Hebe ran her hands over his body, gentle and almost lovingly, smiled down at him. "How young do you want to be?" She scooped more water up in her hands and dribbled it over him, then wiped away the resulting mud. He stared at a gritty rivulet on his arm and wiped at it with his own hand. Hebe laughed. "Are you trying to work the magic yourself? I am a goddess. It takes magic that you do not have to do this." She reached down into the water and rubbed his nub of a penis- more mud drifted away, joined by a yellowish cloud as his bladder emptied. Another dribble of the water over his body and a stroke of huge hands stripped more age away. Derrick's reflection was maybe a 3 year-old, and another cloud of urine stained the water. Hebe smiled. "You do not care about being potty trained, do you?"