A Stone tower

You stumble onto your face, it feels like you've just stepped off a long voyage at sea, everything seems to be moving while you stay still. You're glad you hadn't eaten since leaving home almost 4 hours ago as you would have certainly thrown up anything in your stomach. Tritera walks in behind you casualy.

Tritera : "Welcome to Brawford! Home of the Wizard's guild and... not much else"

You slowly and carefully rise to your feet, moving your head more than a few inches at a time without passing out still taking a concerted effort.

Tritera : "Alright, you'll have your first class in four days which should give us enough time to get you.... ready."

Jacub : "What does getting ready entail? Do I need to buy a special wand/staff? Gather a bunch of books for my classes? Maybe adopt a cute animal companion?"

Tritera looks confused .

Tritera : "Honey, they're sticks, they fall off of trees. It's going to take us ten minutes to find you a good stick. We could have gotten a perfectly serviceable one in your backwa- charming village. You'll grow a preference for size eventually but for now just grab a new one in the yard each day."

You're a little disappointed you kind of liked the idea of having your own special stick.

Tritera : "The classes have all the written material you'll need, wielding magic isn't really something you can learn in a book. Everyone casts every spell different, it's more about learning what works for you. We have a senior Sorcerer, one of our most powerful wizards and I swear to you he has to grab his cock to walk through a mirror. Does it every time, even has special trousers made to be more subtle, but I know. It's the best thing you've ever seen."

The conspiratorial way she confides this in you puts you a little more at ease.

Tritera : "Now a cute animal companion I can endorse but the dorms don't allow them. That's where you'll be living in four days, which is our real problem. You see the dorms are gender segregated and you're going to be on the Sorceress side of things..."

She trails off, as if daring you to square that particular circle. You obstinately stayed quiet, she was going to have to spell out what she had in mind.

Tritera : "Listen kid, you're not going to like this but that transfiguration spell is going to need to come down. We can take it down here, in my office in private where it is safe and quiet and I have clothing that might fit your true form. Or it's going to come down randomly the first time you step too close to any of a dozen spells that reveal transfiguration magic. At the very latest right outside the girl's dormitory that is charmed specifically against gender fakery, albeit for precisely the opposite type of fakery. And then you're going to be a woman, in clothes that don't fit trying to pilot a foreign body after drawing a tremendous amount of attention to yourself."