Andrew found himself back in his Alchemical Reagents class, sitting and working his way through another concoction. Fortunately, he had actually brought his proper binder this time, so there was (hopefully) no risk of him making some other part of his body detach. He carefully measured out the materials, trying his level best not to have any sort of issue this time. Unfortunately, that came with the downside of him going slower than most of his classmates. Some others had moved on to other projects or reviewing older material.
He was barely even paying attention, but one conversation caught his attention. A few tables back, someone said "This Pyroclene is useful, but do you think there are options outside of the standard? Could we set a differing time frame? Triggers with environmental factors? Imagine, gold that becomes iron in temperatures below 50 F." Andrew felt his blood run cold, glancing back and seeing the lump of iron on their table.
"Uhh, Prof.? I need to run to the bathroom real quick." The prof. waved him off, and he started toward the door. Unfortunately, he wasn't quite fast enough.
"Sectunisco," the other student spoke. Andrew was mid-step when the transformation hit. She tripped over the legs of her pants and managed to make it to the door and rush out. Hopefully no one noticed that.
She dashed to the bathroom and found herself reaching for the women's room by default. She froze, considering. If she went in there, it would be weird when she walked out. But if she went into the men's room, there could be boys in there... She couldn't imagine walking past a boy using the urinal or something.
Huffing, she pressed into the women's room. She could deal with this when she had her dick back on. She hurried into a stall and then locked it, then reached into her pants for her dick.
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