Waiting for Alison

Alison giggled in response, clearly thrilled by the success of the spell and their passionate kissing. She clapped her hands together excitedly.

"Now we can really have some fun!"

Peter sat on the couch in the downstairs living room, his mind racing with a mix of confusion, disbelief, and a touch of amusement. The situation he found himself in was unlike anything he had ever experienced. His father, Walter, had transformed into a duplicate of Alison, his girlfriend, and now they were upstairs having a private conversation. He couldn't help but wonder what they were talking about.

As he waited, Peter's gaze fell on the old TV in the corner of the room. On a whim, he turned it on and started flipping through the channels. He landed on an old 90s Eurodance compilation that Walter must have started playing on YouTube recently. The upbeat music and cheesy dance moves brought a smile to his face, despite the strange circumstances.

"Might as well enjoy the show," Peter muttered to himself, leaning back on the couch.

A few minutes later, Peter decided he couldn't just sit there wondering any longer. He pulled out his phone and opened their messaging app. His thumbs hovered over the keyboard for a moment as he tried to find the right words.

Hey babe, he typed, what's taking so long up there? Everything okay?

Alison, now fully embracing her playful side, was in the process of undressing, eager to share the experience with Walison. Her phone buzzed with a new message, and she glanced at the screen, seeing Peter's notification.

She smirked, an idea forming in her mind. She turned to Walison, who was watching her with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

"Peter wants to know what's taking so long," Alison said, holding up her phone. "And I know exactly what to tell..."

Her smile widened, and she quickly typed out a response.