John woke up early; it was Wednesday he had a busy day planned. Although he didn't need to he began a rigorous exercise routine, after doing a series of pushups, sit-ups and pull ups he went for a quick run through this neighborhood. On a whim he opened his mind to listen to what his neighbors' thoughts were, not many were awake yet but there were a few.
He was surprised to learn that like many American's throughout the country, many of his neighbors were barely hanging on to their homes having exhausted their savings after losing their jobs. A common theme running through all of his neighbors' worries seemed to be the way the banks had handled the situations, one bank stood out from the all the others as being the worst offender, the Main Street Bank of the City of Mountain View California.
He returned home sweaty after running five miles in less than 15 minutes, fortunately no one saw him, since the neighborhood was only beginning to wake. He would need to be careful not to be seen exercising his abilities.
It concerned him that so many people he knew were suffering and since part of his duty was to help others, he had an idea, but would need to learn more before he could formulate a response and solution. Although he was a student of Keynesian economics, the key word was "student"; he would need time and help to pull this off.
He showered and afterward ate a hearty breakfast that was waiting for him on the table when he was ready. He returned to his bedroom and was struck by its small space. He would need more room, eventually a bigger house, but in the meantime he simply enlarged his room and upgraded furnishings, going from a double bed to a "California King", while adding a couch, some tasteful paintings, a mirror over his bed and upgraded the carpet. That would have to do for a while, he thought. What he had done wasn't simply moving out the walls to enlarge his space, no he caused the space to increase without adding to the overall square footage of the house. In other words, he enlarged his 12'x12' room by three times without subtracting from the other rooms or adding an inch to the house. John didn't quite understand what he had done, just that this was the outcome that he wanted, he thought of it as dimensional physics.
His space enlarged he was now able to concentrate on his plans for the day. He had yet to call Mrs. Greene, and thought maybe he should just stop by; he could do that after his bank visit, which shouldn't take long, leaving his afternoon open. He dressed comfortable; since it was warm and would change his attire once he arrived. It was time to try out his new sports car, a sleek burgundy 2013 Nissan 370Z Roadster; it would send the right message, he thought. The car handled like nothing he had ever experienced. He shifted from one gear to another loving the sound as he put the V6 332 horse power engine through its paces. It wouldn't be long before he would run into traffic, but wasn't concerned. John timed the traffic lights to change as he approached, and only stopped to retract the roof. As he approached traffic he increased his speed and his car began to dematerialized, becoming out of phase with the rest of the solid matter and allowing him to pass through all solid objects. He was invisible, and as he moved through one vehicle after the other he could hear and see everything. Occasionally he slowed to observe drivers as they listened to their radio programs and music stations. Many had cups of coffee at the ready, but a surprising number were completing their morning grooming while sitting in traffic. John disengaged his "phantom mode" as he called it once he had gotten through and quickly slipped into the bank's parking lot.
Feeling a bit sporty he changed into a tan Andrew Fezza Taupe Sport Coat with a light blue dress shirt, no neck tie dark tan slacks and completing his attire with Air Giovanni penny loafers. He activated his special car alarm with a chirp and strolled into the bank. He paused in the foyer scanned the place and removed the latest pair of Stephen Murray sunglasses, putting them into the left breast pocket of his sports coat.
Everyone looked busy, but seemed to be aware of his arrival. He spotted one or more tellers sneaking a peek at him, blushing and adjusting hair, or makeup between customers. Their behavior caused John to chuckle to himself and he thought it might be fun to look through their clothing like he did in the mall the other day. Slowly layer by layer the clothing of the all the people in the bank began to fade away until he saw all of them completely naked. It was amazing to see all the breast and male equipment suspended in the air through their clothing. He didn't want to see the men naked so he backed off the effect to see the men in their underwear.
"John Smith, good to see you again, welcome back. Who are you seeing today," Tammy greeted him in her usually chipper voice, and batting her long eyelashes, knowing full well he was there to see Mr. Adams.
John turned to greet her seeing right through her clothes, "It is good to see you, too, Tammy. You're looking very lovely today! You look incredible," he said as he looked her over, beginning with her face and then stepping back to take in all her beauty.
She was perched on four inch heels she looked like a model from a vintage edition of a Playboy centerfold, seeing her without her clothes. She was half the woman she was the last time they met. John blinked and his vision returned to normal to see her attire so that he would be able to comment on it, and then went back to nude version. It was hard to tell which version he liked best. She did look amazing.
"Thank you Mr. Smith."
"John," he interrupted to correct her, "Call me John.
"Alright, John it is," she smiled and her entire face lit up, "Am correct that you are here to see Mr. Adams?"
"Indeed you are," John replied looking past her to see all the naked staff peaking at him.
"Please have a seat, I'll tell him that you are here."
"She certainly seems enamored with you. You'll need to act on that given the opportunity," his dad's disembodied voice said in his mind, "cute little thing. It seems that your suggestions took hold and have bared fruit."
John looked around at all the gorgeous naked women walking around on their tiptoes most with their breast suspended in the air defying gravity. He'd switch back to normal vision to see their clothing, alternating between the two ways of seeing within a split seconds. It was having unintended effects, causing a growing need and made the wait go quickly. The female traffic was interesting and he was fascinated by all the various shapes and sizes, and more than a few women had come to work in "commando mode". He was beginning to suspect that there was a lot more going on here than just high finance.
"Mr. Adams would be free shortly," Tammy said. "Can I get you something to drink, coffee, tea, water, me," She said as she looked down at his crotch and licked her lips, causing John to notice just how bright red her lips were.
"Are you free for lunch," she asked, working the eyelashes.
"Gee, Tammy, I have plans for lunch," He paused as he watched her closely. "I have a few minutes after my appointment if you can get away."
"I'll see what I can do," she replied and paused. "Mr. Adams will see you now," she said obviously hearing his voice over her headset, "Do you remember the way or should I escort you?"
