The stone warmed in John's hand as his surroundings blurred like a camera going out of focus. The sounds of frying eggs, conversations between patrons, and the clanking of dirty dishes being washed faded away.
When the world around came back into focus John instantly realized that his house was not back to the way that he wanted it. The rows of tables and chairs were now gone, instead their were steel-frame, clothing display racks all over the place. Each rack contained an assortment of bras, panties, and the occasional swimsuit. The enclosed kitchen area was now open for all to see, it contained shelves of silk stockings, and other assorted female undergarments. The spot where the cashier was once standing was now occupied by a female mannequin wearing matching pink panties and a bra. The place looked like a second rate Victoria's Secret.
Needless to say, John was stunned by what he saw. Just then his mother walked up to him and said, "John, we just got a shipment in, I need you to go enter the new inventory into the computer and then restock the empty shelves."
John couldn't think of anything else to say so he just decided to play along. "Uh ok, I'll get right on it," said John.
"Thanks John. Just remember that if this business takes off you and me can move into a real house and not have to live upstairs anymore. Wouldn't you like to live in a place where you aren't surrounded by ladies underwear?"
"Yes, mom, I really would."
John walked back to the room marked Employees Only as he thought about how he was going to fix this.
