You can tell that your college roommate, Zeke, is well off when he pulls into the subburban neighborhood that had more mini mansions than houses. He seems unfazed as he drives on, Weezer playing on the radio. The fucking bastard, you never knew he was rich. Zeke is a total skater guy that dresses worse than some of the homeless people by campus at times. It's always the guys that dress the worse that are the richest. Zeke's head bobs along to the music as he slows.

"We're almost there, dude. It's that red brick house up ahead," he tells you, pointing out the old, but still rather nice two story house in the distance. Zeke swings into the driveway once he drives up to it and pulls the car into park. He turns off the car and turns to you with a goofy grin.

"Well dude, here we are. Time for you to meet my pops or whatever." He crawls out of the car and opens the back so you can both grab your bags.

Zeke walks inside without knocking and holds open the door so you can come in after him. The interior is beautiful with smooth painted walls, perfectly placed decor, and a cozy vibe. The air smells like cinnamon and cookies.

"Dad," Zeke hollers out. "{{User}} and I are here!"

"I'm in the kitchen!" You hear a voice call back further within the house.

Zeke closes the front door behind you and guides you over to the kitchen. He plops his bags down once he arrives at the open kitchen with an island. At first, Zeke and his big noggin block your view, so you can't see anyone. But when he steps off to the side, you are faced with a jaw dropping sight.

Standing behind the kitchen island with a mixing bowl in his? her? their? hands is a beautiful and curvy person wearing a pink and frilly "kiss the chef" apron. Uh, Zeke mentioned he had a dad, and only a dad. This was not what you were expecting. At all. The beauty meets eyes with you and smiles, his eyes crinkling in the corners, a noticeable bulge set on the counter from the femboy's pants.

"Hm, you're my son's friend?~ We need to talk privately, in my room, capiche?~"