A helping hand inside

As the neighbor boys continued to stare and record, Walter straightened up and flashed them a cheeky grin. He sauntered over to the pool steps, giving them a full view of his new form.

"Hey there, boys," he said, his deep voice still carrying that familiar timbre. "I see you're enjoying the show."

The boys nodded enthusiastically, too stunned to speak coherently.

Walter chuckled and continued, "You might be wondering who I am. Well, let me introduce myself properly. I'm Walter Smith, the inventor who lives here. You've probably seen me around, looking a bit... different." He gestured to his current form with a laugh.

The boys exchanged shocked glances, finally finding their voices. "Mr. Smith?" one of them stammered. "But you're... you're a girl!"

Walter threw his head back and laughed heartily. "Yes, yes I am, for now. It's a long story involving some experimental tech and a bit of unexpected magic. But don't worry, I'm still the same Walter Smith underneath all this."

The other boy pointed at him, his eyes wide with awe. "So, you're saying you invented something that turned you into a girl?"

Walter nodded, a proud smile on his face. "Something like that. And let me tell you, it's been quite the experience. Now, how about you boys help an old inventor out? I could use a hand with something inside."

The boys eagerly agreed, their initial shock replaced with excitement and curiosity. They climbed over the fence and followed Walter into the house, leaving Frank alone by the pool, shaking his head in amusement.