To the hardware store for supplies, and some quick tests of my powers

At the hardware store, I start to fill a basket with any tool that looks like it might be useful for causing mayhem while time is stopped. Everything from scissors, to superglue, to rubber tubing, to duct tape.

I'm about to go to the front of the store and pay for my goods with my stolen money, when I realize there's no point in that at all. I can just stop time, shove everything in the backpack that I've also added to my basket, and leave.

But before I go, I reckon this is as good a place as any to test how superglue works when time is stopped.

I approach a young woman from behind. She's got a petite frame, long black hair, and is wearing a light floral sundress. She's studying a shelf with different kinds of potted plants on it.

TIME STOP

Having stopped time, I find the heaviest nearby item I can - a large box containing a heavy duty pressure washer. I heave it over to her, and then realize it isn't tall enough for what I have in mind. So I go back for a second box, and stack it on top of the first. Now the two heavy boxes stacked on top of each other reach up to nearly her shoulder height.

I liberally apply some superglue to the back of her dress, and then push the boxes up against her back.

If my theory is correct, because I'm affecting these inanimate objects, they enter my timestream, and therefore the glue should be hardening already. When I start time, she'll already have her dress stuck to the boxes.

If my theory is incorrect, the glue will only just be starting to harden, and she'll have plenty of time to step away from the boxes and save her dress from getting stuck.

For good measure, I lift up the front of her skirt, and use a pair of scissors to snip open one side of her silky red panties. It's still delicately balanced on her hips for now, but as soon as she moves much at all, they'll start to fall to the floor, and she'll realize they've been ruined and rendered useless.

I set myself up a viewing hole from the next aisle over by moving a few boxes of plant food aside, and then prepare to watch my experiment unfold.

TIME START

The woman instantly notices the new sensation of two rigid boxes behind her, and tries to turn around.

But her dress is stuck! The back of her sundress is completely adhered to the top box behind her.

She starts to panic, both screaming and wriggling frantically. That disturbs her ruined red undies, and they quickly drop down her legs to the ground.

A young and scrawny male sales assistant has heard the scream, and is hot-footing it from your aisle to hers.

TIME STOP

I've got another experiment to perform. Currently, with the woman pulling away from the boxes, there's a lot of tension between the woman and the box.

What happens, then, if I were to disturb the material bringing that tension into equilibrium, namely the sundress?

I bring my scissors back out, and approach the woman. Starting at the hem of the dress, I carefully slice a long cut up one side of the dress, all the way up to her armpit.

As I expected, just before I finish the cut at the armpit, it starts to tear of its own accord, because the woman's pulling is now putting too much **** onto that poor remaining bit of fabric. But, because time is stopped, it's happening extremely slowly. I can see the fabric strands starting to buckle, and there's no stopping them now, but I could wait here for at least few hours before it actually finished tearing.

I'll do the calculations to determine exactly how slow time is moving some other time. Right now, there's fun to be had.

I perform the same cut on the other side of her dress, and the fabric just under her right armpit begins to tear too, just like the left one.

I return to my hidden spot, and prepare to watch the calamity unfold.

TIME START

Instantly, the woman's dress appears to have ripped at both sides. With a loud tearing sound, the fabric parts, and now the only thing connecting the woman to the dress is the collar and sleeves.

The added tension is too much for these flimsy sections of fabric, and the woman still has her whole body weight pressed forward, away from the boxes.

The ripping sound continues.

"Oh no." The woman says, horrified, as she breaks free of her sundress, and goes straight into the shelving unit filled with plant pots.

Fortunately, whoever set up that shelving unit did a good job, and nothing comes down, other than a couple of plant pots that the woman's flailing arms smack into.

Having been suddenly libterated from her sundress, and with her panties already on the floor, the woman is wearing nothing at all - apparently, due to having small breasts, she has forgone wearing a bra. She shrieks and covers her pussy with her hands, but it's too late. The scrawny sales assistant has seen everything. And from my hiding place in the next aisle, I have too.

Even worse, her clothing is all completely ruined. She has nothing to wear.

I pretend to be an innocent bystander, and run to see what's happened, along with practically everyone else in the store. Thanks to her screams, everyone within earshot is converging on her location.

And she's as naked as the day she was born, with the sole exception of her high heels.