Derrick wrinkled his nose. "No diapers. Stop." He was maybe three now, staring at the cute little boy reflected back. Hebe scooped up some more water and rinsed his hair and skin again. "Did you ask me something?" More cloudy water swirled as he lost more months."
"Yes! Stop!" Another caress of warm water and he shrank a little more, urinating and defecating as the water dirtied, and then cleared. Almost down to two now. "Pwease, stop!"
Hebe paused, the handfuls of water for her next rinse hovering over his head. She smiled and dumped the water back in the pool and then hefted him out effortlessly. Setting Derrick down on fluffy white towels, she dried him off as he squirmed and tried to get a look at his child's body. Two years old!? He was slender with a rounded tummy, s small uncircumcised nub of a penis, not much more than an infant. He felt confused, his thoughts blurred. Words were hard to grab hold of - they were still in his head, but when he tried to pull them together they broke apart like smoke. "Derrick... baby boy?"
Hebe nodded as she dried off his hair, which now looked like it had never been cut. "Not quite a baby. Two years old, I think. A lovely little boy. And you will stay this way until I take you all the way back, unbirth you and start you over as someone or something else. Won't that be fun? Always an adorable little boy, scampering around the Spa, playing with other toddlers your new age, acting and thinking as a happy two-year-old forever?"