You unlocked your dorm, expecting silence.

Instead, she was there.

Perched on your bed in a dangerously short skirt, legs crossed, student ID hanging from her teeth. No top. Just the skirt. Rolled up like a bad idea.

“Guess what?” she said. “Mommy transferred.”

You blinked. “You—you what?”

She tossed the ID your way. “Intro to Lit. Mondays and Wednesdays. Looks like we’re classmates now.”

She shifted her legs, revealing just how little she had underneath. “Also, I don’t have a roommate. Thought I’d borrow yours.”

You didn’t know if you were supposed to be shocked, flattered, or panicked.

Then she smiled, that same playful glint in her eye. “So… gonna give Mommy the campus tour? Or are we staying in for some… private orientation?”