Give him the high hat.

"Doo yoou knoow who my father is?!" As you fake the confidence of a snot nosed legacy brat you find yourself forming words more clearly. You begin to stretch, pushing out a rudimentary face and thin tendrils forming arms and simple hands. You feel a surge of confidence when you are literally looking down on Perlonious.

He looks up, flustered, "Hey! Don't get all hot and bothered. I was just jerking your chain. I mean, whaddya want me to tell you that you don't already know? You just seen it yourself, the more confident and willful you are, the easier it is to keep your shape. Here, put on this uniform and you'll firm up and look human. Class starts tomorrow, in the meantime just practice being butch, kid."

He tosses you the clothes and you feel a firm hand close around them in mid-air. This is all so new and frightening, but you are starting to get a "grip" on it. You are pretty sure your mask of face is smirking as you slip into your shirt. Through sheer dogged will, you step one wobbly leg, and then a firmer one into your pants and you feel like your old self. Though your old self was normally described as "cute" and "boyish" and that was by your mother. Bullies called you a sissy boy, but you always knew deep down you were a real man. Now you have a chance to prove it. "What's my room number, imp?"

He shrugs, used to the disrespect and almost seeming to welcome it. "Okay, killer, take it easy. You're in B201. Your roommate will help you get the lay of the land." You glare at him and watch him flinch a little. Satisfied you make your way to your room.

You see all sizes of students of what you assume are all manner of monsters. You see them sizing you up, and you **** yourself to hold your head high and meet their glares. Most seem surprised, and a few almost impressed that you aren't cowering, and you hope that you can manage to rise past your lowborn ranking to be peers with whatever the Hell these creatures are.

You finally make it to your dorm, your blood pumping...so to speak. You give a firm knock that makes your knuckles sting. You hear a gruff voice from behind the door. "Yeah, yeah give me a second!"