Master Jachym Porphyrios Van Agthoven scowled at his spell book as he paged through it. He needed a very particular spell that he'd created as part of a drunken bet, his livelihood depended on it.<br/><br/>Jachym was a member of the Mage's Association, as all practicing wizards must be, and had fallen from the graces of the higher ups. His magical skills were without question, the man was a potent healer and shapeshifter after all, but his sponsors were worried about his lack of ethics in practice. He'd abused his shifting powers one too many times to find a woman in bars and had been researching very dangerous forms of transformation magic. As such his mana stipend had been reduced and he got assigned to a backwater town that could barely pay for a single healing spell per week. Without the mana to continue his research Jachym was in trouble.<br/><br/>This all changed when he'd happened upon a young warlock, the term for all non registered mages, in a bar and had offered to take him in as an apprentice. The man wouldn't have were it not for a particular skill the boy had, that of regenerating mana through sexual relations. In classic format the apprentice would donate his mana to the master in exchange for training in the mystic arts. However, Jachym had more than that planned. The male form was such a waste for the boy's talents so he'd been trying to find the spell he made to force a change in sex onto another person. He only had a scant few minutes left until the boy arrived for his second lesson, the first being how to transfer mana out of his body.<br/><br/>Cursing the mage continued turning pages as the minutes wore on.