I'm out of my element with this one so bear with me
Timmy Turner stared dejectedly into his bowl of cereal; he would have to spend another weekend without his parents. In the last year or so they had developed a routine of leaving nearly every weekend. They would usually tell him they were leaving for a Business trip or a romantic getaway or whatever. Timmy never bothered to listen to them anymore as the result was always the same for him.
He would be left in the care of his "vigilant" and "loving" babysitter Vicky. He didn't believe he needed one anymore but knew that in the mind of his parents he was still a toddler, so he never bothered to tell them this. Plus for whatever reason his mother and father both adored Vicky, paying her well more than they ought to. Maybe it was because she could make him do the chores they couldn't. They didn't know she accomplished this through blackmail and intimidation, but what did it matter as they never believed Timmy when he told them about it.
A weekend with Vicky usually entailed manual labor, blackmail, random beatings, starvation and occasionally torture. A few weeks back however something had changed or more precisely she had changed. 5 years under her "care" had taught Timmy many of her mannerisms and idiosyncrasies, so he knew when something was off.
The doorbell rang which was followed by a thunder clap even though it was a bright clear day. Mrs. Turner spoke jovially "that must be Vicky". Timmy peeked out of the kitchen at the doorway to see a very different Vicky indeed. Instead of her usual attire of black jeans and a green shirt that showed off her midriff, Vicky wore a loose fitting dress that ended a little above her knees. Timmy felt the familiar feeling of fear that her presence caused wash over him, this time though it was accompanied with other emotions he couldn't name. Vicky's appearance was far more feminine than usual and Timmy didn't know what to make of it.
Timmy ducked back into the kitchen and returned to his cereal. While sitting at the kitchen table Timmy heard his mother welcome Vicky into his home, this was followed by Vicky speaking in a sickeningly sweet tone that only Timmy's parents bought.
"Hello Mrs. Turner is my darling Timmy ready for another weekend with his favorite babysitter"?
Timmy heard his mother reply "of course Vicky, you know that Timmy loves his alone time with you"
A few years ago his mother's comment would have angered him, but he has slowly accepted the fact that his parents never believed what he said about her and that he was simply going to have to deal with her until he was old enough not to need a babysitter or until his parents thought so.
Timmy heard his mother call out to him. "Timmy come say hello to Vicky" Timmy begrudgingly exited the kitchen and walked over to them, as soon as he entered the room he could feel their eyes on him. Timmy's mother shot him a glance of annoyance for making her have to tell him to say hello. Vicky was using her usual ruse for Timmy's parents which entailed a sweet looking smile while she batted her eye lids all the while projecting an air of innocence.
Timmy stepped as close to Vicky as he dared and spoke in a sullen tone ripe with indignation. "Hi Vicky" Vicky apparently oblivious to his tone kept her smile and stepped forward. Despite the recent growth spurt puberty had provided him, Timmy was still a few inches shorter than her, though she no longer towered over him.
Vicky wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into her. Timmy tensed and prepared himself for pain. A Vicky hug usually entailed her bear hugging him and crushing his lungs, or her jabbing a thumb or finger in his ribs. Shock consumed Timmy when the pain never came; in fact her touch while firm was nowhere near as forceful as usual.
She spoke while holding him, "Timmy sweetest of all my charges."
Timmy's mother remarked "were so lucky to have someone as nice and responsible like Vicky"
Vicky released Timmy who instinctively backed away; fear filled his heart with the realization that Vicky hadn't made use of an opportunity to hurt him. Mr. Turner entered the room seemingly from nowhere carrying two suitcases. He handed one the bags to his wife and then handed Vicky a large wad of bills which she promptly pocketed. "That's for food and anything else you kids need" within an instant of this Mr. and Mrs. Turner were out the door. Vicky who had followed them out spun round to face Timmy.
Timmy felt her gaze upon him, even after years of her torture he was still afraid of being alone with her.
Vicky spoke her tone no longer disguised. "Well twerp, guess what I have in store for you." Timmy took a guess. "You're going to make me do some backbreaking and thankless task?"
Vicky responded her tone taking a sweet cadence not to disguise her emotions but because she simply enjoyed torturing him. "You're close twerp; I'm going to make you do some backbreaking and thankless task while you wear this!
Vicky gestured to a French maid outfit she pulled out from seemingly nowhere, which was now in her left hand. Timmy let out a small laugh. Vicky with a puzzled look on her face asked "what's so funny twerp" Timmy responded "as humiliating as that outfit is, I've dealt with this before Vicky, you're going to have to try harder than that.
A smirk of satisfaction came across Vicky's face and Timmy immediately regretted his words.
Speaking in her morbidly happy tone Vicky said "I forgot to tell you twerp, I got a new digital camera with SD card expansion" Vicky held out the camera which too appeared seemingly from nowhere. The smirk on her face grew larger. Vicky continued "with this camera I can document your secret desire to be a cross dresser with thousands of high resolution pictures and share them with your friends and family."
Timmy sighed in defeat and took the maid outfit from her. Vicky spoke "now be a good twerp and get to work before I decide you have to change in front of me and my new camera." Timmy with outfit in hand set out for his room.