Voice Issues

However, the voice that emerged from Alison's lips was unmistakably Walter's—a deep, gruff timbre that clashed comically with her youthful appearance.

"Dad!?" Sandra and her brother exclaimed in unison, their faces splitting into grins as they realized the absurdity of the situation.

"Yes! It is me!" the Alison-Walter hybrid beamed, turning to give them a view of his—her?—backside.

Rebecca, however, was not amused. She jumped up from the couch, her expression a mix of anger and disbelief. "Jesus fucking Christ, Walter! I don't know what is worse, the barely legal teen standing in front of me or the man-child who is trying and miserably failing to impersonate her!"

Walter, now inhabiting Alison's body, turned to face his wife, a smug expression on his face. "Child? Rebecca, I don't see any child here, just beautiful 18-year-old Alison!" he said, giving them a playful wink.

Rebecca, visibly shaken, demanded, "Walter! Change back this instant!"

The Alison-clone replied with a snarky, "No!"

"No? What do you mean no?" Rebecca asked, her voice rising in frustration.