“Could I become a mummy?” You ask the head mistress. She seems interested. “Yes. It isn’t a very common request. Please stand over here”. She directs you to a circle in the middle of the office.
She begins saying a few words and you feel something off. Ceramic Jars appear in front of you. A goo falls out of your nose which you realize is your brain. You soon don't breathe, or feel your heartbeat, or have feel hunger. Your main organs going into the jars.
You feel yourself drying out quickly, and filled with cotton. You begin to smell like herbs, and your body is wrapped in linen bandages. A golden mask of your face before becoming a mummy is placed over your head.
Unable to speak you find you can still communicate telepathically.
“It is done” the head mistress says. A mirror is wheeled out and you see yourself. A dried out version of who you used to be, covered in bandages with a golden face.
“For your own protection and for the protection of the other students You will not tell others about what you were before. Your family is an exception. Is that clear?” You nodded.
“Good. Feel free to go to your new dorm facility. Hopefully you will find your time here educational and enjoyable”.
“Thank you” you tell her, and go to make your way to your dorm and see what the school has to offer.