Try it on the neighbor

You have a neighbor. She's Monica Day, 27, single, and a total bitch. She is always complaining about your music, accusing you of leering at her, saying you have too many friends over, etc.

You glance outside and see Monica stretching for her morning run. She's wearing a pair of black spandex shorts over her nice pert butt, a gray tank top over a sports bra, and a pair of bright pink running shoes. She's tall and athletic with small, but perky B cups. Her light blonde hair is tied back in a pony tail.

You wonder how much you can really control. You concentrate on Monica, and soon she's standing still as if frozen in a trance. You concentrate on her shorts, and to your amazement, they disappear. She's now naked below the waist. You concentrate on her tank top and soon it shrinks so that the bottom is at her waist and not covering any of her below the waist. With another thought, the words "Dumbass Bitch" appear on her tank top. Finally, you probe into her mind. You fix it so that she will think she is dressed normally in what she put on this morning and will think so until she finishes her run. With some more concentration, Monica begins moving again. She stretches some more than heads off down the sidewalk at a quick jog. She is totally unaware she's naked below the waist and showing the world her bare ass and crotch and what her tank top says.

You laugh to yourself. You make sure Monica's door is locked, and she forgot her key. All of this concentrating has given you a bit of a headache, but you don't care.