Walter has some fun

Walter leaned back in the chair, his eyes never leaving Mr. Hardwood's face. He could see the curiosity and a spark of something more in the principal's eyes. It was time to turn up the heat.

"You know," Walter began, his voice a low purr, "there are certain... advantages to being in this form." He stood up again and walked around the desk, his hips swaying naturally with Alison's gait. "Advantages that I think you might find quite interesting, Mr. Hardwood."

He stopped behind the principal's chair, his hands lightly resting on Mr. Hardwood's shoulders. He leaned down, his breath hot on the principal's ear. "For instance," he whispered, "I can get away with things that Alison couldn't. Things that might get a man in trouble."

Mr. Hardwood swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Such as?" he managed to ask, his voice slightly hoarse.

Walter's hands slid from the principal's shoulders, down his chest, and rested lightly on his stomach. "Such as this," Walter said, his fingers starting to unbuckle Mr. Hardwood's belt.

Mr. Hardwood's breath hitched, but he made no move to stop Walter. His eyes were glued to Walter's face, watching the smirk that played on Alison's lips.

Walter took his time, savoring the moment and the principal's growing discomfort. He wanted to see how far he could push this. Finally, he had Mr. Hardwood's belt undone and his trousers unzipped. He slipped his hand inside, his fingers brushing against the principal's boxers.

"Walter..." Mr. Hardwood groaned, a mix of warning and encouragement.

Walter leaned down again, his lips capturing Mr. Hardwood's ear. "Shh," he whispered. "Let's see what you're hiding in here."

He slipped his hand further into Mr. Hardwood's trousers, his fingers wrapping around the principal's growing erection. He could feel Mr. Hardwood's sharp intake of breath, the way his body tensed and then relaxed into Walter's touch.

"It's amazing," Walter murmured, "how a simple change of appearance can make people see you in a different light. Or perhaps it's just that people are more open to... possibilities when presented with youth and beauty."

He stroked Mr. Hardwood gently, his other hand coming up to tilt the principal's chin, forcing him to look up at Walter.

"Tell me, Mr. Hardwood," Walter said, his voice a soft caress. "What do you think of my possibilities now?"