Hebe was supporting Derrick in the water that was now far too deep for him to lay in. She kept one hand under his back, and used the other to gently stroke him all over, creating a haze of milky water. Derrick struggled feebly, kicking his legs and waving his arms, protests coming out as gurgles. It was getting harder to move, his muscles weaker, coordination fading. Hebe smiled down at him, huge to his tiny form. "Just a few months more."
Derrick shrank rapidly now, losing all control of his body. Vision blurred, and he felt a dull ache in his belly. Hebe lifted him up quickly and set him down in a massive pile of soft towels. Tugging gently, she pulled something free from his stomach, a whitish, fleshy tube that dripped blood. It was the end of an umbilical cord, freshly cut. Hebe tossed it into the pool and finished drying Derrick off. "Just in time. Any more and you would have become unborn. And we can't have that happen until I have your new mother ready to take you inside her."
New mother? Derrick was confused and disoriented, but he still remembered everything despite having a newborn's body. He had let Hebe regress him from 15 years to 15 minutes old, had even enjoyed the experience. But now she was planning to take him back even further, to unbirth him! Would that change who he was?
Hebe stroked his tiny chest with one finger, then looked up and smiled. "Ah! Excellent timing." She picked him up and held him so he could see his soon-to-be mother.