Timmy closed the door of his bedroom behind him and locked it. The lock wouldn't keep Vicky out forever, but it would buy him time if she decided to barge in on him.
He walked over to his bed trying his best not to step on any of the pink and green objects strewn across the floor of his room. He couldn't remember where they all had come from or why most of them were only pink and green. Something about those colors felt like they were of great importance to him, but he could never remember why.
Timmy placed the outfit on his bed and then began changing out his clothes. While he was changing his mind began to wander. Vicky hadn't made him dress up like this since he was ten, why would she start again now?
His thoughts centered on the many ways Vicky's behavior had changed since the incident of two weeks ago. Vicky had become far less physically abusive. It used to be that if he did anything to anger her she would beat him and enjoy immensely, but now Timmy couldn't recall a single time she had struck him since before the incident.
Then there was the way she dressed lately, since this was the most obvious way in which she was acting different Timmy thought it over the most. Vicky had definitely started dressing in a more girly fashion. She had always been something of a tomboy or at least she wore clothes that were more practical for her hobby of being an evil babysitter. Now she wore dresses and shorts that showed off her legs every week. He thought she wore more makeup then usual too, though he couldn't be sure about this. She even occasionally let her hair down around him, something he had never seen her do in the 5 years before, though she had her hair up in its customary ponytail today.
Timmy felt his body shudder with the recognition that he had just thought about how Vicky looked and dressed. Puberty is hard on everyone, but Timmy Turner's was particularly difficult and to him somewhat shameful. Timmy had always thought Trixie Tang was pretty, but when he first began to notice girls in a different light he was blown away by how beautiful she was. This made her rejections even more frustrating, and Timmy soon found that his crush was dying.
The really hard part of puberty for Timmy though, the thing that he even felt ashamed about was the realization that he found Vicky physically attractive. Vicky, one the few people in his life he would consider his enemy was becoming more and more attractive to him, especially in the last two weeks since she had started dressing differently. Worse still, Vicky was even what Timmy would describe as his type; skinny and pale like Trixie.
Timmy slowly came back to reality and finished changing. Doing his best to ignore his growing sense of embarrassment he exited his room only to be met by a blinding flash. The flash blinded him temporarily, but as his eyes readjusted he could make out Vicky standing in front of him with her camera leveled at him. Another bright flash hit his eyes and Timmy angrily shouted "Vicky!"
Vicky responded "sorry twerp but I needed something to blackmail you with. How else can I be sure that you'll actually clean every toilet in the house? It's not like I can beat you into submission that would leave bruises that your parents could find." Rubbing his eyes and finding that his vision had returned, Timmy replied "that never stopped you before two weeks ago"
Timmy saw Vicky's face become emotionless and then turn a soft red. She stood still blankly for a few seconds before she erupted with rage. Screaming at the top of her lungs she yelled "Get scrubbing you little shit" and pointed down the stairs towards the first floor bathroom. Timmy calmly obeyed and headed down the stairs.
He felt good, even thought he was wearing a dress and doing what she had ordered, he felt like he had won that exchange with Vicky. Timmy couldn't remember a single time he had ever embarrassed Vicky before. What did he have to feel embarrassed about anyway? This was more behavior from Vicky that puzzled him.
Timmy set to work on cleaning the toilet and then moved on to the tile floor. Doing his best to just concentrate on what was in front of him Timmy found that the image of Vicky standing stiff and her face turning red kept popping into his head. He'd hate to admit it, but he was beginning to feel remorseful for what he did to her. For those few seconds of weakness Vicky had actually appeared human, hell she even looked cute.