Blonde Ambition

Walter laughed at Frank's enthusiasm, shaking his head slightly. "Thanks, Frank, but unfortunately, the device is currently calibrated specifically to my body. I can't transform anyone else just yet."

Tim raised an eyebrow. "So, you're saying you can only turn yourself into chicks aged 18 to 25?"

"For now, yes," Walter confirmed. "And to be precise, I've modeled this current form after an internet porn star named Britney Spring. I thought it would be a good test subject since her measurements and appearance are well-documented."

Peter grinned. "Dad, that's kinda perverted, but also really smart."

Walter shrugged. "I do what I can. But I'm open to suggestions for future transformations. Who would you guys like to see me as?"

Frank didn't hesitate. "How about that young actress in the movies? Mckenna Grace! She's got that youthful look and is fucking talented."

Tim rolled his eyes. "You're such a perv, Frank. But yeah, she'd be an interesting choice."

Peter chimed in, "Or maybe someone famous from history? Like Cleopatra or something. Although, she might not fit the age range."

Walter nodded thoughtfully. "Good point, Peter. The source material needs to be of the subject within the age range for the machine to calibrate accurately. Mckenna Grace is a great suggestion, Frank, and she does have that certain je ne sais quoi. I'll give it a shot."

Just then, Walter's body began to shimmer slightly, and his features started to shift back to his original appearance. The others watched in amazement as the transformation reversed, leaving them once again face-to-face with the 51-year-old inventor.

"Well, that was an experience," Tim said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Can't wait to see Mckenna Grace."

Walter smiled, already planning his next transformation. "Neither can I, Tim. Neither can I."