Yes, but K-T feels like his aunt omitted an important detail.

The sleak silver car and aggressive driving of his aunt got them to their destination 20 minutes earlier than she had announced. They had exited the highway and drove to the outskirts of Glennsville. Here, they went along a huge area surrounded by a very high cast iron fence with pointy bits on top and soon they reached a tall gate and as they drove through it K-T could read what was written in shiny bronze letters on the curved cast-iron arch.

SAINT LUCY COLLEGE FOR GIRLS
FOUNDED IN 1823

"Aunt Jill... You remember that I'm a boy, right? Please tell me you don't plan on having me pretend to be girl to attend here..." he asked her. He was beginning to have really bad feeling about this thing.

"Don't worry, it won't come to that. This used to be a girl college but the government's last regulation is pushing all single gender school to become co-ed because of complaints about discrimination. It was a bit harder here because of the history of the place, but like I said before they will be delighted to have you. We just have to deal with a few administrative hurdles and everything will be OK.

The campus was thankfully deserted it being the middle of the summer break. They parked in front of admin building and the two cars already here were the only sign of human presence so far.

In a sense K-T was relieved of the absence of students, he wouldn't have liked to have to walk around in only a t-shirt in a girl's college. Even if they made the place co-ed next year there would probably still be a lot more girls than boys around campus. He hadn't been lucky in high school, often too much the butt of a joke or bullies target to be taken seriously by girls. Living on campus as one of the only few boys, in a very selective environment where no one would know of him and his history of humiliation, there were good chances of him getting himself a girlfriend or at least a bunch of dates.

Led by his aunt, they entered the admin building and went to the dean's office.

"Jill! And this must be Kyle-Thomas," said a matronly 50 something woman wearing a strict long dress and a blazer who greeted them in the waiting room of the office.

"Maggie, so nice to see you. Everyone calls him K-T by the way. K-T do sit down, Maggie and I have a few things to discuss," said his aunt while hugging her friend.

K-T was able to remain decent while standing and managed to keep his junk hidden with the front of his t-shirt while on the chair next to the door, but on the sides it was pretty obvious that he was bottomless.

"Jill, what is..."

"Don't worry Maggie, I'll explain. He's the solution to our little problem."

They both entered the office and pushed the door behind them, but it didn't close completely and by leaning K-T could hear them inside.