As you are looking through your due paperwork, you suddenly find an unusual piece of paper you don't think you've seen before. "'College of Trust', what in the world is that?" you wonder. The rest of the paper is almost blank. You figure you sign the silly looking contract before throwing it in the shredder. As you put your pen on the paper, your mind wanders to something that happened earlier that day in the gym locker room. Some guys were making fun of your penis size. No real reason for it, according to you, your size is just fine. As you set your pen on the sheet, you suddenly find the world around you warping away.
Once the blur before your eyes fade, you suddenly find yourself walking in the middle of a courtyard. In front of you, a large building looms, a university of sorts. Around you, you see a group of men and women your age walking alongside you. they all carry school bags, and you notice you are carrying one as well. You're highly bewildered and somewhat scared of what suddenly happened, but you keep walking with the group as though nothing happened. The school before you seems to be named the "College of Trust." Was the contract magical; are you now enrolled here?
You enter the school together with the students around you and follow everyone to a large auditorium. An odd-looking banner is placed, saying "Welcome to penis studies" with crudely-drawn penises hanging around it. You figure it must have been somekind of prank, though the few teachers you see don't seem to notice it. You take a seat in the back and wait for the presentation to start. You figure you'll just sit this out and then leave. You don't have anything important to do today anyway, but you're curious how the magic of this school works. You're worried you may not be able to leave, though...
The lights dim a bit and an older woman walks on the stage. She starts speaking into a microphone, but her words surprise you: "Welcome, everyone, to the College of Trust. You have signed up for this school because you all share a common passion: phalluses. The coming four years, your group will learn everything there is to know about penises, ranging from biology and evolution to culture and taboos. Once you graduate four years from now, you will be able to name every portion of the human penis and know their function. Those among you who have a penis will be able to perfectly use them, and those who don't will become experts in giving pleasure. Whether you will become a doctor or a prostitute, I believe each and every one of you will have a bright future."
The director then explains some general rules about the school. A few phrases stick out as important: "while studying here, you will not be able to leave school grounds. We have provided sleeping places ..." You become worried. You decide to stay incognito for a while and play along, as your curiosity deepens.
After the presentation, you get a folder detailing everything he needs to know about your new school. You also learn what class you have to go to first. What class is this?