"Aren't you guys going to eat?" David asked as he scarfed down his cheeseburger. Watching his dad and the former Mr. Meyers roll around on the beach had somehow really worked up his appetite.
"Um, like, why would we eat?" Lifeguard Barbie asked. Bikini Barbie just stared and smiled. They were seated on either side of David in a corner booth. Even though there was plenty of room, they automatically squeezed as close to him as they could. Every time he reached for a french fry or some ketchup, he inadvertently brushed past one of the Barbie's oversized breasts, eliciting a chorus of breathy giggles.
David nodded at his dad's response. Of course dolls don't eat. It made about as much sense as everything else that had happened so far. He looked around the room, nobody seemed to have a problem with him bringing two identical, impossibly proportioned bimbos to a family restaurant wearing nothing but skimpy swimwear.
In fact, what struck David as oddest of all was that nobody else was changed. On the drive over from the beach, to the walk up the sidewalk, and inside the restaurant everyone else in Hillsburg seemed perfectly normal. At first it was a small relief, but the implications quickly set in. Gilmore was focused on him. He had given him this strange power, and was watching to see how he used it.
Well, David decided he wasn't about to let the Doctor get off that easily. He had to stay in control. Every time he let his thoughts wander, somebody had gotten changed. He couldn't let that happen again. He just needed to stay focused. Which became much more difficult when he felt two soft hands come to rest on both of his thighs.
