While on a working vacation, corporate heavyweight Gilda suffered a strange feeling of disorientation when she emerged onto the beach. Everything seemed distorted and outsized. She credited this feeling to the fact she was still wearing the protective glasses from the tanning booth in the hotel gym where she spent the previous 30 minutes. But things still looked outsized when Gilda took them off. Worse, she noticed that her 38C chest was now flat. Seething, she yelled for her secretary/assistant, "Mame!"

Initially startled that Mame now seemed twice her size, Gilda began to vent her anger. "Look at me! I'm all shrunk! Call my lawyer! We're going to sue the hotel, and the makers of the tanning booth and quick-tan lotion I used. And don't think you're getting off easy. I expected you to check these things out for me beforehand!" Gilda screamed.

"But you can't sue. Everything worked as it was supposed to. You see, I did check it all out beforehand, making sure the hotel had the proper tanning booth and could supply the lotion that seeps age-reversal chemicals into the body under the heat and humidity produced by the booth," Mame explained. "What?" Gilda bellowed with increased fury.

"Of course I planned it all," Mane added with a smirk. "For more than 10 years, I put up with your abuse, making me work odd hours for a measly salary, taking all the credit for my work and ideas while blaming me for your mistakes. You constantly behaved like a petulant child. Now you are one," she added. "Well, I order you to have whatever happened to me reversed, or I'll have you put in jail," Gilda shouted.

"Excuse me, but 5-year-olds don't give orders; especially to their mommy. Now come along. It's time to solidify our new relationship," Mame grinned as she grabbed Gilda's now tiny hand. Pulling away in horror, Gilda screamed, bawled, and slapped Mame with her free hand, while using her bare feet to impede being pulled back into the hotel. But when she kicked Mame, her ex-secretary stopped, knelt down, and threw Gilda across her knee to administer what business folk might call a corrective action, but most everyone else calls a spanking. This elicited louder cries from Gilda, and the stares of an elderly woman.

"Excuse me. I'm Mrs. Hayworth, and normally I don't approve of punishing children in that manner. But then, I've never seen a little girl act like such a rotten brat. She deserves it, and you have my blessing," the woman said. With that, Gilda, no longer a power in the world of business who made people jump when she gave orders, was yanked off to a new life where she held no power, and where she'd have no option but to be polite and obedient.

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