All the stores at the old mall you used to go to seem to be closing down, except for a very small and unassuming one: Beatrice's TFs R Us. Intrigued, you enter the store, which is full of trinkets, books, and old parchments. Behind the counter is a statuesque woman with raven black hair and piercing green eyes. She looks up to you when she hears the door chime, lifting her eyes from an old book.

Oh, you found this store? Impressive. I thought there were no more magic users in this boring old town. I'm Beatrice, at your service. Tell me, were you looking for a transformation for yourself, or someone else?