Sharing 'Alison'

As the football team entered the small motel room, a mix of eager grins and hungry eyes, Walter's expression turned from resolve to sudden panic. "Oh shit, I wasn't—" he started, his voice still deep and male. But mid-sentence, something clicked, and his voice shifted smoothly into Alison's sweet feminine tone, finishing, "...ready yet!"
Tim's eyes widened in alarm. He had noticed the voice issue and been fiddling with the iBod, and it seemed to have kicked in just in time. He looked at 'Alison,' his heart pounding, hoping that the transition hadn't been noticeable to the football players.

As the football players gathered around the bed, their eyes gleaming with anticipation, they began to discuss their plans in hushed, excited tones. Some were already reaching out, their hands groping 'Alison's' shoulders and back, while others sat excessively close, eager to be part of the action.

Tim stood by the door, unsure of how to proceed. He could feel a mix of emotions—excitement, nervousness, and a strange sense of ownership over the situation. He knew that 'Alison' was actually his dad, and the thought of crossing that threshold sent a shiver down his spine.

'Alison' shot Tim a glance, her eyes narrowing slightly as if to say, "You better fucking not join in." It was a knowing look, a silent warning that pushed Tim back from the brink of decision.