Walter as Alison; to be used by the football team

I watch as Dad, now physically transformed into my girlfriend Alison, sits naked on the bed of our cheap motel room. His—no, her—blonde hair falls softly over her shoulders, and the curves are spot on. It's eerie how perfect the transformation is, down to the smallest detail.

The only giveaway is Dad's deep voice, which hasn't changed.

"Dad, you look... amazing," I manage to say, still in awe of the sight before me.

He looks down at his new body, a mix of amusement and curiosity on his face. "Well, this is something else," he says, his voice booming slightly in the small room. "I must say, the iBod never ceases to amaze me."

I explain the plan, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Alison" nods, understanding the scenario we're about to play out.

"This is for you and my future daughter-in-law, Tim," he says, his voice softening slightly despite the masculine timber. "I just hope these boys know how to treat a lady."

I smile, appreciative of his support. "They will, Dad. Trust me."

Besides, you are none, I add mentally.

He stands up, his nude body moving with an unfamiliar grace. "Alright, let's do this. But remember, if anything feels off or if they don't respect the boundaries we set, we stop immediately."

I nod, feeling a rush of adrenaline. This is really happening. My dad, transformed into my girlfriend, is about to be shared with the entire football team. My pants tighten as my bulge grows larger.