Boy at a Girls Private School

The Beginning

"Steven, it's time to go!" Steven's mom yells. "No!" he replies. I don't wanna go to a stupid girls boarding school! I'm a boy!" "You have to. It's the only one that would let you join mid year!" Steven's mom states. "Fine" Steven says grudgingly. He had already had a tour of the school, so when he got there he would set up his stuff in his room, which he shares with five other people. Well those people would be girls, because it's an all girls school. His single mom never went away, but when she did, Steven was usually allowed to come, because it was always too long for a babysitter. Usually it was summer, but this time it was January and she would get back August, her longest trip yet. He wasn't allowed to come because her boss was fed up with him causing mischief while on the business trips.
Anyway, as his mom pulled, he saw the headmaster walk towards them so as he got out, Steven stuck his head straight down. "Hello there Steven" said Headmaster Barbara Gabriel. "Hello Mrs. Gabriel" Steven mumbled back. " Don't be nervous Steven" she replied ecstatically. He said goodbye his mom, hugged her and walked into the school with Mrs. Gabriel. "Go get your uniform, it's waiting at reception" Mrs. Gabriel said. "There should be three uniforms in the bag" Steven obliged, shuffling over to reception. "Steven Davidson?" the receptionist asked with a giggle. "Yep" he replied. She handed him the bag and a key. "You're in room 534" the receptionist said with another giggle. Steven walked up the stairs, found his room and walked in 3 rooms and a table. Each room had a bunk. One bottom bunk had a post it note with his name on it. The room itself was horrendous. Pink, with shirtless movie stars and some other shirtless guys plastered everywhere. He laid down on his half of he bunk. Of course, a shirtless guys plastered right above him. He carefully took it off, not wanting to upset his roommates, and taped it on the wall behind him. A woman with short hair and stern looking glasses walked in. "I'm Ms. Sanderson, your floor advisor. Put on your uniform and head to dinner. Your room sits at table 14." She then walked out. Steven was a bit bewildered, but opened the bag. To his horror, a skirt and blouse were in it. And two more sets just like it.