The real Alison is with Peter.

"What is it Peter?" The sweet female voice came from just out of Walter's sight in the outside the bedroom.

Walter began shaking her heard, trying to communicate to her son not to allow whomever was with him to enter the bedroom. With the ballgag she had strapped tightly into her mouth however all she manage was panicked and intelligable moans and squeals. The surprise she had planned for Peter was reversed as the real Alison stepped into the room and stopped dead in her tracks with her mouth open and eyes wide with shock.

"But that is me!" The real Alison exclaimed. "What is going on?"

"I have no idea," Peter said, quite truthfully and in a state of shock. "I need to find my Dad, he must know what the hell is going on."

Peter leaves the room and Walter can hear him rushing through the house calling out for his father. The real Alison remains, staring at Walter with fascination as her shock fades. To Walter's surprise the beautiful teenager makes no move to scream or phone for the police. Nor does she make any move to immediately free the doppelganger bound and naked on the bed.

Alison is dressed in her college uniform, a short red plaid skirt, white blouse and a black blazer. As Alison examines Walter's stolen naked body she slowly smiles and a blush of red spreads over her creamy white cheeks. She sits upon the bed next to Walter and she squirms with surprise and makes a gagged squeak of shock as she feels the real Alison's hand stroke her naked bottom.

"Oh my god!" Alison breathes softly as she caresses Walter's buttcheeks. "I never imagined I would look this cute hogtied."