Thrade was always a brown noser, molding his personality to fit his tutors in the Arch-Magos Academy. It was there that the half-elf learned to make himself more appealing to the lecherous professors who saw to his education. He kept the icy blue eyes and shocking white hair. His broad shoulders kept some of their form even as he slimmed his figure down. His sharp cheekbones and jawline only slightly smoothed above an elegant neck. The apprentice transmuted himself into a more demure figure. His innate brawn was finely shaped to swooping hourglass, the young man far weaker and, by his own miscalculated bodycraft, clumsier than the person he once was.

He still enjoyed the thrill of taking control of his own body, transforming the young man into a tempting seductress. Thrade was still, as when he first began to experiment with body transmutation, a lazy bum in other focuses. He will often use that feminity to get what he wants cheap and easy. highly intelligent and charming, he lacks much in forethought and leads himself into trouble. Coupled with a weak body and a bad habit of forgetting crucial details makes for a chaotic and unreliable young adventurer.

Not having much interest in women outside of friendship, Thrade figured he was simply not lucky in finding the right girl. He'd deny it, but as he's gone about manipulating and doing some "light" favors for his professors... and academy guards... and the more harder working apprentices, Thrade has grown a taste for masculine men.

Under his skirt, tight shorts hug wide hips and a perky, rounded ass. The mage boy's choice of shorts and skirt doing little to hide the large bulge and thick length pressed across his hip. That sensitive, pulsing cock only reliably hardening for shady, perverted men. Its only use now drumming against Thrade's taut tummy as his latest male aquaintance makes use of that finely crafted pair of blushing pale boibuns.