Super horny!

The tension in the room was palpable as Rebecca continued to stare at the Alison-clone, her anger boiling over. "Walter, this is ridiculous! You can't just transform into someone else and expect us to accept it!"

Walter, still in Alison's form, turned to face his wife, a smug expression on his face. "Why not? It's a breakthrough, Rebecca. A chance for me to experience life in a different way."

Sandra, trying to hold back her laughter, looked at her brother Jacob, who was clearly uncomfortable. She noticed the bulge in his pants and elbowed him gently, whispering, "You alright there, Jake?"

Jacob nodded quickly, shifting again to try and hide his erection. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he muttered, his voice cracking slightly.

Rebecca, noticing Jacob's discomfort, rolled her eyes. "Great, just great. So not only do we have a half-assed impersonation of Alison, but we also have our son getting hard-ons from it."

The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the sound of Jacob’s face turning a shade of crimson so deep it looked painful. He looked like he wanted to bolt from the room—or perhaps just melt into the floorboards.

Sandra felt a wave of secondary embarrassment wash over her. It wasn't just the "weirdness" anymore; it was the sheer, visceral awkwardness of seeing her father’s soul peering out through her best friend’s eyes while her brother struggled with the physical reality of it.

He needs to go, Sandra thought frantically. He needs to be in another room, or a different house, or preferably a different dimension.

"Okay! Okay, enough!" Sandra blurted out, stepping forward to physically ushering the 'Alison-shaped' Walter toward the hallway. "Mom, stop! Jacob, breathe! And Dad—" Sandra hissed, grabbing Walter by the arm and beginning to lead him toward the stairs with an urgency that brooked no argument. "You need to get out of our sight before Jacob actually explodes!"

"Hey! Watch the grip, Sandra! These are delicate wrists!" Walter protested, though he allowed himself to be guided. He looked back at his son with a cheeky, knowing grin, which only made Jacob stare intently at the ceiling to avoid eye contact.

"Just... walk!" Sandra commanded, her face still flushed.