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The Outer Planes held countless wonders and strange sights, innumerable dangers and discoveries waiting for brave explorers, and one of the strangest was surely Sigil. Sigil, the City of Doors, was a vast, crowded metropolis built on the inner torus of an enormous ring floating above a gargantuan spire rising from the center of the Outlands, the plane of neutrality. Many things about Sigil seemed impossible and wondrous, and yet for the people who lived in the city it wasn't that much different from any other. People still ate, fought, loved and died in the countless houses littering the streets, only in a much more exotic locale. There were still people struggling to make a living and people making a profit off their suffering. Sigil was most famous for its countless, labyrinthine portals which were said to lead to almost every corner of the multiverse. The portals shifted and changed, and some were very well-hidden or secret to everyone but a select few. But still, many creatures from all over the planes used the easy access to planar travel to visit Sigil. Some of them came by accident. Some were stranded there. And others came to Sigil searching for something very specific. *** The storefront was unassuming, nestled in among many other stores in Sigils Market Ward. It lay in a narrow alleyway a ways removed from Treasure Street where it was joined by many other smaller businesses dealing in the arcane and the obscure. The Market Ward was where everything in the Planes could be bought or sold... for the right price, no matter how obscure or rare. Two figures wearing heavy grey cloaks stood studying the window to the store, seemingly unsure if they were in the right place. The grime and dirt on the boots peeking out from under the hems of the cloaks indicated that they had both travelled a very long way before arriving here. The window of the shop had the words "True Self Costumes and Disguises - For any occasion- " beautifully painted on the thick glass in rich blue and gold paint, but the window otherwise gave little evidence of the business inside. There were a couple of simple masks on display on stuffed dummy heads, but that was about it. "Is this really the place? It doesn't look like much," said the taller of the two cloaked figures in a deep baritone male voice. He rummaged inside his cloak with a calloused hand and pulled out a small sheet of parchment, which he studied closely. "No, it's correct. 'True Self Costumes' it says." "It doesn't look like much, but I suppose we may as well take a look now that we travelled this far. Have some faith," said the shorter figure in a quiet female voice. The hooded man nodded and reached over to his companion, and their hands entwined as they walked up to the door and opened it. A small bell jingled in an unusually rich and varied way, almost like a tiny metallic nightingale. The store was slightly messy, as if it was frequently rearranged and its owners couldn't decide on how to furnish it. There was a row of faceless mannequins lining one wall, each bearing a weird or fantastic outfit of some kind, a couple of shelves bearing stacks of oddly colored piles of what looked like cloth, a couple of changing rooms hastily erected in one of the inner corners of the store and a door leading further inside behind a long wooden counter with glass panes on the front. The whole shop seemed a little bit makeshift, with boxes and wares stacked in jumbled piles here and there and racks filled with strange-looking masks reaching the ceiling. In one corner, a white- flanked unicorn costume separated into a back and a front half hung from a simple wooden stand, its mane sparkling a little in the lamplight. The male traveller walked over to one of the mannequins and studied it closely. "This is just a regular old costume. And the dummy has seen better days as well. I'm not sure these people can help us," he said doubtfully. "We don't keep our most expensive wares on display, unfortunately but I assure you our services are genuine," said a melodic feminine voice from behind him. The hooded travellers turned around to see a stunning woman emerge from the door behind the cashier. She was of average height but very curvaceous, with long pointed ears and an absolutely stunning face with otherworldly silver eyes. But the thing that stunned the two was the woman's rich blue skin which was clearly all natural, with a lighter coloring over most of her body and a few darker stripes along the sides of her body and arms. Her hair was a waterfall of midnight blue tumbling down her back and the sides of her face, and her lovely form was only barely covered by a skimpy, pure white dress which seemed to shimmer in the dim light of the lanterns inside the store. She smiled warmly at the two and bowed elegantly, and the two visitors thought they could smell the faint scent of brine in the air. Her eyes had a strange, soft glow but her expression was welcoming and kind. "I am Aquiel, one of the owners. Welcome to True Self, my friends. What can I do with you?" the nereid spoke in her soothing, musical voice. The two travellers were only momentarily taken aback by the strange appearance of the shopkeeper, and relaxed a bit when she greeted them so politely. They reached up to lower the hoods of their cloaks, revealing a pair of weather-beaten, rugged faces. The man had a square jaw covered in a short, brushy grey beard and a flat nose that seemed to have been broken more than once. Old scars ran across his face, including one that went straight across one eye and cut one of his bushy eyebrows in half. His grey hair was slicked back across his head, and as he pushed aside his cloak he revealed himself to be wearing a suit of what had probably once been glorious plate armor. The silvery metal was pitted and damaged and had long since lost its sheen, and the man had gone through some effort to conceal as much of it as he could under the cloak and a loose- fitting brown tabard. He was tall and broad, and despite his age his body seemed like it was still extremely powerful. He moved purposefully, like his every action as calculated. The female visitor also removed her hood and opened her cloak, and was revealed to be an older woman with long blonde hair that had almost entirely turned silver with age. Her face showed the signs of decades of worry, but despite the spidery lines of age she was still beautiful and commanding. Her straight nose, full lips and bright blue eyes gave her a kind and patient look, further complimented by her flowing white and gold robes. They were also a bit dirty from travelling, but clearly the vestments of a priestess, modest and well-designed. Her figure underneath was seemingly slender, but she had some curves to her hips and chest despite her age and apparent active lifestyle. She smiled back at the nereid, and bowed gracefully. She gave a comforting appearance contrasting with the stern demeanor of her male companion. "I am Wendela Grau, of the order of the Caregivers," she said in her soft voice. "We have travelled a very long way to visit your shop in the hope that you can help us, lady Aquiel." "Please, just Aquiel," the nereid said in her silvery, melodic voice. "I'm just a simple shopkeeper." "I suppose we should not be surprised that you are a... a creature of the deep," the man said, tugging at the edge of his moustache. "I mean, we have seen so many strange things since we came to this city. I am Doner Schildwall, a crusader." He gave the shopkeeper a curt nod which caused his heavy armor to creak a little. "A priestess and a paladin come seeking my help?" Aquiel said as she regarded her prospective customers. "That is unusual! Mostly we cater to the bored, rich upper class of Sigil. They constantly want to outshine each other at their costume parties and we see good business from them." Wendela and Doner looked at each other with a fleeting expression of worry, as if neither of the two were willing to start explaining what they wanted. Finally, Doner nodded and faced the nereid again. "Could we please get some privacy? This is a rather delicate matter, even if we don't think anyone here would know what we're talking about." Aquiel nodded and smiled, and walked back to the entryway, locking the door and lowering a bar over it before singing a few musical notes. There was a faint sensation of a charge in the air, and suddenly the storefront window changed color into an opaque grey. The main room of the costume store was suddenly only illuminated by the pale flames of a series of beautifully crafted coral lamps which seemed to emit no real heat but burned all the brighter. The faces of the masks hanging near the ceiling looked like ornamental gargoyles as light and shadow flickered over them, yet the store still managed to look more comfortable than menacing. "Now then, please tell me what you think I can help you with," Aquiel said, leading the two over to a rickety table and sitting down elegantly on a small chair. Wendela and Doner followed her, still fidgeting and exchanging worried looks as if the subject they needed to discuss was very sensitive. This time the paladin spoke up first. "Wendela and I are... friends. Allies. We met over two decades ago when our homeland came under attack by the resurgent armies of evil, egged on by a twisted god everyone had thought dead. I was a young squire, eager to prove myself in battle. She was a novice priestess and healer." "What he means is that we fell in love," Wendela said quietly. "On a long mission together, where Doner lost his mentor. It was a... trying time." Aquiel smiled. "How wonderful that you found each other!" The two travellers exchanged a pained look, and Wendela sighed. "It's not that simple. Both our orders have a strict vow of celibacy. We were both already sworn in to dedicate every moment of our lives to our duty. What we did was a crime." The paladin nodded severely. "In the fire of war, we found solace in each other. Despite the vows we had each taken, we found each other... irresistible. We told ourselves it was only a fling, that as soon as peace came we would go our separate ways and devote our lives to our orders." There was a deep sadness in Doner's voice as his eyes stared off into space. "But love wasn't so easily dismissed." Wendela reached out to grab his hand again, and squeezed it. She smiled over at the paladin. "We kept seeing each other. Even after the war ended and our lands were saved from darkness. But we discovered that it was forbidden, and that in the absence of an external threat our orders did not look kindly on our affair. Doner was threatened with expulsion and being stripped of his paladin title, and I was told that I had to end our relationship or face excommunication." "We did not accept those judgments, of course," Doner interjected. The priestess nodded. "But after ten years of trying to change our orders from within, we had to resign to meeting in secret. It was slow, torturous and nerve-wracking. We knew that every time we met we risked everything. And yet we told ourselves that it was necessary, that it was the only way we could stay together and still do good. Doner is a grand paladin now, and has trained many young men and women himself, and I'm one of the council of clerics of my order. The responsibilities were honors at first, but now they are stifling us." Aquiel studied the two as they spoke, quietly observing every small tic and change in posture. "And now you have decided that you had enough?" she asked. "To make a long story short, yes," Doner said, nodding. The paladin stretched his arms, and his plate armor creaked underneath. "We're tired of not being together. We still want to do good. We don't want to abandon our world to find some different home on the planes. But we can't go on like this any longer. Wendela suggested we find a solution here, and we set out on our journey to Sigil." "Are they threatening you even here?" the nereid said, her large eyes wide with concern. Wendela shook her head, looking down into her lap. "No. We don't think so. It's just that... it's been so many years. We've become used to paranoia, to always looking behind our backs. We don't want to live like that anymore." Aquiel seemed to consider the words of the priestess, quietly looking at the two. Then she nodded. "How did you learn about this store?" "Through sheer chance," Doner said with a heavy sigh. "We thought at first perhaps we could just leave everything behind. But running away began to gnaw at our minds very soon. The joy of being together without fear of discovery was marred by the knowledge we simply gave up on our world. There's much still to do there, many evils that need fighting. But we want the freedom back to do so as necessary, unimpeded by codes and regulations." Wendela nodded, brushing a strand of silver hair from her face. "Out of sheer coincidence, we overheard a man talking about how amazing the disguises you craft here are. He said that they offer a simple way for anyone to change form without fear of detection or need to maintain a spell of any kind. At first we didn't think about it, but when we casually talked to the man, he idly mentioned that you don't just provide these costumes for parties and quick thrills, but also for more... long-term purposes. He gave us one of your calling cards." There was a brief silence, and Wendela looked like she was afraid that Aquiel would get angry, or quickly denounce what she had just said. But instead the nereid smiled and nodded. "Oh, I see. Yes, we do offer disguises for permanent purposes. It's not our main line of business, but nothing unusual either. I take it you two would like to change from what you currently are? Did you consider the implications?" "What do you mean?" Wendela asked. "You are asking me for costumes that will change your appearances, so you can return to your own world and resume your lives, but from a new perspective. Is that correct?" Aquiel asked, carefully selecting each word. Wendela and Doner exchanged a look, then both nodded, the paladin a bit less enthusiastically than his lover. "You wish to be together without anyone able to separate you, and to be able to continue to fight against evil and darkness without being caught up by tradition and bureaucracy?" Doner's severe, grizzled brightened a little. "That's a good way to look at it. Yes, that's exactly what we want. You really are good at this!" "Thank you," the lovely blue-skinned create said. "But please be aware of this. What you're asking is a huge step to take. You will essentially become new people, and some of the things that made you Doner and Wendela will simply have to go, buried deep inside your new selves. You said you didn't want to run away from your past, but this is a form of running as well, no?" Wendela nodded. "In a way. But we have found that what we long for the most is a fresh start. If we simply leave our orders we could still rebuild our lives, but the infamy of it would be a heavy burden. We want to just leave that behind and find a new life together, like when we were both young novices unbound by the shackles of the world." Aquiel nodded. "I understand. And I can help you. I just needed to know that you thought this through. Please come over to the counter. I will show you some of our wares." The nereid rose from her chair and walked through the shop with Wendela and Doner following her. The priestess seemed infinitely relieved that the shopkeeper had listened so patiently to their concerns, and understood their situation and even the stiff Doner seemed to have relaxed a bit about the situation. It seemed that for the first time in a long time, hope had been rekindled for the two. Aquiel momentarily vanished through the door leading into the back of the store, and re- emerged bearing a number of large, heavy husks draped across her delicate azure arm. She laid each one out carefully across the counter top, allowing her customers to study them in detail. Each one of the things was a complete skin of a creature or person, seemingly perfect in every detail other than their deflated state. The eyes and mouths of the suits were just gaping holes, giving them a somewhat eerie appearance. Wendela and Doner seemed unphazed by this, and started looking the costumes over excitedly. The first costume appeared to be a tall, handsome elf male, with a shock of pure golden blond hair and well outlined muscles. Wendela blushed a little at the deflated manhood laying limp between the skin's legs, but didn't seem too bothered by it. The second one was a green-skinned orc female with a bulky, curvaceous body, tusks in her slack mouth and a savage appearance. The two customers marvelled at the detail of the two suits, down to fine hairs on the faces and little imperfections in the skin. The other two skins laid out over the counter were significantly more exotic, however. First there was a massive, red-skinned dragon-like male with scales covering his hide and a large tail flopped down under the body. It looked like a dragonborn of some kind and if filled out and alive would probably tower over even Doner. The fourth skin was that of a winged female with almost golden metallic skin, pure white hair and a very serene look to her empty face. Wendela gasped and let her hand trace along the flaccid breasts of the winged suit, touching the dark golden nipples with a giggle. "They're amazing," Doner said, rubbing his chin. "How are they made to be so life-like?" Aquiel smiled. "That's a trade secret, I'm afraid. A special mix of alchemy and transmutation magic. The result is a magical disguise that anyone can wear, regardless of magical aptitude. And they're extremely easy to use and maintain." Wendela lifted the massive dragonborn costume up by its shoulders and studied the powerful reptilian face up close. "So you just put one on and then..." "You become the creature the suit depicts," Aquiel confirmed. "How long does it last?" Doner asked, joining his partner to study the reddish suit. "Our normal, cheaper suits are made for social occasions like parties and similar. They are made to last for about three days before breaking down. Our more elaborate suits are much harder to take and require many more rare materials, but last indefinitely. If you put one of those on, you will be that creature until you take the suit off." "That's what we want," Wendela said with conviction. "New forms so we can establish new lives and start over, together." "Then that is what I will try to provide," the shopkeeper said, moving over to fold the four costumes up and pack them away behind the counter. "I feel ashamed to bring up something as base as money, but the materials for the suits are quite expensive, so I must make you aware there will be a large sum of money necessary." Wendela nodded. "That is not a problem. We will pay what is required." "Then please tell me, what do you want to be?" the nereid asked plainly, studying the two lovers closely. "We... haven't really decided," Doner said thoughtfully. "We didn't find out that this was possible until recently, and it's such a strange idea that we never gave it any thought before." "We were thinking a matching couple of some kind. Something that would let us to be together for the rest of our lives," Wendela said with much more conviction. "Maybe elves, or just different looking humans." "There are many things you can pick from," Aquiel said, picking up a large roll of parchment that lay on a desk behind the counter. The nereid unrolled the document to reveal that it was covered in well- drawn monochromatic outlines of different humanoid races and other creatures. It was divided into three general sections, one labelled 'Humanoid', one 'Exotic Humanoid' and one 'Beast'. There were pictures of a lot of different things on the large sheet, ranging from humans to pixies to unicorns. Wendela cast a glance over at the unicorn suit displayed in the store, and gasped. "This is our standard range," Aquiel said. "By which I mean we have at least one costume of each of these in stock. Other options are possible, but we would need to specifically craft the suits and it would be time- consuming. You will note that there are certain limitations on what's available. This is purely for customer safety. We have had issues with people renting suits of planar beings like demons and angels in the past that is why we now limit our sales to tieflings and aasimar, like the winged girl suit you looked at." "Amazing. And so much to choose from," Doner said, tracing a gloved finger across the figures. He seemed to rest for a moment over a serpentine female with a snake tail instead of legs, and blushed a bit. "My love, what do you think?" Wendela was also considering the wide selection of species and types, her piercing blue eyes darting across one after the other. "I'm not sure. Probably something that exists in our world, and isn't that strange. I wouldn't want us to live in isolation from the rest of the world." "So nothing too monstrous, then," Aquiel said with a smile. "Which is a smart choice and the most common one. Can I interest you in some of our more popular choices? We have a wide variety of elves, humans, dwarves, orcs, tieflings and dragonborn." "That sounds good. We want to start a new life, after all, so we need something that's long-term viable," Wendela said. "I was thinking about elves." "They are very popular, and their physical properties are quite appealing," the nereid agreed. "Now, you said you wanted to be together in your new lives, but what form of togetherness would you prefer? We can make you lovers, spouses, relatives or give you a shared suit." "Spouses, I think," Doner said. "After all we-" "Wait," the priestess interjected. "What's the shared suit option?" "Oh simple," Aquiel said with a smile. "You get a single suit which can hold both of you." Wendela and Doner looked at each other incredulously, unsure if the shopkeeper was making fun of them. "I'm not sure I understand. What do you mean hold both of us?" Doner asked. "Oh, I apologize. I forget that you are totally new to this form of magic," Aquiel said. She leant down and picked up the elf male suit that she had displayed before and flipped it onto its belly on the counter so that a long seam running from neck to buttocks was clearly visible. "With a normal suit you simply enter through the seam, wherever its located, then grab the tab and close it up once you properly align your body. With a shared suit, one of you gets in first, then the other climbs in after them. Don't worry, the skins stretch extremely well and won't rupture. Once you both are inside, you seal the seam up and the costume turns both of you into the creature." Wendela blinked. There was a faint blush on her pale cheeks. "Is that... is that really possible? I mean what would happen to the bodies and minds inside?" "They merge into the being the costume represents," the nereid said, rolling the suit up again so the spreadsheet of different options was visible. "Until they take the costume off again, for all intents and purposes they will be one creature." "That's... amazing," Wendela said. "Well we don't want that. Now, you mentioned elves-" Doner began, but was interrupted by his partner pulling him down to whisper something in his ear. He looked confused, but nodded. "Excuse us for a moment, lady Aquiel. It seems Wendela wants to discuss something." The shopkeeper nodded and walked back to tend to the store while Wendela and Doner walked over to sit down at the small table again, huddling close together well out of earshot of their hostess. "What's this about, my love? We had a plan for what we would ask for, and now-" the paladin said, uncertainty tainting his normally confident voice. "I... I think we should get the shared suit," Wendela said in a low tone, her cheeks still burning a rosy red. "What? But that's crazy. We went through all this so we could be together, not-" "Not what? We would be together in the most intimate way possible. We would never be separated again unless we chose to," Wendela said. "I cannot think of a better way to start a new life, my love." "Wendela, this is crazy. We can't just change our plans for a flight of fancy," the paladin said gravely. "Why not? Our whole lives we've lived according to plans and dictates and rules. Let's throw that all out the window now that we have this one chance to do it. We can start a new life exactly the way we wanted it, but free and wild, and inseparable," the priestess responded, reaching out to squeeze Doner's hand. "Think about it. You and me, united in body and mind. Together forever." Doner considered quietly, but didn't seem convinced. "What about our duties? What about all the things I love about being with you? I could never hold you again, or wake up next to you, or share the sunset with you." Wendela thought about this for a moment, the silver light of the lanterns flickering across her worn face. "We would do all those things, Doner. You would be with me, be part of me. And I would be part of you. You would get to know me in a way you never could otherwise. I want to share my life with you, my love." "You're oddly fascinated by this," Doner said, but his obstinate resolve seemed to be fading a little. "The idea is very... very sensual to me as well," Wendela confessed, blushing profusely. "But is that so bad? Our whole adult lives we've bucked traditions and wished we could break them. We have that chance now. Please, at least consider it?" Doner nodded, and pulled his hand free of hers. He regarded her quietly with a stoic look in his eyes for what seemed like a breathless, timeless eternity. "Let's go back to the inn and discuss this, and then sleep on it. I think that's the best way to avoid making a mistake in the heat of the moment." Wendela nodded with a warm smile and leaned over to give him a peck on his grizzled cheek. She rose to her feet, and they both returned to the counter. Aquiel quickly came back with an expectant look on her beautiful face. "We have decided to consider what to pick for our new lives tomorrow," Doner said. "We need to make sure we're doing the right thing." "There can be no doubt in a matter as important as this," Wendela added. The nereid looked almost relieved at their decision. "Of course! Whatever you decide should be seriously considered, even if it is to not buy anything from us at all. Please rest and return to me tomorrow when you have made a decision." Wendela and Doner bowed elegantly and thanked Aquiel, and the nereid returned the display of respect. As they pulled up their hoods and pulled their cloaks tight over their distinctive outfits again, Aquiel unlocked the door and spoke the magic phrase that returned the shop window to its normal state. Outside was a pair of gaudily dressed Sigil citizens, both of whom looked very irritated at being kept waiting. As Wendela and Doner left, doing their best to blend into the crowd, Aquiel greeted her new customers, apologizing profusely. And as the paladin and priestess vanished into the crowd, business resumed as usual. *** What was discussed that afternoon and night in the simple inn room rented by the two travellers was not witnessed by anyone else. It was a long, passionate discussion filled with sorrow, joy, hope and caution. Wendela and Doner talked about their past, their present and their future. They tried to decide what the best course of action would be, constantly getting sidetracked by little things and by the deep, profound love they still held for each other. They didn't reach a decision until the small hours of the night, and after that they resolved whatever differences they still had in a bout of torrid, passionate lovemaking. In many ways they both felt like they were young again, relieved of the burden of duty and shame. And by the time morning came, they were totally unanimous in their decision. And so they set out for the True Self store once more, hands wrapped tightly together. *** "We have reached a decision," Doner said with a faint smile. "We would like to share a suit." Aquiel gasped, giggling a little. "Oh, you made a very fine decision. You won't regret it. It's one of the most intimate and beautiful things you could think of." "Would it be possible for us to take a look at options?" Wendela said. "We would like to still go for a human or elf or something similar." Aquiel nodded, and walked over to unlock and open the small door in the back of the storeroom. She swung it open and gestured for the couple to enter. Doner and Wendela were surprised to find a large, winding room filled with large dressers and cupboards and shelves filled with racks, each one filled to the brim with different costumes. There was an odd scent in the air which neither visitor recognized. "These are just our cheaper, temporary stock," Aquiel said, walking deeper into the room. "Please follow me, I'll show you our permanent suits." The paladin and priestess followed the nereid as she expertly navigated the boxes littering the floor and led them deep into the back of the room, where a small area was cleared and dominated by a large mirror and a few small benches arranged into a simple dressing area. Surrounding the mirror were shelves containing carefully laid out and hung up suits, all of which seemed to be of the highest quality. Wendela and Doner poked around a little, finding skins of all sorts of fantastic beings before their hostess called them over to one of the shelves. "Here are our finest human, elven and half-elven suits," she said proudly. "Please take a look and see if you find one you like. Or two. It's not too late to change your minds about that." "Does it matter which one we pick for purposes of... ehm... sharing?" Doner asked as his fingers brushed across the brown skin of a muscular male human. The nereid shook her head. "All of these are adapted for either a single wearer or two without any issues." The couple rifled through the suits one by one, carefully considering each one. After a while, realizing how large the shelf was, Wendela and Doner split up and each looked at one section of it. After a long time of poking, prodding and examining, Doner gasped so loud that Wendela rushed to his side, as did a curious Aquiel. The paladin was holding the slender skin of a lovely young elven girl, her fine features perfectly complemented by her pointed ears. Her tanned skin spoke of a life outdoors, and her very dark brown hair hair was like a silky waterfall hanging from the suit's scalp. Her flaccid form seemed both youthful and strong, and Wendela stared at it, looking up and smiling at Doner, who was now the one blushing. "I... uh..." he stammered, unsure of where to begin. "I... this one is...nice?" "She's lovely," Wendela said. "She looks like she could be a wild elf from our home!" Aquiel checked the tag of the hanger where the suit had been, and smiled at the two. "A very nice choice. Would you like to try her on?" Doner's eyes almost bugged out from their sockets, and he seemed extremely flustered compared to his normal composed self. Wendela giggled and was also blushing profusely. "Yes. Yes we do. How do we go about this?" she asked. "Oh it's simple. You will need to undress, of course, which is why we have this area prepared. Then you will need to find a way to get both of you into the suit, and close it up. There's nothing else to it. I can help you with it if you so wish, but I understand if you want the privacy. Wendela leaned in to whisper something in the paladin's ear, and they shared an unusual grin. "We would love any help you can offer. We're not ashamed to show ourselves to you after how much you helped us," she said. "Besides, you have probably seen far stranger." Aquiel burst into a pearly laughter which reminded the two customers of a waterfall. She took a few steps back and let the paladin and priestess get to the dressing area, where Doner laid out the suit draped across the back of a chair. After sharing a few quiet words, Wendela unclasped and tossed her travelling cloak over a bench, and then set about helping her lover out of his armor. It was a slow process but Wendela seemed to have done it countless times before. As she removed more and more of the paladin's armor, his tall and broad body was revealed to be as imposing as his manners indicated, with old scars covering many parts of his torso and limbs. Wendela for her part had no trouble undressing from her flowing priestess robes, revealing a modest under-dress. As she began tugging off Doner's undershirt, Aquiel politely sat down to wait for the two to finish. The lovers only became a bit self-conscious when they got down to their underwear. At that point it was impossible to tell that they were a paladin and a priest, which seemed in a way to be liberating for the two. Wendela slipped out of her bra and tugged down Doner's trunks, revealing a large, firm manhood, then shimmied out of her panties. The two embraced, and Doner ran a hand through the silvery curtain of Wendela's hair. They shared a kiss and stared into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity. "So... do you still want to try this, my love?" he asked, smiling. "More than life itself, my beloved," she replied and leaned in to kiss him. They embraced for a few more moments before separating, with Wendela walking over to pick up the skin. It seemed impossible for her to fit inside it, let alone the two of them. The elf girl was a bit shorter than Wendela, with a youthful slender body. Doubting, the priestess turned the suit over in her hands and began slipping one leg into the seam. She cooed a little at the warm, moist inside of the costume rubbing against her naked skin, and pushed her leg down to wiggle her toes into position inside the tanned suit. It looked stretched over her, but she decided to keep going and stepped in with her other leg. Pulling the suit up over her hips, she found it draped a bit over her own body in that area. She continued to slowly tug the empty arms over her own, pulling each finger into the matching one carefully. The chest of the suit was stretched in some spots and too loose in others, and Wendela found herself giggling at looking down at two modest breasts stretched out by her own larger ones inside. "Here goes," she said and lifted the mask of the suit up over her head. She waved the long dark mane of hair side and tugged the mask down hard, pulling the nose over her own and aligning the eye and mouth holes. The long elf ears naturally dropped down (which looked rather comical to Doner) but the skin quietly stretched to accommodate Wendela and showed no signs of strain. The large seam hanging slightly open on the back of the suit prominently showed the very pale skin of the priestess, including a few faded scars. Doner regarded the strange sight with intense interest, his manhood stiffening slowly. "Right, that looks good," Aquiel said. "Now Doner, please join her. Repeat what she did, and don't worry about the skin." The paladin seemed a little unsure, but nodded, stepping in closer to his disguised lover. "Is everything alright in there, Wendela?" he asked. "It's fine. It's just like wearing a piece of stretchy leather," said the halfway clothed priestess in a voice that was noticeably softer and younger-sounding than her own. "Oh gods, I think it's actually working!" Doner grinned, and pulled the seam outwards so he could slip one of his large, thick legs down into that of the suit to join Wendela's. The disguised girl grunted, but didn't seem to be in pain as Doner's presence inside the suit stretched it out impossibly. Repeating the process, he found that his body seemed to slim down a bit the moment it entered the suit, but still made it look distended and ugly. Shrugging, he pushed in closer to his beloved, his taut muscles pushing against the soft, dry skin of her back. Wendela felt Doner's manhood push up against the small of her back and grinned naughtily. He shuffled his way further into the seam, pushing up closer to her as he slowly and laboriously worked his arms into those of the suit where they aligned next to Wendela's. He leaned in and kissed her neck, and she giggled as his beard tickled her neck inside the suit. Slowly and clumsily the couple reached back with their shared arms to try and work the seam. "Let me help," Aquiel said and stepped in, grabbing the pull and slowly tugging it upwards. "Let me know if it gets uncomfortable." The couple nodded, and the nereid worked the seam up the scarred, broad back of Doner, slowly hiding the muscular form of the paladin between the soft folds of tan elf skin. Wendela was already completely hidden from view other than her pale blue eyes staring out through the eye holes of the costume in front. Aquiel directed the two to kneel down, which they did with some difficulty, and then continued working the pull upwards. With a grin she reached in to rub at Doner's back a little, which caused the skin on the legs of the elf girl suit to ripple with goosebumps. Brushing the long dark hair of the suit aside over one shoulder, Aquiel firmly pushed the back of Doner's head deeper into the suit to join that of Wendela, and then pulled the hood down. With a slow, deliberate motion she began tugging the seam shut the final few inches. Doner's neck and a little of his rough, grey hair was the last thing visible between the folds of the suit. "Is it still fine?" the nereid asked, leaning in close to the ear of the suit. "Still not finished," came Doner's voice from inside, very muffled. "Please... finish it," came the voice of the elf girl, though the speaker was Wendela. Aquiel's slender blue fingers tugged the seam firmly shut at the nape of the elf girl's neck. Suddenly the shared form rippled and shrunk, the mass inside seemingly rearranging quickly and painlessly. The couple yelped, then cried out as they bucked a little. Soon the changes were done, and Aquiel looked down at a lovely elf female who was sitting on her knees panting. There were no signs of the seam other than a miniscule bump on her neck, and her beautiful body no longer showed any sign that it had until moments ago been a lifeless husk filled with two people. The elf reached up to brush a strand of hair from her face, panting. "And now?" Aquiel asked, sitting down on the bench next to the elf. "It... it worked? We're one?" she said in the same breathy, soft voice that had come out of Wendela's disguised mouth. "Stand up and let's take a look," the shopkeeper said, helping the elf to her feet and leading her over to the mirror. She gasped as she saw her own reflection. A beautiful young elf woman stared back at her through beautiful brown eyes set in a lovely face framed by soft brown hair. She reached down to cup her modest breasts, gasping in surprise as sensations of pleasure shot through her body, and blushed a little as she admired her form with slack-jawed amazement. Unlike many elves she seemed primal and untamed, a creature at home in the wild rather than in a civilized city. She turned around to get a good look at her back, feeling around for the seam and giggling as her fingers brushed the nub at her neck. "We thought you were joking. I don't think I thought it would work. Not like this," she said, seeming to constantly flicker between Doner and Wendela's tone and inflections when speaking. "It feels so amazing, like I we are constantly together. Our bodies and minds..." Aquiel took a step back and studied the elf girl as she took a leap onto the bench, then did a quick cartwheel across it and ending with a quick somersault over the pile of Doner's armor, landing on her feet on the floor like a large feline. "We can do anything like this! I feel so young and full of life! Me too, beloved!" the elf girl said in her odd run-on voice. Aquiel frowned a little and walked up to her, gently grabbing her by the shoulders and studying her. "My dear, I'm afraid that your divided manner of speech is a bad sign. If you are to embrace this disguise long-term, you cannot betray your nature like this." The elf looked crestfallen. "I'm we're sorry. It's just hard to sort out who's Wendela and who's Doner and it gets all mixed up." "That's what you're doing wrong, dear," the nereid said patiently. "You need to allow your thoughts and memories to mix. Become one. Like your bodies have. Then you will be ready. Otherwise we'll just have to open the suit right now, because it won't work." The elf looked concerned, but sat down and rubbed her temples gently, mumbling to herself. Aquiel sat down behind her on the bench, placing her soft hands on the shoulders of the elf girl and massaging them gently. She leaned in, and her breathy voice whispered like the sea rustled by a stiff breeze. "Open your minds. Lower the barriers. Allow each other into your deepest, most private places," she said. "As you were two, now you must be one." "It's... it's hard. All our thoughts... minds... my thoughts," the elf girl said, her brow wrinkling in concentration. "I we don't know if we can do it." "Do you want me to undo the change right now?" the nereid asked, and placed two fingers on the nub underneath the elf's cascade of hair. "No. Just a moment more. We can do this!" the elf said. For a few more minutes the elf girl twitched and moaned as she struggled internally, with Aquiel holding her hands comfortingly on the gestalt girl's shoulders. Suddenly the elf's eyes fluttered open, and she stared off into the distance with a newly found conviction. "I... we think we can feel it now... I... it's happening. Slowly but... yes... we're becoming... We... I... we..." she mumbled, her eyes fluttering under their lids. "Wendela, Doner, both of us, both of me. We are... we are... we are one." "You're doing fine, my friends." "I'm one," the elf said, her eyes opening again. As she rose, Aquiel could see a new sense of security and conviction in the face of the newly made elf, and she pulled her over into a hug. "Is it alright?" "Yes lady Aquiel. Thank you so much for your help. I'm Elara Oakleaf," the wild elf said and instead of curtseying stretched out her hand for a firm handshake. "Good to finally meet you, Elara," Aquiel said with a chuckle. "Is this still what you want?" Elara seemed to consider quietly, looking at the piles of Wendela and Doner's clothes. She nodded. "This is what I want. Would you... mind if I left as myself? I want to start getting used to being me before I leave for home. I feel so full of energy!" The shopkeeper nodded. "Of course. I'll have your new clothing and gear ready in a moment. " Elara chuckled and nodded, stretching her tanned flesh. "I'll put my other selves gear in my bag of holding. Lucky I brought one of those!" Her demeanor was so sprightly and relaxed that Aquiel quickly forgot any concerns she had had about the suit. The couple seemed to have finally found each other perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle, and the nereid thought they were very lucky. "Lady Aquiel?" Elara asked as she looked at herself in the mirror. "Yes?" "Thank you!" said Elara, and gave herself a hug. *** Elara stepped out of the edge of the great Oakwood forest and narrowed her rich brown eyes as she surveyed the vast, grass-covered warm plains that lay beyond. The forest increasingly thinned into brushland before finally giving way to the grasslands, dotted by the odd tree and lined with buttes and mesas. The young elf smiled as she looked up at the warm midday sun, overjoyed with a new appreciation for life and a relief to finally be home. Sigil had seemed utterly wrong for her, and she had a longing for the open, wild lands of her home. It had taken her a few days to get fully used to being herself, but the changes had come naturally after she cleared that first hurdle together with Aquiel. Now she was fully comfortable being Elara Oakleaf, a young wild elf healer and huntress. Her old selves were still there, but they were for the most part joined together in a beautiful unity. The young elf grinned at just how strange the situation was. A week ago she had been Wendela and Doner, with only the faintest hope for the future. Now she was Elara, and it seemed the future was as enticing as the distant horizon of the grasslands ahead. She was dressed in the manner of the other wild elves now. She wore a simple brown halter to keep her modest bust in place, with a short loincloth held in place by entwined cords adorned by feathers and small bone pearls inscribed with simple marks. She wore a leather band around one thigh where she could strap a dagger if needed, and a pair of fur- topped cloth wraps around her ankles which left her feet bare. Her only other pieces of clothing were a pair of thin fur-adorned bracers around her wrists, a headband to keep her waterfall of dark brown hair in place, and a band matching that on her thigh around her right arm. Her headband was adorned by the same triangular pattern as the other two bands, and had a set of large brown and white feathers hanging down on one side of her face. A large satchel was slung over her shoulder, and she carried a long-hafted spear with a shining steel tip in one hand. "It's so beautiful," Elara mumbled. "Like seeing it again for the first time." Stepping out into the sunlight, the elven girl began her journey. Secured firmly in her pack were her healing herbs and salves with which she hoped to make a difference out in the savage parts of the wilds. She wasn't quite sure how she would greet other wild elves once she ran into them, but she would have to take this great journey one step at a time. High above her a bird of prey soared, emitting a shrill cry as it darted towards something on the ground far away. Elara smiled to herself, and started walking. The new journey she was on was in itself also a destination and the young elf decided to tackle it one step at a time. Elara was finally content.