Why don't you start cam-girling?

After a certain amount of contemplating between the two, Steve finally came upon a plan which he considered quite doable.

"Hey, we want to take advantage of your new hot body, but we want to keep it a little incognito," Steve affirmed before getting to his main point, "you could become a cam-girl, most of them barely get any recognition but still draw in a lot of money."

"Are you sure?" Walter in the form of Alison asked in response. Something in 'her' lower half moved, twitched at the thought of taking of 'her' clothes for strangers on the internet. Walter managed to regain his composure after a few short breaths and vocalized his worries, "I mean Alison could still get recognized online and really, who'll get to receive the money? It'll be so easy to trace it back to us."

"I guess that's true, but really, think about it," Steve insisted, leaving Walter rather annoyed at 'her' own son not heeding 'her' warnings.

"Alright, then how about I'll consider it until you have something else to say!" Walter in the form of Alison erupted in Steve's face. While the eighteen year old boy might have been able to stand up to his father, he didn't quite have the bravery to stand up to his crush and so yielded pretty rapidly.

Walter took this perceived victory of his and decided to explore his new she-body further somewhere else. 'She' tried to leave Steve behind, shaking him off, so that 'she' could return to his privacy.

Eventually, Walison found himself in the house's laundryroom. Steve had been lazy again and fallen back on the one shore that Walter had requested of him and a basket overflowing with dirty clothes laid right next to the washing machine. The diligent father harumphed before throwing the clothes inside the machine and started it up.

Looking around, the transformed man realized that there were no chairs in the room. This little fact lead to him deciding to explore 'her' new body while sitting on the whirring machine.

Yet almost instantly as Alison's body sat on the shaking box filled with wet clothes, something happened inside of him. The orgasm he had felt as Jeri Ryan had been one thing, still completely mind blowing in comparison to his male orgasms, but that still paled in comparison to what he started to feel on top of the machine.

With each pertubation to Walter's position that the machine underneath him felt, Alison's sex reacted in the ****, sending not only the spine and brain in Walter's possession into a realm of pure pleasure, but sent his entire new body into a spiral of dopamine explosions that made it feel like he had lived ten thousand years in nothing but pure enlightened pleasure in but a single second.

"Ohh, Oh go... ONG... Fuck fill my gyatt fr fr, I'm... AAAAAHh!!!!" Was a snippet of the words that escaped Walter's womanly lips as a consequence of the sheer torrent of pleasure he was experiencing in Alison's body.

Steve was soon just behind the laundry door, just wondering why his dad was moaning in the way in which he was. It was just as well that he was, as Walter would soon come to realize, just when the three hour washing machine program had passed, that he had managed to cum the magic words he used to transform out of his brain.