Megan lives next door

One of your favorite fantasies begs to be fulfilled. You wish that Megan lived next door to you, with a window in the perfect position to peep on her.

You go to your window and pull down one of the blinds just enough to peer out. The house next door is completely different now. Instead of the old, run down shack that housed a mean retired couple, there's a new, two story house there. In the window straight across from yours is Megan, getting up from her desk.

"Holy crap, it worked!" you whisper to yourself. "Man, she looks so good in those pigtails. They suit her. Oh god, she's pulling on her top. She taking it off... oh wow. That bra is really working hard to hold all that in. Her tits are so hot. Wait, no! Don't close the blinds, don't-"

She closes the blinds.

You kick your trashcan.

Then you grin, remembering that the plan had a second part. In fact, this was the best part of the fantasy. You tiptoe downstairs, careful not to let your parents see you. Once you're outside, you hop over the short fence between the houses and find Megan's window again. Unfortunately, it's still on the second floor.

You decide on another test for you power. You wish that Megan really loved lattices and had insisted that her parents put one outside her room. It works, a wooden lattice covered in ivy hugs the wall now. You start climbing it.

It quickly becomes obvious that wooden lattices were not designed to hold a person's weight. It shakes, rattles, and almost breaks as you climb up it. As you near the top a piece comes off in your hand. You drop it and grab the window ledge, then pull yourself up.

Megan stares out you through the open window. She looks pissed.