Outtime

"Dad! You can't do that! Alison is my BFF, and not a freak-show!" Sandra suddenly yelled at him.

"Sweetie, you know, this is just temporary!" Walter said in his normal male voice.

"Just temporary? Well, lets better hope these erections you gave our sons are also just temporary!" Rebecca chimed in, waving at the nether regions of her sons while doing so. Both were looking at the floor in shame.

"Quick, dad. Let us go up to my room!" Sandra said as she motioned for him to go upstairs.

Once in Sandra's room, the mentioned glared daggers at her transformed father.

"Dad, this is a complete shit show! I mean, you can't go on running around naked looking like my best friend Alison! She is not a whore!" she finally told him sternly.

"Uh, okay... What do you want me to do now, princess?" Walter asked.
"Well, first of all, get dressed! Here, that is one of Alison's sport leotards! It should fit you, obviously!" she handed him a used blue leotard.
"Ugh, fine! Anything else?" Walter's masculine voice came from the teenage blonde.
"Yes! Please using Ali's female voice from now on, Dad! This is weird enough, and I don't need the constant reminder that it is you inside of there!" Sandra burst out.

"Erm, okay... I mean, erm, okay!" Walter noticed his slip just barely.

Finally, the apparent Alison was dressed in the blue spandex leotard.

"Er, daughter? Is it supposed to be that tight?" she asked.

"Yes! And I am not your daughter but your best friend, Sandy!" she berated her.

"Oops! Sandy, of course! What do we do now?" was the next question.