Previously on Changing Channels...
Peter noticed a small black and white t.v. on the dresser and ran over to it. He turned it on and was about to touch the screen when he remembered that he was still completely naked. He went to Bob's closet, grabbed a suit off of a hanger. He started to take it off the hanger when Bob threw himself against the bedroom door. The door cracked loudly and Peter knew that it probably wouldn't hold for much longer. He went back to the t.v. and spotted Bob's wallet sitting on the dresser. He stuck it in the suit pocket and said to himself, "That ought to make us even for you running me over, Bob." The door cracked loudly again, and Peter knew the next time would break through. "I sure hope that this works," he said as he reached out to the t.v. screen. As his fingers made contact, a bright light flashed in the room.
A moment later, the bedroom door came crashing down. A red-faced Bob ran into the room followed by naked Donna.
"ALL RIGHT, YOU SON OF A BITCH--" Bob glanced wildly around the room and saw that there was no one there. "Where'd he go?"
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Peter opened his eyes to see that he was standing in a well lit and neatly kept kitchen that was familiar looking to him. He looked down to see that he was still naked but he also was still holding the suit he had "borrowed" from Bob's closet. He grabbed the pair of pants and was about to put them on when he got the feeling that someone was watching him.
Slowly, he turned around and saw four senior ladies sitting around the small kitchen table, all with their mouths hanging open and staring at him with wide eyes. As soon as he had turned to face them, all four pairs of eyes dropped to the banana sized cock dangling between his legs.
'Damn,' Peter thought to himself. 'I've jumped right into the middle of a Golden Girls episode! And naked!'
"Oh my," Rose said. "I think that I'm getting a hot flash!"
Dorothy stood up from the table and shouted. "What the hell are you doing in our kitchen? And how did you get in here?!"
Peter didn't wait another second before he dashed past the women without another word, his suit gripped in his hand. He flew out of the kitchen and into the living room towards the television. He quickly pressed the on button and saw the screen light up.
Just before he touched the screen, he saw a determined looking Blanche running after him. "No! Wait," she protested, "We won't call the police! We can work out some kind of a deal, I'm sure!"
Peter saw her lusty eyes dart back down to his cock and a shudder ran down his spine. He placed his palm against the screen and let the bright light take him away.
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It took a few seconds for Peter's eyes to adjust to the darkness of where ever he had jumped to. He began to make out some of the details around him as his vision cleared and soon he realized that he had appeared in a dark alleyway. There was a little light coming into the alley from the street, but thankfully no one had seen him arrive in the alleyway.
"Thank God," Peter said as he made sure the coast was clear and began to pull on the pants from the suit. "It's about time that I had a decent landing." He made a mental note never to jump channels naked again. At least, never jump naked unless an angry father is chasing you down after you fucked his horny redheaded daughter on his couch... He pulled on the suit jacket and looked at himself in the darkness. The suit was beige polyester with wide lapels and bell bottoms on the pants. 'Ugh!' he thought to himself. 'I definitely need to find some new clothes...' He remembered that he had Bob's wallet in the suit pocket and pulled it out to see what was in it. He found three hundred dollars and a couple credit cards, each of which had expired about a decade before he was born. Deciding that the cards probably wouldn't work even if he was in the right year for them, he tossed the cards in a dumpster and stuck the wallet full of cash back into his pocket. He walked towards the entrance of the alleyway and wondered where he had ended up this time. 'Hopefully not an episode of 'Murder, She Wrote',' he thought. 'I've had my fill of elderly women for the day." He stepped into the light from the streetlight and peered around the corner of the alley just in time to see a fist come rushing towards his face. He saw stars burst in front of his eyes as it collided with his face.
"Surprise, Fang Face. It's time for you to take a nap," his attacker said as he reeled backwards.
He recognized the voice and opened his eyes to see a dark haired teenage girl in a black jean jacket, white tanktop and skin-tight jeans coming at him with a stake. It was Faith from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and it looked like she was determined to slay him. The last thought in his mind was 'Welcome to Sunnydale,' before he blacked out and fell to the sidewalk.
The next thing Peter knew, Faith was shaking him, trying to wake him back.
"C'mon," Faith said as she gently shook him. "Wake up!"
"Ughn... I'm up..." Peter said groggily. He squinted his eyes and could feel his nose send a sharp pain though his face. He raised his hand to his nose and winced as he touched it.
"Sorry about that," Faith said as she helped him to his feet. "I thought that you somebody else there for a second."