Admittance into St. Chronexia University

Dawn stepped off the bus, gazing up at the front gate of St. Chronexia University. A prestigious private university, St. Chronexia was an all-girls' college only five years ago, with the only men on campus being male staff members. But five years ago, the dean married, and her husband convinced her to open the campus up to male students as well. Being such a recent change, even now, five years later, St. Chronexia's alumni was only 20% male and 5% non-binary, meaning women were still the majority on campus. So you can imagine that Dawn was pretty psyched he got accepted!

The campus was largely self-sufficient. In fact, it was located on privately-owned grounds in California's middle of nowhere. The only town was miles away across desert, though a privately-owned beach belonging to the school was close enough to reach by walking or cycling. Thus, St. Chronexia's grounds were large enough to accommodate dorms, various entertainment facilities, stores, and it even had carts to ride across campus on and its own personal mailman!

After checking his ID card, the security guard at the gate let him in. Aside from his guitar case strapped to his back, Dawn only had the clothes on his back: A simple, loose tank top, a pair of white briefs, some baggy cargo shorts, and some flip-flops. The rest of his things had been sent ahead to be checked by campus security for contraband. The security guard had to do a double-take when he saw that his ID card listed him as male. With his scrawny build, long hair, and androgynous face, even the tall and imposing guard couldn't help but feel a blush come to his cheeks when he saw the little guy's nipple peaking out from the fallen strap of his tank top. He muttered "That's a guy's nipple, that's a guy's nipple" like a mantra to maintain his heterosexuality while he opened the gate for the little guy.

Pulling the piece of paper from his shorts pocket, Dawn looked at the instructions he was given on his admittance letter... Let's see... Ah, he had to go to the dean's office to check in. Heading across campus, Dawn could see that he was surrounded by mostly young, attractive, college-age girls. There weren't many men who weren't older staff members. A lot of them were looking at him, giggling. Probably at how small and girly he looked. Ugh...

The main office building contained most of the school's administrative offices, though the nurse's office was a separate building. Though from what he'd heard online, it was less a nurse's office and more a clinic. Due to how isolated the campus was, it was equipped with enough equipment and medical staff that it was effectively a small hospital.

Compared to the student body, the office staff had a more equal ratio of genders. In fact, the secretary at the front desk was a rather attractive man who looked straight out of a men's health magazine. He lifted his glasses at seeing Dawn walk up.

"What can I do for you, little lady?" he asked in a smooth, suave voice with a European accent that Dawn couldn't place. Was that Welsh?

"Not a little lady," he deadpanned, crossing his arms over his flat, androgynous chest. "Name's Dawn Bennett. Here to check in."

Showing no visible reaction, not even an apology, for Dawn being a guy, the secretary typed on his computer a bit. "Oh, right! You're right on time! Good on ya! We like punctuality here at St. Chronexia's! Dean Iglesias'll see you now, little guy."

Rolling his eyes, Dawn turned to the office door that the secretary pointed him to, giving it a knock.

"Come in!" a female voice called.