Well that question was easy to answer, thought Arran as Jachym finished the circuit. He wanted power, and he wanted it now. Learning more would help him get that; helping pay off a mana-debt would not.<br/><br/>"I would have the lesson, teacher." He said, wanting it to sound all formal - but his voice squeaked as he said the final word. Damn it. That hadn't happened since he'd gone through puberty. And it made him look foolish and less manly in front of the important and serious Mage. What rotten timing.<br/><br/>He was frowning at himself as he waited for the lesson to begin when the warmth surrounding him seemed to change. The gentle feeling suddenly exploded in bright, white scalding pain, as if every nerve on the surface of his body were simultaneously struck by lightning. No, not just across his skin, the pain was inside him too.<br/><br/>He should have fallen, should have screamed, should have black-out from all-encompassing feeling of hurt. His body and mind should have shut down to protect itself. But that didn't happened. Instead, as he sat, locked rigidly upright on the stool, with every muscle on his body screamingly tensed, the only sound that escaped his throat was a high pitched wheeze.<br/><br/>Then it started getting weird. He couldn't blink, couldn't turn his head to look anywhere but straight forward, but he felt something happening. His skin, still in blazing pain, was crawling and squeezing him. His insides were moving and shifting around inside him. His brain felt like it was being crushed by the most brutal headache he could imagine - the pain pressing out against his skull. At the same time, his joints felt wrong,and the bones next to them too. Twisting.<br/><br/>After more moments that felt like ages, the burning sensation intensified around his nipples and his cock. To Arran's considerable surprise, his dick came to life and quickly found itself standing tall, despite the intense pain coursing over it. Then the amount pain started to decrease around his penis, and at the same time increase around his nipple. It wasn't that it hurt more or less, but rather that there was more to be in pain.<br/><br/>Then suddenly it was over. The pain gone and his muscles relaxed. You'd think after all that he'd feel some after effects, but there was nothing. Only a memory of white hot heat. Arran reached up to rub the back of his head and groaned. The groan surprised him. Not because he'd done it, but because of the sound. It sounded to high... almost like a girl.<br/><br/>He stood suddenly, and just as suddenly fell to the ground as he cheap breeches fell to the ground and tangled around his ankles. He landed with a huff on his bottom and stared at the legs that had betrayed him. Women's legs. And between then there was nothing - no cock, no balls, just a bush of curly brown hair. He reached out tentatively to feel, and was just a surprised to see the hand and arm attached to it were equally female. Realization dawned, and Arran quickly pulled the, now loose, tunic awake from his chest and looked down at two perky breasts crowned with small dark nipples. Desperately, he crawled with his ankles till snared in the pants, over to one of the table and tried to see his reflection in one of the glass beakers. In it he saw a pretty, fine featured girl. It looked a little like one of his sisters, except with his shock of short brown hair.<br/><br/>He blinked then swallowed and turned to look at Jachym.<br/><br/>"What-" Arran broke off as he heard the strange alto voice that came from his throat. "What went wrong?"<br/><br/><br/>