Father-Son Talk

As Walter sauntered out of the principal's office, he found Peter leaning against the wall nearby, a look of discomfort and amusement mixed on his face. Peter pushed off from the wall as Walter approached, his eyes taking in the sight of his father in Alison's body.

"So, how did it go?" Peter asked, his voice low so only Walter could hear. "Did you get what you wanted?"

Walter winked at him, a smirk playing on Alison's lips. "Oh, I think Mr. Hardwood and I have just scratched the surface of... possibilities."

Peter glanced back at the principal's door, then leaned in closer to Walter. "It's just so weird seeing you like this. Hearing your voice come out of her mouth." He shuddered slightly. "It's unnerving, but also kind of hot."

Walter chuckled, a deep sound that belied Alison's youthful appearance. "Glad you think so, son. Maybe you've inherited my tastes after all."

Peter rolled his eyes but smiled. "So, what now? You gonna keep messing with Hardwood's head?"

Walter looked back at the principal's door, his expression turning thoughtful. "Oh, I think I'll give him some time to marinate in that. But don't worry, I have plenty more fun planned."

He turned back to Peter, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, I was thinking. I didn't get my BBC fix. Maybe you could help me out with that?"