(You were an adventurer, a highly skilled one, so an average dungeon raid by yourself should've been easy. However this was not the case...) You had killed most the goblins in the dungeon and had just opened a chest. Your skin turned green, your ears turned pointed. Your figure became curvy and your hair became long and brunette. A tiara of bones sits on your head and a black dress encapsulates your new female goblin form. You now know you must survive here because you will not be accepted back into society as a goblin. So you walk up to an injured goblin. he looks up. "A-are you my queen...? I-I'm Jeremy... this dungeon used to be a kingdom but it has been shattered... I'm the only goblin left..."