Arran didn't really take in his teacher's monologue - he was too focused on the warped reflection in the beaker. He stayed there, on his knees and quite unaware that his ass was hanging out, exposed to the world. With one of his newly feminine hands, Arran traced the contours of his new face. It felt real. Which wasn't entirely a good thing. He ran his fingers across the small nose and gave one of his a tug - pulling it away from his face for a second before letting go.<br/><br/>Real and soft.<br/><br/>He shook his head and forced his brain to catch up with the situation. The first thing he realized was the way he was displaying himself, so he turned around to face Master Jachym and quickly pulled the breeches up to his waist. They didn't even remotely fit, but he held them in place with one hand.<br/><br/>The transformed apprentice took a deep, calming breath, but the action just confused him even more. The strange weights on his chest felt out of place, and the sensation of his new nipples rubbing against the rough weave of his tunic almost drew his attention away again. But something Jachym had said held his attention.<br/><br/>"Seduce?" He asked pliantively, as the Mage turned to get a book, "Y-you mean..." Arran's brain was trying to work out why his teacher seemed so calm. This spell, this transformation was meant to help him get more mana. Which meant more sex. And he didn't see how looking like this was going to help him with the ladies. In fact, he wouldn't be able to have sex with them at all like this! It had to be a mistake. Yet Jachym wasn't acting like it.<br/><br/>"How will I seduce anyone like this?" Arran gave voice to his thoughts.<br/><br/>