Before David could react, his father had gathered up all the dirty laundry and left the room. Had he really spoken French? David's mind was racing, trying to gather all the fleeting thoughts, all the tiny fantasies his brain had played during his conversation with his dad. Since Doctor Gilmore had given him the power to alter reality, anything he thought of could create real-world changes.
David was sure that he had been fairly disciplined in his thoughts. He'd only had the one slip, and it had only been for a second. Less than a second, really. He was sure that it hadn't changed his father... had it?
Leaping from his bed, David scrambled down the hallway toward the laundry room. He could hear his father humming a pleasant tune, and when he opened the door, he saw his father, bending over at the waist, knees locked, loading the machine with David's dirty clothes.
"Oh, monsieur," David's father said, noticing that his son had entered the room, "Zees clothes are just filthy! I will 'ave to check 'zem for stains before 'zey are washed."
David wasn't overly concerned with the accent, although it was shocking, nor that his father was calling him 'monsieur'. It was the shoes on his patriarch's feet. Black, shiny, hints of lace, ridiculously high heel.
They were maid's shoes.
"Eef monsieur would excuse me," David's dad wiggled by him to grab a spray bottle of stain blocker, brushing against David's body as he passed.
"Um, dad, are you alright?"
"Moi?" David's dad giggled, "But of course I am! Zees stains won't stay long, not with my 'elp. And when they are done, I get to dust, and tidy, and of course there are the dishes..."
David's father's voice trailed off, excitedly listing chores that needed doing, wiggling back to the washing machine, again bending at the waist, aiming his rear end straight back at his son's horrified, yes slightly excited eyes.
"But your voice, and your shoes..."
David's father cut him off, "I know, they are wonderful, are they not?" He turned and bumped the washing machine's door closed with his behind, then pressed the button to start the load. "Now, monsieur, if you don't mind, I must see to my other duties before we have play time."
The older man curtsied, then wiggled out of the room.
David stood, shocked. Play time?!
