<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"><b><u>GM To Kay Stevens</u></b></span><br/>Sophia would look a little puzzled for a second before a polite smile returned to her face. Her black latex encased hand would give your latex encased thigh a comforting squeeze as she said<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">"Kay... You should not hold on to hope like that. If you are here, if you've been sorted into The Order, then whatever has happened to you is very much permanent. Had this been some sort of reversible condition, you would have never been brought into this realm. And getting into The Order has nothing to do with entrance exams or academic aptitude. The sorting pedestal looking into YOU, your mind, and determined that you were meant to be here. If you are here, then this is all you. Why, I can't say, but you are here nonetheless."</span>She would look a bit sorry for you, afraid that perhaps the harsh truth of your new reality would hurt you, and hurting you definitely wasn't her intention. She would add after a moment of silence<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">"And, by the way, there is magic to help you in terms of being taller, or gaining muscle mass or whatnot. You can't do it too often since abusing magic comes at a real cost, but a one time thing, just to get your started is definitely something you can do if you feel you'd prefer being taller, or have better muscle tone or the such... That being said, I don't think you have anything to be ashamed of..."</span>