Flustered Mrs. Juniper

You step into Mrs. Junipers office, not thinking to knock, and she whips her head around to meet your eyes, quickly blushing and turning her body away from you. She slaps a button on a machine and hurriedly pulls a cup off her chest, and it release with a loud pop. She coughs as she adjusts her clothing and slowly turns around. "I... have a medical condition. It is neccessary for me to be-" she loses her voice momentarily, interrupting her sentence. Uncertain, she starts up again, "Nevermind. It doesn't concern you."

You point to the machine behind her, questioning her with your eyes. She sighs, "Sit." you do as she says, waiting for an answer that seemingly will never come. Until she quietly, and very quickly, says, "It's an industrial milking machine."

She clears her throat, demanding your continued attention, but she swiftly moves on from the previous, and much more interesting topic. "Orientation. Welcome to St. Sappho's Girls School. I'm not exactly sure why you've been assigned here, but I do know that trying to move you has been a beaurocratic nightmare, so I've given up," she stands, beginning to walk around her desk. "I understand you've been moved into a dorm, we don't have any non-shared rooms, so I'm afraid you will have to bunk up with some of the girls until we find a better solution. I realise that at your age there can be temptations, but let me be clear," she is standing at your left shoulder, staring down at you, "I will have no unseemly actions taken against my little girls. Should you be completely unable to control yourself, you are to come to my office, and we will find a temporary solution." She licks her lips as she says the final words, "Am I understood, mister... What was it?" she eyes you inquisitively. "Just Alex." you smile, despite the strange and completely inappropriate 'orientation'.

"Alex. Please go see the head nurse, and then go straight to phys-ed. You will be thoroughly medically evaluated, and then Mrs. Olympia will evaluate your phsyical skills and place you in the appropriate level. Thank you for your time." she finishes succintly. "If you please, I need to... tend to myself." she begins unbuttoning her top, and you get the message.

"Oh, one more thing. You are likely not used to this, but at St. Sappho's, we technically have classes on all days, though you won't necessarily have classes on all days, and in fact, keep an eye on your schedule. It will change week to week." she says monotonally.