Tera Larenn, a tall, willowy elf with long dark blonde hair, stood in a large stone chamber deep within the Highpoint Academy of the Supernatural. A silver ring was worked into the stone of the floor, and she had set a handful of glass jars containing a few plants and other odds and ends around it in specific locations.
Her uniform was rumpled, and there were bags under her eyes from a lack of sleep, the collar askew, the grey blouse partially untucked, the skirt rumpled, even her tights slightly uneven.
She yawned cavernously as she turned to a battered wooden table playing host to a few sticks of faintly glowing chalk, some jars of various reagents, her battered backpack, a cup of coffee, and a pile of spiral notebooks, one of which was open, revealing diagrams and very densely packed writing in a small hand, cramped onto the page written in ballpoint pen.
A couple of printouts lay tucked into the notebooks pages, one of them pulled out and held down by a jar of some glittering dust.
She collected this, leaving the page loose, and began laying the dust out in a series of curlicues, stopping every so often to double-check her writing and measure the result with a ruler.
She stopped to down a drink of the coffee, only to cause a slurping noise as she drained it of the last dregs, wincing a little.
She sighed, and went back to it.
Finally, she had the various jars, reagents and other elements set up to her satisfaction, and stood outside the circle, and yawned cavernously.
There was a click, and she spun around, as the door slid open. The page once weighed down by the jar of dust was now loose, and blew off the table as someone stepped in.
unobserved by Tera, the page blew through the room, brushing one of the delicate curlicues of dust into a slightly different shape before coming to rest on the other side of the room.
Tera was transfixed, as her professor, Merl Corundum, walked in. Corundum was a Trow. She was shorter than Tera by a few inches, and more buxom. Her grey-green skin was smooth and unblemished apart from some darker grey freckles on her nose and cheeks. Her eyes were bright green, and her hair was white and glossy, hanging loose around her head.
She was in a deep grey suit with green trim, open enough to reveal not only a bit of deep grey cleavage, but a hint of green lace right at the edge of the open lapels.
Her legs were darker, with green hose, and her heels clicked on the floor of the ritual chamber as she walked in.
"Did you get any sleep?" she asked, her voice a deep contralto full of concern for her student.
"I uh, wanted to finish..." Tera was interrupted by a cavernous yawn... "...finish the working first. I'll sleep later." she said.
"I have no complaint with your academic performance, miss Tera, it won't hurt you to take
some
rest." the Trow professor said, taking a seat on a wooden chair on the other side of the room. "Extra credit is not worth working yourself to exhaustion." she said.
"I had an inspiration." Tera said, stepping into the middle of the circle. "I figured out how to circumvent the uh... thermodynamic mass principles, temporarily, anyway." she said.
Her eyes pulsed with light, her gold-brown hair flying up as if electrified, and the dust and silver of the circle erupted into blue light.
Professor Corundum sighed. "Go ahead then, dear. Let's see what you have, but after this you are getting some rest. You keep working yourself nearly to exhaustion, and that can't be good for you." she said.
There was a sharp crackle from the ring, the smell of ozone and metal filled the air, and then a tingle ran up Tera's back.
Another, more insistent static tingle ran along her limbs, and then buzzed strangely between her legs.
Tera was trans, alchemy and careful spellwork had ensured she was as close to her own ideal as possible, an ideal which included her dick, which now buzzed with the same magic crackling along her limbs, hardening and pressing firmly and a little uncomfortably against her panties.
Then she felt a sharp shock along her extremities and yelped.
Her feet slipped out of her shiny uniform shoes, as she rose into the air, her skirt and hose too, slipped down a bit. She yelped, grabbing them.
"Oh no." she said as another shock pulsed through her, sending a frisson of warm pleasure through her with it.
Her dick got harder, the room seemed to suddenly grow larger, and her pantyhose and her skirt were suddenly far too loose, and she was in danger of being exposed in front of miss Corundum, who'd stood up and approached the circle, watching dispassionately.
"Was this... planned, Tera?" she asked.
