Unexpected surprise at dorm

It was time to head back to the dorm if only to gather your stuff before moving to your new house. Plus, you still had a English paper to iron out.

As you were waiting at a stop light, you heard your phone ringing. Given this time of night, you couldn't who could be calling. Once you saw the caller ID, however, you couldn't help but sigh. It was your parents. If there was anyone that you couldn't care less to talk to then your parents, your mom especially, you hadn't discovered them yet. Ever since you had started shaving your head and come out of the closet, your bible thumping mother would not stop trying to "correct" your behavior. At least you could tolerate talking to your dad, though, since he never tried to **** you to change yourself. He just would not stop trying to get you and your mom to act a bit civilized with each other and mend your relationship and as much as you understood his love for the both of you, you just weren't ready to cross that bridge yet. After composing yourself, you hit the answer button.

"If the person on the other end of this line isn't my big adorkable father, I'm hanging up."

"That's just mean. I'm a huge adorkable dad."

*sigh* "Hey dad. To what do I owe this sudden phone call? Don't tell me mom's on her way here again to try and veer me away from becoming a spawn of the devil, because I've told the dorm manager not to let her in if you aren't with her."

"Oh nothing like that. In fact, it's about your sister, Catherine."

Hearing your sister's name briefly put a smile on your face. Catherine was your eighteen year old sister. She had always been the perfect little sister to have and the perfect daughter. Everyone in your family were glad when she was born. She always knew how to bring a smile to a sad person. You didn't even feel jealous whenever she got attention from your parents since you was always there for you personally. When you had your sexual discovery during your junior year, she had been supportive towards your decision to be true to yourself and come out. The calls you had with her always made your day better and the fact that she didn't focus more than 1 out of 15 calls around mending fences with mom made you willing to talk to her any time of day. The only flaw that Catherine had was that her personality was the complete opposite of you. Where as you were a confident, stubborn tomboy with 5'10 height, she was a self-conscious, push over that was 5' flat. Ever since you two were kids, you had tried to boost her courage and self-esteem whenever some bully picked on her to no success. Even in when she got older and turned into a drop-dead beauty, that even made you blush a little, she could never stand up for herself and turn down the stuck up jocks that hit on her. The only reason that she was still a pure and joyful virgin was because your 6'4, muscular dad made sure to scare off any potential rapists. Plus, Catherine had a secret that only you and your parents knew about, plus Catherine's private doctor. Catherine was a shemale. She had both sets of human parts which, turned out, both worked fine. Despite this, you and your parents loved her and could see the kindness that emitted from her despite her condition.

"Catherine? What's happening with her? She tried to bring home another homeless puppy, did she? I thought you were clear to her. Just because it needs a home, doesn't mean you can afford to have it be 'your' home."

"No, she's actually been getting better about taking them straight to the animal shelter. It's actually about her studies. She did excellent this year in school and even might be able to start college after the spring break. And given that the school you go to is close by, I was thinking that she could-"

"I'm going to stop you right there dad. First of all, Catherine should go to the best colleges out there, like Oxford and while my college is great, it's no Ivy League. Second, I've barely been able to pay for my own expenses. Until recently, I was almost ready to take out student loans to pay for rent. And thirdly, we all, including HER, talked about letting Catherine make her own decision."

"Yes, I know and I even talked to Catherine about the amazing programs that other colleges have, but she insisted on going to yours. Look, Nikki, just give her a chance to spend a week with you and see how she likes the classes. She promised that if she doesn't like it, then she'll look into better colleges."

As you talked to your dad, you drew closer to your dorm and turn the wheel to pull into the parking lot.

"Listen dad. Unless she, and YOU, and sitting outside my dorm right now, it's best if you just turned the car around and went home."

Right as you turned into a parking spot, your car's headlights shined on your dad who was facing away from you and still holding his phone to his ear. To his left, you saw a suitcase with luggage which you guessed was Catherine's with said girl rocking back and further a bit further to the left nervously. Both of them were unaware that you had just arrived

*chuckle* "Funny you should mention that. Catherine and I are actually 'standing' right out your dorm. Hope you don't mind the slight difference in phrase."

For a moment, you just there in your car, looking both shocked and furious. Then you ended the call and exited the car with a deadpan look on your face.

"I noticed."

At seeing you, Catherine's face filled with joy at seeing you and ran up to you with her arms wide open. You caught her as she jumped into your arms and got hugged to ****.

"Catherine!! A bit looser. Can't breath."

Catherine lets go of you and blushes red.

"Sorry about that. I just haven't seen you since Christmas. Why don't you ever visit home?"

"Because home is where 'SHE' is and until she's willing to accept me for my sexual orientation, I'm not walking into that warzone."

Catherine smiles at you and playfully punches your stomach. You hold back a wince since you're still a bit tender from your earlier fight.

"Come on Nikki. She looks like she's starting to come around at home. I haven't heard her speak one bad word about you in two weeks and that's quite the record."

"I'm not getting my hopes up. Anyway, what are you doing here? There are so many more better colleges that you could attend. Why mine?"

You see her blush and whisper something that you don't make out. As you get ready to ask her to repeat what she said louder, you see your dad pick up Catherine's suitcase and motion for you two to come inside. Deciding to bench your question for when you're alone with her, you and Catherine follow him inside, where you meet up with the dorm manager, Lauren Smith, to clear your sister and dad entry. This is easy to do since you and her are close friends.

She and you first met in a debate class that she was attending as a TA to finish her journalism major with focus on politics while you were taking it for your economics major. The both of you had bonded over your shared fetishes for latex and leather and since then became best friends.

When you finished talking to her, your dad handed your sister's suitcase to her and told her to go get settled in to your dorm while he talked to you. You could guess from the concern on his face with his eyes peering down at the briefcase in your hand what it was about.

"Nikki, I want you to know that I do care about you and just want you to be safe. So please understand that seeing you drive here in that vintage car, which looks amazing by the way,-"

"Thanks dad."

"-as well as carrying a briefcase filled with who knows what has me feeling worried with what you could be mixed up in. I want to give you the benefit of the doubt, but this is a sudden event for me."

Before you can answer, Lauren leans over the desk she's sitting at and joins the conversation.

"You don't have to worry about anything, Nikki's dad. Your daughter isn't involved in anything illegal. I happen to know about what happened. Nikki recently got a job at a high-end establishment that shells out beautifully for its employees. I actually was the one who introduced Nikki to the place to help her pay her bills. Anyway, apparently one of the patrons, who was filthy rich, was feeling really generous and thoughtful and decided to give Nikki their car. They have more like it so it was no hair off their back. Nikki was just telling me about it on her way back from work. I'm guessing you called her shortly afterwards."

Hearing Lauren's web-spun tale to your dad helped you to put a few pieces together. Given what you and her and talked about, you knew about her love for bdsm, and since the flyer you got came from the dorm bulletin, you could guess that she was a member. Plus, you could see that her laptop, which she told you was mainly for her 'relief sessions,' was open on the desk. That also explained how she knew about the fight. Now you just needed to know how she knew that it was 'you' who fought.

Once Lauren was done talking to your dad, you could see that he looked like a great weight was taken off his shoulders.

"Well that's good to hear. Well, let's get going, Nikki. Don't want to keep your sister waiting."

You nodded and follow after him. This was going to be an interesting week for you with your sister.