Bookworm

You look at the face in the mirror, and feel a bit downhearted. Although you're nowhere near ugly, there is a distinct plain feeling to your looks. You wear you dark brown hair just short enough to brush your slight shoulders, so that it frames your heart-shaped face nicely. As you push your glasses further up your reasonably-proportioned nose (they have magics to correct sight, the spell is too complex for a novice to do, and hiring someone to do it is very expensive) You check out your lean figure in the T-Shirts and sweats I'm wearing. Although you're average height at 5'8", your frame makes you look a little taller than that. You press your arms against your chest to push your breasts together; the b-cup bra making them look bigger than they were.

Although it's easy to admit you're not a knockout, you've so far avoided using magic to enhance your looks. Apart from the expense, you always hear stories about some woman who exploded out of her top with a breast-enhancement spell, or went on an orgy because a spell to improve her body made her into a slut!

But you will admit that you've been tempted in "improving myself", especially for Jason McCardy. He'd been one of the jocks in High School who I'd tutored in Geography, and it took a lot of effort to not cream myself when he flashed that brilliant white smile your way. He's here at Madison U, doing an athletics scholarship. Maybe you should get some work done, and then maybe you two could...

Okay, {firstname}, get your mind out of the gutter, you've gotta get unpacked. Then you can see about enrolling on your course.