Not Too Hot

"That's not too hot!" Fake Alison said and pointed at Jacob's penis. And as if Walter wanted to add insult to injury, he made and unambiguous hand gesture, emphasizing the point.

Jacob, taken aback, looked down at himself, then back up at his father-in-Alison's-body. "What the hell are you talking about, Dad? It's not like I can do anything about it right now!"

Walter, still inhabiting Alison's form, chuckled. "Well, well, well, look who's sensitive about his tiny tadpole. I thought you were supposed to be a man?"

Rebecca, clearly fed up, turned and stormed out of the room, muttering under her breath, "This is ridiculous. I can't even look at him like this."

Sandra watched her mother leave, then turned back to the bizarre scene unfolding before her. She couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and concern. "Dad, maybe you should cut it out. Mom's really upset."

Walter-Alison waved a dismissive hand. "She'll get over it. Besides, I'm having too much fun to stop now." He turned back to Jacob, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know, when I was your age, I had nothing to be ashamed of. The ladies loved-"

Jacob interrupted, his voice tight with embarrassment and anger. "Yeah, yeah, we get it. You were a stud. Can you just get it over with now?"