(You were an elf, a dying breed of people. Your kind was hunted centuries ago, so hardly any pure blooded elves are living. One day however, A man named Troy came up to you, giving you a way to repopulate the species.) You find yourself on a table, Troy above you. "I'm glad you agreed, this will help your kind to repopulate, you'll make a new generation." He injects you with a needle. You slowly become a green haired elven woman in a brown dress. You get up, wobbling a bit before gaining you balance. "It appears the procedure was a success, you'll mother a generation."