She's surprisingly... quirky.

The office looked less like a threadbare place of business and more like a teenager's personal desk in their bedroom. Posters on the walls advertised bands and models consisting of both hunky males and curvaceous females, rather than a calendar or motivational poster of a kitten hanging on. A trash can in the corner was filled to the brim with Coca-Cola cans, while a mini fridge in another corner looked to be in range to wheel over from the desk in the center without getting up. It even had a microwave on top of it, with an electric hot plate and electric kettle full of water on top of that. Shelves had manga volumes, comic books, video game physical copies, and figurines that reminded Dawn of an otaku or gamer nerd's bedroom. A widescreen TV against one wall had an entertainment center under it that held several video game consoles, controllers, and accessories. Against the opposite of the wall with the TV was a simple sofa, no doubt for comfy viewing/gaming. The desk was covered in pizza boxes, microwavable meal and ramen cup containers, and empty soda cans, but no actual paperwork. The PC on one side of the large desk had three monitors, something Dawn didn't think anyone but hardcore gamers (of the "Gamer" identity kind) with disposable incomes used. The only thing missing from the office to make it look like a shut-in twenty-something's bedroom was a bed to sleep on, but Dawn wasn't gonna rule out it being hidden somewhere to save space and keep up the appearance of an office.

Seated at the desk was what had to be Dean Iglesias, but Dawn had to do a double-take at the sight of her. He'd heard that the owner of St. Chronexia University had remarried several years ago. Her surname, which didn't change after her second marriage, sounded Hispanic. From what little he could glean of Dean Iglesias off the Internet, she had had kids from her previous marriage. This woman, however, looked way too young for any of that! She couldn't be past her early to mid-twenties, and she looked half-Hispanic at most! Her hair was long, straight, and chestnut brown, with a few loose hairs that gave her a quirky look. Deep blue eyes that looked almost purple smiled at him, matching the pleasant smile on her pretty face. She was wearing a black pinstripe suit with the jacket left opened down to the center button, while the white collared blouse under it struggled to contain a bust that was so huge, she was resting it on what little space she had on the surface of her desk. Actually, judging from how she was even able to do that, it struck Dawn she might be on the short side, though he couldn't tell from how her lower half was hidden behind her desk. Her bust was large enough that it flowed on top of the arms she had crossed and resting on the desk. She looked delighted to see him, despite how bewildered he looked at the sight of her.

"You must be Dawn Bennett! My secretary told me you'd arrived, and right on time!" she chirped, causing Dawn to have to do a mental spit-take at how cute and childish her voice sounded. It was like the kind of cutesy voice he'd hear in cartoon voice acting, but it sounded completely natural to her. "I'm Conchita Iglesias, dean of St. Chronexia University! My friends call me Connie, but you~" the lilt sent tingles up Dawn's spine, "can call me Headmistress!"

"...Headmistress? Not dean?" Dawn wasn't really sure how to react to this woman. He was expecting some old matron, and now he was thrown completely off guard.

She huffed, a visible pout on her face as she hiked her crossed arms, causing a noticeable bounce to the bust resting on them. Was she wearing a bra, or not? "I know, my official position is dean, but my administrative duties are running this entire school at the tippy-top level, so it's not really a title used to its exact definition..." She redirected her gaze back at him, a cheeky grin on her round cheeks. "Headmistress just makes me sound like I have more authority, right? It's got more of an experienced and mature sound to it than dean!"

Dawn stood there in front of Dean Igle-The Headmistress's desk, arms crossed over his flat, androgynous chest as he cocked an elegant brow at her. "...Is that something you've got problems with?"

She giggled, sending ripples through the boobs struggling against the prison bars of her business suit's buttons. She brought her hand to cover her mouth while she giggled, like some coquettish schoolgirl. "Duh! I'm only twenty-four! Some of these professors think of me as another student sometimes!" She lowered her hand from her mouth, lightly drumming on an empty bag of chips on her desk. "I'm still new to this position, ya know? Mom retired just at the start of last school year and put me in charge! Can ya believe that? Go easy on me, okay?" She pouted again.

"Uh, sure..." Wow, this woman was throwing him for a loop. "Anyway, I'm Dawn Bennett. I'm here to check in?"

"Oh, sure!" She jumped, causing a noticeable bounce to her chest, then stuck her tongue out and bonked herself on the head with her knuckles. "Sorry, I can be a bit of a space case sometimes! It's so nice to have a secretary and all the files in our database!" She turned to her PC, typing on the keyboard and moving and clicking her mouse. Dawn noticed that her keyboard was strategically placed on her desk so there was space for her huge tits. "Mom told me about a time where they had to do everything with filing cabinets and everything! Why don't you strip while I pull up your student file?"

"Wait, strip?" What.

Not phased at all, the Headmistress didn't even look up from her computer. "Uh-huh! We have a strict dress code here at St. Chronexia's! Uniforms and everything! Seriously stuffy, amiright? I tried to get the uniforms abolished when I was instated, but the board overruled me. Ugh. Anyway, just strip down, put your clothes on my desk for safekeeping, and I'll give you your new uniform! It's in a box right under my desk, specially tailored to ya and everything!"

...And he had to strip in front of this woman who was only six years older than him? Was this a prank of some kind?