Many attractive girls, and not much else

The first thing you notice upon entering the school is that all of its buildings are absolutely stunning. Knowing nothing about the school but what your parents read online, judging it solely on its architecture it seems to be very well off.

This second thing you notice, is that there are several cute girls walking around. Dressed in the school uniform consisting of a white button-up shirt, thigh high plain white socks, black Mary-Jane flats, a dark green jacket, and a pleated black and green skirt. A surprisingly short skirt at that. You had reservations about having to wear a uniform, but if this is what all the girls are gonna be wearing around you, maybe it won’t be so bad.

As you continue your walk to what seems to be the main building of the school, you start to notice that a lot of the girls seem to be looking at you very strangely. Almost like they’re excited about something. Big a smiles and the occasional giggles are seen and heard from a large number of them. You then start to realize that you haven’t seen a single other guy yet. In every direction you look it’s girls. Before you can really begin to process that bit of information, the doors to the building you’ve been approaching swing open.

“Mr. Heath McCoy I presume?” A tall, black haired, bespectacled busty woman stands at the entrance, staring at you. She’s dressed almost identically to all the girls you’ve seen so far, other than her pencil skirt and heels. Also like the other girls, she has a strange look on her face as she looks at you, though hers is less friendly somehow.

“Yes ma’am”. You respond with a nod. She lets off a big sigh, before turning back and heading inside.

“Come along now then, we have a lot to discuss.” She stops a few steps in, looking over her shoulder to make sure you’re following. You get the feeling you want to avoid getting on this woman’s bad side, and quicken your pace to match hers.

She leads you further inside, passing yet more girls as you do. As you look around you notice that the few members of the staff you can see are all female. You’re so busy looking around you almost bump into the lady leading you along. You look up, and see that she has entered a rather big office. On the door you note a label on the frosted glass, “Ms. Ophelia--Principal” She sits behind her desk, and gestures to a chair on the other side.

“Close the door on your way in please.” She requests. You do so, before sitting down across from your new principal.