Justin Wozniak was a college student who loved two things above everything else: getting drunk and playing tabletop role-playing games. So when his dormroom buddies invited him along for another night of beers and the fantasy adventure tabletop game Caves and Creatures, he was more than happy to tag along. His character, a half-elf blonde princess called Yverenia, took the role of party cleric and by the time the sun had set outside their adventure was underway. The four adventurers were travelling with a caravan on their way to a nearby city when they were ambushed by a group of bandits. After making quick work of them, they found an old key with an arcane inscription they planned to get identified by a wizard when they made it to their destination.

As the night went on, Justin kept drinking and drinking and drinking. He drank so much that he began to lose track of what was going on, becoming disruptive to the Dungeon Master and the other players. He vaguely remembered fighting some guards before getting into an argument and leaving the dorm, walking around before completely blacking out.

When he awoke, Justin heard the rattling of chains. Looking down he saw that his hands were shackled in a pair of handcuffs, but even more importantly an enormous, heavy pair of breasts were hanging from his chest and obscuring his lower vision! Finding himself in some sort of dark, dank prison cell, he looked over his own body and saw a slender naked woman wearing nothing but socks with fair skin, a curvy ass, and long blonde hair wrapped in pigtails. Looking at his reflection in a puddle on the floor, he saw that he even had pointy ears as well. It fit the exact description of Yverenia, his elf princess cleric from Caves and Creatures! Confused and afraid, she had hours to get used to the terrifying situation of being stuck in an unfamiliar body in a terrifying location, trapped in a tiny room with nothing comfortable to sit on and no clothes to protect her from the chill.

When a guard walked past, breaking up the monotony, she rattled the thick iron bars and begged to know what was going on. Ogling the young elf maiden’s body (having not yet learned how to cover her shame) the guard called her some guttural racial slur and recalled dragging her into prison the previous night for public exhibition of nudity while being disruptively intoxicated.

After hearing this, Yverenia's stomach lurched. She thought she was going to be sick. Was she stuck in the fantasy world like this? She began grovelling to try and be let out, desperate to return to her old life again. Looking both ways, the guard leaned forward and whispered that even though he thought elves were the worst, he would let her free if she let him have his way with her. Considering her limited options, neither of them good, she sighed and invited her captor inside, getting onto her hands and knees and unbuckling his belt. She just hoped that it would just be over quickly. Perhaps she could even convince him to donate some clothes?