Jogger

You spot a woman jogging up the front walk to her house. With your powers, you know she is Ursula Beaumont, 43, stay at home wife with a 17 year old daughter in high school and a 19 year old son in college. She has long, thick auburn hair in a pony tail. She has small breasts, but child-bearing hips and a nice firm bubble butt. She's wearing lime green jogging shorts and a gray tank top over a sports bra. She stops in front of her house and puts her hands on her hips. She's flushed, sweaty, and winded.

You smile and go to work.

Ursula walks up to the front door and finds it is locked. "Of fuck me!" she mutters. She walks around to the wooden gate to the backyard, but it is locked too. The garage door also will not lift. You put the idea in her head to try a front window behind a row of hedges. As she crawls through the hedges, you make sure her shorts get caught on a strong branch and rip right down the back seam.

"Fuck!" mutters Ursula. Thanks to you, the window is not locked, but also thanks to you, it only opens about a fourth of the way. Ursula tries to squeeze in. Just when her upper body to her waist is in the window, you snap your fingers, and window slides down just enough to trap Ursula. With another snap, her shorts rip at the waist and fly free. Now Ursula is trapped in her window with her butt, clad only in a pair of pink panties on display.

For more fun, you have a couple of mosquitoes bite her right on the bottom of butt cheeks that are exposed, and soon Ursula is itching. She keeps struggling. The hedge is only up to the bottom of the window, so her butt is on display for anyone driving or walking by.

You spot someone coming down the sidewalk.