Not McKenna Grace

Walter, currently inhabiting McKenna Grace's form, chuckled, clearly amused by Peter's discomfort. She knew she was pushing her son's buttons, but it was just too tempting. "Come on, spit it out. I can see it written all over your face."

Peter hesitated, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as he tried to avert his gaze from his father's—now McKenna Grace's—almost naked body. "Y-you look different, Dad," he stammered. "It's just... weird seeing you like this. It’s almost hot though, which is even weirder."

Walter leaned back in her lounger, arching her back slightly to accentuate her assets. She stretched her arms above her head, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Well, Peter," she said, her voice dripping with seduction, "you ain't seen nothing yet. Let me tell you about the perks of this new form. For starters, I get all the attention from the guys here. They can't keep their eyes off me." She paused, a mischievous glint in her eye as she ran a hand through her hair. "And it's not just the guys. The ladies are taking notice too. I mean, can you blame them? This body is a magnet."