"Rise and shine, little boy" said the babysitter dressed in a bath-gown and pancakes.
"Uh... I'm not little." Joe complained again, remembering the spanking from last night.
"Seriously have you seen yourself in a mirror?" mocked the babysitter.
"Uh?" Joe was confused but looked at his fullsize mirror on the corner of the room, he saw sitting on his bed a boy. "Who's that?" the boy was pointing at him back, the realization hit him like a thousand bricks. "AH!" he shrieked jumping out of the bed and seeing himself in the mirror, staring at him was a boy on the other side of puberty.
"Told you you were little. 40 spanks at a quarter year each... you are what 8-7?"
"Who are you?" said Joey now fearing for himself.
"My name is Zebelda. I look for little boys trapped in adult bodies and add them to my various collections. Now the question is what to do with you?"
"Turn me back!" Joey demanded.
"No, not that. But troublesome boys don't get to grow up." She said in sweet but serious tone. "I'd like to keep them cute for a while, maybe a should transform you like the others, you'll like the company don't you?"