformities, which Jakkin
appreciated. Even when drawing some of his blood for use in the magical
forging of the suit Yue seemed to be gentle despite the immense strength
housed inside her body. Other than the workshop on the second floor, Yue
also had a smithy and a weaving room filled with tailoring equipment on
the bottom floor of her shop where she or the assistants sometimes
worked. The pandaren explained that she prided herself on providing her
customers not just with a new physical appearance, but also with a whole
new wardrobe and look if they so desired.
The days passed quickly for the blood elf, and he was almost surprised to
be called up to the workshop again on the third day. Yue invited him
inside again, and this time locked the door behind him with a
conspiratory grin.
"The boys and girls are all good sorts who don't stick their noses where
they don't belong, but sometimes curiosity is strong enough to overwhelm
good sense," Yue said while giving Jakkin a friendly pat on the back.
"Besides, I think this should be a private moment, don't you?"
Jakkin nodded, and Yue led him through the labyrinthine orderly chaos of
the laboratory over to a large brass-colored metal vat which was firmly
attached to the floor and wall by some copper tubing. Inside the large
container was a swirling, bubbling liquid of a faint purple color which
seemed to regularly give off tiny sparkles of thaumaturgic energy. The
blood elf knew that this wasn't just a chemical mixture but something
very magical.
"It's about done. Let's see if it turns out okay," Yue said, picking up a
long metal rod and stirring around inside the basin. Finally she found
something near the bottom of the liquid, and gently tugged a large,
flesh-colored object up to the surface.
To Jakkin's eyes it resembled only a vaguely humanoid piece of fabric,
constantly rustled and bobbed by the swirling liquid. It had a head, two
arms and two legs, but no other defining features of any kind, and the
elf suddenly wondered if Yue was pranking him. The pandaren calmly
reached over and plucked a large vial filled with a pale red liquid from
the nearby bench. Without releasing the flesh-colored thing from the rod,
the pandaren unstoppered the vial with her teeth and poured the contents
into the vat. There was a puff of alchemical smoke and suddenly the
purple liquid roiled and steamed even more than before. Jakkin took a
step back, but Yue smiled reassuringly at him.
"Don't worry. It's working! See?"
The blood elf waved away the drifting clouds of oddly-scented fumes from
his face and once more looked down into the vat. At first it seemed that
nothing had changed. The fleshy thing still hung limply just below the
surface of the liquid. But then Jakkin gasped as a change came over the
object. The unformed top part of it sprouted a mass of blonde hair and
quickly reshaped to have facial features resembling those of a blood elf.
The ends of the limbs split and divided into toes and fingers, and the
whole thing began acquiring the definition and form of a living being. It
stayed flaccid and empty, but as Jakkin stared at it it became the
slender, elegant empty skin of a blood elf woman. Yue pumped her fist in
the air in triumph and fished the skin out of the vat, laying it out
across a low, very stained stoned bench next to the container. There it
slowly flattened out, and Jakkin was stunned to see that the vaguely
fleshy shape had fully become a very realistic skin.
He was utterly baffled at the realistic appearance of the disguise. He
had seen them before when Bookkeeper had introduced him to the idea, but
seeing one being created like this was something different. It had a
slender, beautiful female face with back-length golden hair attached to
its scalp, a pair of empty but nice-looking breasts each tipped by a dark
nipple, a slender waist and wide hips. It had long, well-formed limbs
ending in a pair of elegant hands with gently pointed red nails and thick
thighs. The only thing marring the form other than the fact that it was
an empty, lifeless thing was the fact that it had a long seam running
from neck to buttocks on the back.
"How do you like it?" Yue said as she used a simple wooden board to
squeeze remaining liquid from the suit. "She's rather nice looking, if I
may say so myself."
Jakkin was speechless. Looking at the empty skin was like seeing the twin
sister he never had, or like staring into the face of a female version of
himself. Even when he had come here to ask Yue for this commission he had
scarcely believed it was possible, and yet here it was, only arm's length
away.
"It's... amazing," he said with a gasp. "How...?"
Yue stood back and undid her leather apron, shucking it over a the back
of a chair and donning a pair of thick leather workman's gloves. She wore
only a leather bottom and halter top holding her large breasts in check,
but Jakkin barely glanced at her, so entranced was he by the skin. After
examining the suit and apparently finding it to her liking, Yue looked up
at him and grinned.
"Trade secret, Jakkin. If I haven't told Bookie, I'm not telling you.
Sorry."
He nodded. "When can I...?"
"As soon as she's dried up I'm going to wash her out. Then she's all
ready for wearing, if you're ready."
"I think I am," the blood elf said. His throat was a little dry at the
thought of slipping the skin on, and he felt his heart beat just a little
faster. "I am," he reassured.
"Perfect. Now then, let's talk about an appropriate outfit for your new
suit! I took the liberty of sketching out some suggestions..."
Jakkin burst into laughter, feeling weeks of stress and worry finally
lifting from his heart. With a final, wistful glance at the lovely
skinsuit, he followed Yue to listen to her suggestions about fashion.
This would be a trip to remember, he thought to himself.
-End-
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