Derrick got a lot of curious looks, and also a wide berth as his body odor reached modern nostrils. The receptionist did not seem to mind, grinning as he approached the main desk. She looked at her computer screen, then back at Derrick a moment, nodding to herself. "You must be Derrick. Hebe is expecting you."
That startled the young man. "But it's been ten years!"
"Only for you." The receptionist smiled. "Your family is still on the tour. You just went in for your massage about twenty minutes ago." She gestured towards the entrance to Hebe's spa. "Go on in. She is expecting you."
Bewildered, Derrick trudged into the chamber he had last entered a decade ago and found the stunning girl waiting by her stone pool. She nodded her head in approval as he approached. "You turned out quite well! Once we get you cleaned up, you will be quite an interesting young man. Off with your clothes and into the tub!"
Derrick hesitated. "Uh, I don't want to be a little kid again."
"Do not worry. I promise you will retain that impressive tool - after all, I was the one who set you up with it."
That was true enough. Derrick stripped off his ragged and very pungent clothing and sat down in the stone basin. The water was warm and pleasant, and she began to pour it over his head. Some sort of thick soap came next, and she began a thorough scrubbing that turned the water black and his skin pink. He was nervous about ending up a child again, but Hebe was true to her word. When she was done, she presented him with a hand mirror.