The Sylvanas Hoodie - WoW Sylvanas TG TF

 

Today was the day, the package had finally arrived. Quentin's name was printed on it along with postage from Blizzard HQ in California. He'd been waiting for it to arrive for several days now and was excited to have it in his hands.

Quentin carried it inside, sitting it down on his desk as he went to retrieve a pair of scissors. Cutting the tape and packaging open, he opened it to reveal his prize.

Inside the box was a piece of merchandise Quentin had purchased online from the Blizzard shop days prior. A hoodie, but not just any. This one was purple with designs over the fabric, meant to be themed after his favorite character from World of Warcraft, Sylvanas Windrunner.

"Finally!" he exclaimed, removing the hoodie from the package and immediately pulled it over his head. "I've been waiting days for this!" He zipped it up and went to the nearest mirror, admiring the new article of clothing he was now wearing. "Dang, this looks cool." he said to himself, before pulling the hood up. As he looked back to the mirror, he noticed something very strange if not outright shocking. Rather than seeing his own reflection in the glass, he saw that of the Banshee Queen herself. "Whoa." was all he could say. She stood there in all her glory, her crimson red eyes peered out from under her hood as her gaze was fixated on him. She was surprisingly realistic looking, but made no acknowledgment to him. It was as though she wasn't actually looking at him, but a reflection herself. After a moment of staring, he raised his hand in front of his face, checking to make sure he was still himself. His hand was still his own, much to his relief. Blinking, he looked to his reflection to see Sylvanas was no longer standing in its place. Was he seeing things, imagining it, maybe even going crazy? A smile broke out on his face as he shook his head, laughing at how ridiculous that was. He was definitely imagining things, especially having been so excited for the hoodie to finally arrive. Putting the odd occurrence out of his mind, he sat down at his desk and started up World of Warcraft. He pulled the hood up, placing his headphones over top. It seemed only appropriate he wear the hoodie while he played. He'd barely played for the past few days, but he was anxious to get back into the action. He selected his character and tapped the "Enter World" button and soon was immersed in the fantasy world of Azeroth. As he played something very strange seemed to happen... Being invested in the game as he was, he was completely oblivious as some very odd changes began to occur. It started with his hands, which quickly changed shape, becoming elegant with thin fingers and longer nails. Underneath the hood, his short brown hair had begun gaining length as it grew longer and longer. Several of the long strands found their way out from under the hood, peeking out as they dropped around his face. The long silken hair had lightened to a shade of blonde, so light that it was almost white in color. At the same time the tips of his ears started to curve upwards, becoming more pointy and somewhat longer. Though they remained somewhat short and went unnoticed beneath his hood and headphones. Quentin shifted in his seat as the changes began to manifest in other parts of his body. His ass quickly began developing a bit of roundness, as it swelled underneath him, adding a natural cushion beneath him. His hips soon followed suite, growing wider and combined with the added mass to his backside, caused his pants to pinch the swelling flesh. "Ouch, dang pants pinching me..." he mumbled to himself, finally diverting a moment of attention from his gaming session to investigate the cause of discomfort. Glancing down, he was confused to discover a noticeably wide pair of hips and a round ass squeezed into his pants. He was silent for a moment, as if trying to process what he was looking at. Was he seeing things again? If so, this was a very bizarre thing to be imagining. "What the...?" he uttered, but stopped short when he caught sight of his hands. Them being noticeably thinner, like those of a woman wasn't what actually the cause for alarm. Something far stranger had caught his attention. A number of very small splotches formed over his hands, pale blue color, and growing bigger as they spread over his hands. "What the fuck...?" he said aloud, eyes widening as he stared in disbelief. Turning his hands over, the discoloration quickly spread over his hands, leaving them with pale blue skin. The color inched its way up, slipping under the sleeves of his hoodie. "I'm...! My hands, are turning BLUE!" he shouted as his fear quickly got the better of him. "and my... MY ASS is...! WHAT THE FUCK?!" He quickly noticed the hair which had spilled out the sides of his hood, and could feel something happening to his face and ears. Tossing his headphone onto his desk, he jumped from his seat, abandoning his computer as he quickly rushed out of the room. Returning to the mirror from earlier, his jaw dropped as he finally caught sight of what was happening. "MY FUCKING FACE!" he practically screamed, his voice shifting to a much more familiar female one. He stared at his reflection, watching as his face began to shift and change. Painlessly, his face thinned, cheekbones becoming more prominent as the blue skin crept over his face. His lips became fuller, curving into a more pouty appearance. His nose thinned, eyes growing bigger as his eyebrows thinned and lengthened, taking on an elegant appearance more akin to long wispy whiskers. His already pointed ears quickly began to grow longer and longer, the fabric of his hoodie forming two slits on either side of the hood. The long ears curved up and out from the openings, quickly growing to an impressive length as they trailed out from his head. "Sylvanas..." he uttered, voice cracking as his eyes flooded with a crimson glow, black markings forming beneath them. "I... have her face?!" Quentin could do nothing but watch with fear, shock, and a small amount of growing fascination. This was beyond his comprehension, and it had to be some sort of dream, but it felt too real. He watched his reflection, as the body beneath his clothes changed. His waist had already begun to grow thinner, his entire frame and shape becoming more slender and womanly. He could feel himself growing a little taller as his legs got longer and his thighs thickened. A subtle amount of toned and athletic muscle formed on his changing form, and he could feel himself becoming stronger, much more fit than he'd ever been. While he couldn't see with his clothes in the way, the pale blue flesh had covered most all of his body and he could feel an odd chill creeping into him. It was as though he could feel his very life leaving him, as a colder darker energy filled him. It was by no means unpleasant, and he could feel a pleasurable chill tingle up his spine. "Oh, I feel so... cold, so.... good." he said in the voice of the Banshee Queen herself, expelling his last mortal breath as the pleasant chill of undeath took root. Though the changes weren't over yet, and two small breasts formed on his chest. They quickly begin to swell, pressing against the confines of his undershirt as they reached an impressive size. The sensitive dark nipples bringing with them a wonderful sensation. He could feel them harden beneath the thin fabric of his shirt, and reached his hands up, gently feeling the breasts through his hoodie. He closed his eyes, head tilting back as he lost himself in the feeling of it, the fear and distress fading away. "Ah... Yes..." he moaned, voice thick with desire. Between his legs the pleasure quickly reached its peak, as his penis and testicles atrophied, shrinking and withering before vanishing into his body. A new vagina formed in their place, leaving Quentin 100% female. The orgasmic pleasure of the change burst forward, and she cried out, muscles spasming as her knees nearly gave out beneath her. "Yes... Yes..." she crooned, basking in the aftermath as she hugged her chest. After a moment she slowly opened her eyes, staring at her reflection with intrigue. Sylvanas Windrunner stared back, still dressed in the hoodie, a pair of jeans that hugged her legs, and a pair of sneakers. It wasn't the usual attire of the Banshee Queen, but it definitely looked good on her. "Well, well... if this is a dream don't wake me up." Quentin grinned, looking over her new form as she began to pose in front of the mirror. "This body is something else." Placing her hands on her hips, her hoodie seemed to glow ever so slightly as it began to morph along with the rest of her clothes. Her hood shifted to a more fine and silken material as it formed into a flowing cloak. The rest of her hoodie formed into a purple breastplate and a leather corset, supporting her lovely breasts and offering a glimpse of her cleavage. A pair of tall armored boots quickly followed, stretching over her long legs as chain mail armor formed underneath. Gauntlets formed over her hands, and two pauldrons over her shoulders decorated with feathers and images of skulls. "Now we're talking!" she said, smiling at the familiar armor of the Banshee Queen. A quiver of arrows appeared over his back, and a viscous looking bone bow materialized in her hand. She nocked an arrow, aiming at a table lamp across the room, drawing it back before letting the arrow fly. The arrow hit its mark, shattering the lamp, and burying itself into the wall. "Wow, it seems I've got her skill as well." she grinned, though soon found herself thinking. "Now what should I...?" Quentin felt a pleasant tingle in her mind, all manner of thoughts and memories began to flood into her mind. They were her memories, Slyvanas' memories. They filled her mind with images and recollections, happy and painful. She closed her eyes to absorb the experience. "Yes, I remember... everything." she whispered, the memories becoming fresh in her mind. "I am Sylvanas Windrunner, Banshee Queen of the Forsaken, Warchief of the Horde..." Her former memories as Quentin remained, however they took a backseat to her new ones. She didn't mind, in fact this was something her old self had enjoyed. She was more than happy to embrace the identity of Sylvanas Windrunner, in fact she welcomed it. Suddenly her surroundings shifted, as reality itself seemed to warp around her. She found herself standing atop the battlements of Undercity's walls, looking over the gathered Alliance forces in the distance. A smirk crossed Sylvanas' face. She knew the outcome of this battle, and the various future events, all thanks to Quentin. "My queen," came a raspy voice, as one of her undead commanders approached. "Shall we deploy the plague as planned?" "No, there's been a change of plan..." she turned, and began walking. "Come, let us discuss a new strategy. I have a little surprise for our Alliance friends..."