[He doesn't take on a bipedal form either. Absolutely nothing happens as Nagisa stands there, calm and focused.]
Mmmnn...
[Maybe he needs to try it from a different angle. All monsters are different, even those that belong to the same species. His mind is not Reira's, so it stands to reason that his transformations have different triggers.]
[He tries thinking about becoming shorter. He thinks about swimming, about having two legs that he can kick out through the water like a frog. He tries thinking about the fauns and satyrs of Greco-Roman myth. None of these things have any effect whatsoever.]
[He cracks an eye open, turning his head just a little to look over his shoulder. Maybe there's some kind of visible sign that he can't feel. Like some kind of magical transformation glow. There's not, but it was worth a check. So he closes his eye and faces foreward again.]
[This time, he tries the simplest, most straightforward answer he can think of. He envisions himself in a bipedal form. He can clearly see himself in his mind's eye...]
[It does absolutely nothing. He's going to stand there for like five minutes and absolutely nothing is going to happen. But god is he trying. He's trying so hard.]
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[He does not turn into a foal.]
[Bad news!]
[He doesn't take on a bipedal form either. Absolutely nothing happens as Nagisa stands there, calm and focused.]
Mmmnn...
[Maybe he needs to try it from a different angle. All monsters are different, even those that belong to the same species. His mind is not Reira's, so it stands to reason that his transformations have different triggers.]
[He tries thinking about becoming shorter. He thinks about swimming, about having two legs that he can kick out through the water like a frog. He tries thinking about the fauns and satyrs of Greco-Roman myth. None of these things have any effect whatsoever.]
[He cracks an eye open, turning his head just a little to look over his shoulder. Maybe there's some kind of visible sign that he can't feel. Like some kind of magical transformation glow. There's not, but it was worth a check. So he closes his eye and faces foreward again.]
[This time, he tries the simplest, most straightforward answer he can think of. He envisions himself in a bipedal form. He can clearly see himself in his mind's eye...]
[It does absolutely nothing. He's going to stand there for like five minutes and absolutely nothing is going to happen. But god is he trying. He's trying so hard.]