A Mentor in the Arcane Arts

“You mentioned being a mentor. Are you able to use magic?” I asked.

“Anyone in Seradyne is capable of using magic if they're studious enough, most don’t have the resources, time, or money to afford official instruction. Some take to the magic arts more than others, and some can cast more powerful magic than others. Given that the rules and arts of magic are detailed in the Atlas, and I have perfect knowledge of the Atlas’ contents, I am naturally well-versed in the arcane as well.”

“Ah, so you would be the perfect mentor for a spellsword.”

“Indeed I would, in fact you may find my instruction more helpful than even the most gifted mages, as I know things about magic that they have yet to discover. Your predecessor was particularly invested in the development of magic and its knowledge so he could learn it himself.”

“Oh, he wanted to be a mage too?”

“Yes, in fact he is renowned in Seradyne as being a very powerful and influential wizard. His disappearance will be seen as a great loss.”

I frowned. That honestly made me feel a bit sad. It only served to spark my determination to get the Quill back soon, however, and hopefully make Seradyne better than my grandfather had left it.

“In any case,” I cleared my throat and brushed away my somber thoughts, “I think having you be my mentor would make sense. Would it seem, um, improper in that case to be in a relationship with you as well?” I asked. The answer didn’t matter too much, as I planned on eloping with her regardless, it would just determine how secretive we had to be.

Amelie smiled her gorgeous smile. “You needn’t worry about that. Most people are more concerned about how healthy a relationship is than how ‘proper’ it is. And most people have a good sense of that sort of thing. As long as we do not pretend that you are abusing me there would be no issue.”

“Pretend?”

“You cannot **** me truly, Master. I am yours in whatever way you please. I am willing to act like an abused party if you prefer, however.”

The thought was strange, and more importantly not really my thing. “Eh, that’s fine. We’ll stick with casual fuck-buddies for now.” I replied, frankly.

“Mentor-and-student with benefits it is, then.” Amelie giggled. “The next matter, I think, is my own appearance. While I am perfectly satisfied with traveling with you in the nude, such might invite unwanted attention from the locals.”

That was an excellent point. “Well, let’s get to work and start by shaping you up.” I clapped my hands together. “I know I want you to be female, so no adjustments necessary there. But I am curious about what all the ladies of the various races look like. In particular the common races. Mind giving me a preview of what they might look like?”

Amelie nodded. “Easily.” She proceeded to show me all of the most common races in Seradyne. She left out humans, mainly because her preferred method of showcase was simply to show me how she would look if she were another race.

She started with the elves, for which she grew taller, about as tall as I had become, and lither. She looked more graceful with longer and sharper features and curves with proportions that were a bit more subtle and far less pronounced. She looked extremely soft, and when she offered to have me physically examine her I found that her skin was soft, almost silk-like. Her hair had changed color from its normal blood red to a strawberry blonde, which she explained by saying that red hair and darker hair colors in general were not common among elves. Those that had it likely had human ancestors.

I was entranced by the mysterious and almost haunting beauty of the elven form, its subtle grace combined with the sharply pointed ears and height (with the added bonus of long legs) were very attractive and obviously appealing.

I watched in amazement as she suddenly shifted the entirety of her skin to be dark grey in color, her eyes, while still bicolored, had changed so that one was red and the other purple. All of her hair changed to a snowy-white color including her brows but oddly not her lashes which remained black. Though her skin was fairly dark, her nipples were almost pitch black and managed to stand out against the rest of her form. She explained that this was the appearance of the Drow, who were a sister-species to the elves. Being a D&D fan, I was familiar with the concept, and was quite surprised to see that my grandfather had known about them.

The natural mysteriousness of the elf was enhanced by the darker colors, drow were beautiful as well in a more aggressive in a striking way. If this ended up being my choice I would have to make a note to have Amelie carry herself with more sass and independence.

Next, she showed me the typical dwarven body. It stood considerably shorter at about four feet tall but was much wider and solidly defined. It was clear that the proportionally thicker parts of the body were due almost entirely to muscle mass and not body fat. In nearly every way the dwarf body was the exact opposite of the elf body, most obviously in phenotype which was more solid and angular. I was happy to find that dwarven women were sans-beard, though Amelie informed me that their long hair was roughly the equivalent.

I had never thought I would be attracted to a dwarven woman, but I had to admit that at the very least Amelie made it look good. There was an appeal to the muscles and the wide curves that was difficult to deny.

Finally, Amelie went through the most dramatic change yet. Her appearance was still roughly human; however she shrank down to about half her normal height, probably not much more than three feet tall, but otherwise maintained her normal proportions, with the exception of her head. While the rest of her had roughly sized down about half its normal size, her head was about three-quarters of a standard human. In addition, her cheeks became a little rounder and her eyes seemed to sparkle even more. She explained that this was what the average halfling woman looked like.

I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about this one, or more specifically I wasn’t quite sure how I was supposed to feel about it. On the one hand the size difference was quite dramatic, on the other hand my cock would be enormous in comparison, and knowing that had a certain kind of appeal, as did the fact that her head was almost perfectly at crotch-height, which was convenient.

Once she had shown me all of these races, she returned to human form and smiled. “Which one appealed to you most, Master? I can also remain in human form if you prefer.”