Twenty-four hours ago, you were a man who had no idea magic existed, and now you're a woman in a world where it's a fact of life, wearing someone who not only used to be human, but was ostensibly responsible for quite a lot of what used to be human not being human, coming before a council of women who are about to - hopefully - make you some sort of magic cop.
Five women, all over fifty, as Christy had said, all of them built for their age. They look down at you with stern glares as you stand, Christy wrapped around you, what had been her wand in your hand. "How old are you?" says the elder witch in the middle.
"Twenty-four," you say.
"And your date of birth?"
You give it. "Oh, my," she says. "This would make you the single oldest new magical girl - do you realize that?"
Of course you don't, being from another world, but before you can answer, another woman speaks. "You have a strange essence about you," she says. "At first I thought you were a feminized man - not rare in this situation - but your essence suggests to me you were born a girl, yet also transformed, for the first and only time, from a man into a woman. Very strange. Which is it?"