"I'd like to become someone else! A completely different little boy!" 12 year old Derrick explained. "But still this age."
Hebe chuckled as she looked at the precocious youngster, and she gently stroked a finger along his cheeks, sending little dabs of freckles appearing as bits of muck fell from his face. "Would you now? Such a dreamer my little man is. Alright, I could make you any type of boy, from any race among men imaginable. We could even make you part creature, if your young imagination desires."
"You could?" Derrick exclaimed, almost leaping up for joy.
Hebe nodded, "Yes, all you have to do is choose, now, what will it be?"
The boy hummed softly to himself, "I wish...."