His name is Abhiraj. He is a boy, just like any other boy, except he has a secret. One deep, dark secret. One that he keeps locked away, deep within himself, not just because he will punished for it by society's harsh ways, but because if the world were to become aware of its existence, its tremondous potential could be used in the hands of evil. Like Lex Luthor or Oprah or some shit.

...he has the power to see through clothing. All the time. In fact, he can't trigger when it's on or off. It's simply going all the time.

This power certainly has its obvious perks. The home-makeover section of Borders. Women's Olympic volleyball. The inside of a movie theater that happens to be playing The Notebook. Outside of a preschool. Wait. Shit.

However, in spite of all this, the power of naked people does not come without its costs. It is not always a gift. Think about it... not everybody is a model. You sadly realize this within the first two minutes of aquiring your powers. Those who were once friendly enough are now utterly horrifying. The mailman. Your elderly neighbors. Your obese Uncle Mark. Before, you used to love his big, hearty bearhugs; now, after receiving one, you feel dirty and want to file a restraining order against him.

Places which once brought you joy are no longer safe. NFL games, for example. Yes, there are cheerleaders, that is certainly true. There are also roughly 60,000 other very fat, very drunk, and now, very naked people, gathered to watch other...