Nut stands in front of the class, his body hidden beneath your botched illusion. His arms are up-stretched, fingers splayed and split into many long, thin branches weighed down by a thousand green leaves that rustle in a non-existent wind. His body is female, naked and elven with small breasts dappled beneath the shade of his foliage. His skin is dark, woody brown, with the midriff you had pictured as being so soft mottled with bark. Part way down his legs, his thighs merge into roots that snake through the classroom beneath desks and between the floorboards. The face however is still the bearded, middle-aged face of Professor Walmut.
"Not to worry, Mead," Nut says encouragingly, ignoring the snickering of the class. "Targeting aside, you've demonstrated a very successful illusion, including full sensory immersion. It...genuinely feels like my feet are rooted to the spot," he grunts, wriggling his body as he tries to loosen the deep roots sunk into the ground. "In fact I can feel the cool breeze blowing through... my leaves... Very, ah... yes, very pleasant... in... fact."
"S-sir?"
"Mmhh?" he murmurs. "Oh! Of course, the dispel spell!" He begins to struggle, his branches rustling but his arms remaining locked in their skyward position as resolutely as if they actually were made from wood. "Ngh! If only I could move my... move my... my arms... I..."
His words trail into nothing and his face grows dreamlike and distant.
The classroom falls silent. Anne, seeing an opportunity, bounces a ball of paper off Nut's head, but it does nothing to bring him back from whatever imaginary forest he is currently planted.
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