"You must stay in metal form while in the college foundry, for your own protection."
To demonstrate, her pink skin ripples and changes hue, becoming grey steel that matches her limbs.
Shrugging off your human form is a blessing. As your flesh hardens and turns to cold stone, the torturous heat abates. The choking fumes no longer matter as your breathing ceases. Your nudity is sti embarrassing and you still cup your groin, though you feel slightly less phased now that you resemble a statue more than a human.
The students are slipping into their alternate forms. There are quite a few irons, a bronze, what might be lead, even a girl made of silver. A few of them are staring at you, and the boy beside you hides a snort of amusement. "Is that... granite?"
"So what if it is?"
"Mate, you do know granite isn't a metal, right?" he teases.
The Professor looks at you with something resembling pity. "Now now, Emmanuel, some of us aren't quite advanced as others. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"I'm not ashamed!" you exclaim indignantly.
"Well good for you," she says soothingly. "Emmanuel, I notice you haven't changed yet. Why don't you go ahead and show the class what you can do."
You don't think you've ever seen anybody look quite so smug as he focuses his powers and his dark skin is enveloped beneath a wave of lustrous molten gold. His naked body shimmers golden-red in the light from the furnaces. The class takes a collective intake a breath, awed. Even Sweetstone is speachless. The Gold Order wizards' love for their namesake metal is legendary.
Unable to restrain herself, Sweetstone runs her trembling robotic hands over the young man, uttering "remarkable. Truly remarkable. And so soft. So malleable." Her fingertips caress him lightly, as if afraid of tarnishing him. Emmanuel seems to relish the attention, especially as her fingers stroke down his stomach, heading towards his gilded ballsack.
At the last moment, she seems to snap back to her senses and draws away from him, though reluctantly. The female half of the class eye him up lustfully. Any more wet and they'll start to rust. "Really... rather beautiful," Sweetstone says breathlessly, absently twirling the steel wire of her hair around her finger, before finally regaining a little composure and announcing that the tour has begun.
"But stone is great too," Emmanuel whispers sarcastically, falling into line beside you.
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