Arran had just been having the weirdest dream. He'd been chosen as the apprentice of a mage. Then transformed into a girl with short scruffy hair. And flashed his new tits to the common room of the Ploughed Field.<br/><br/>He yawned as he lay still in the bed. It was nice. Why was he in a bed? As Arran sat up and stretched, the reality of the situation became very apparent, with his B-cup breasts shifting a little with gravity.<br/><br/>"Fuck." What's worse, after a night's sleep he didn't have any better idea of what he was going to do avoid 'harvesting' mana for Jachym. Oh well, he was always good on his feet.<br/><br/>Quickly, he slipped into his fitted pants and pulled out one of his white shirts from the chest and pulled himself into it. He could have tied it up behind him, or tucked it in, or a few other ways to make it fit better, but he really didn't want to be seen as a girl or sexual. He just wanted to go unnoticed. Arran stuffed a small mountain of socks into each boot to help his feet fit. It still looked odd, what with the big boots on a slight girl, but at least he could mostly walk in the now.<br/><br/>Finally, he took a couple of mouthfuls of the cold soup, then tucked his coins into his overstuffed boots before going to slip out the inn and head back towards Jachym's household.