Timmy, still breathing deeply both because of previous yelping and current pouting, finally took his underpants out of his poor butt-crack and came out of the corner. He rubbed his bottom, inspecting the damage other the shoulder - surprisingly, boy's rear end didn't look as bad as he expected, but still was much more pink then ever. Timmy looked up at his dresser, there his pants lay, - seemed like for now he'll have to stay just in his undies.

Timmy was impressed - both by her, he had to admit, srylish abd attractive look and the rate of dressing up - as miss Westbridge appeared in her new outfit, but then he followed her order and came out of his room... even after all what happened to him already, the boy stood with his mouth opened in schock. He looked around, trying to notice any sign of familar interior, but it changed completely. "How?!.. W-what... There are... that's impos... Where..." Timmy mumbled, but he didn't know what he wanted to say by himself, and decided to stop saying things like "that-can-not-be" in case if miss Westbridge would find it uncooperative.