"I would like to be young again."
Yuna grinned. "You are not so old now. I am surprised you would wish for youth over wealth or beauty, as so many of your kind do. But that is an easy request! And since you saved me in kindness, I will not make you an infant and leave you to die in the woods."
"Oh! Wait - I should have said how young..." I started to object, but it was already too late. The world expanded around me as I shrank, clothes bagging, but then adjusting to fit. The fox sat and watched, twitching her tail.
When the world steadied, I looked at myself. I was slender, and my clothes had also changed style as well as size. I had on bright sneakers, jeans, and a T-shirt with a picture of a bunch of Asian boys and 'King and Prince' with Japanese or Chinese writing. It took me a moment to realize that my arms were darker and smooth. I had no stubble on my face, and the obviously dyed red hair hanging to my shoulders was thick. "What did you do to me?" I froze as soon as I heard my voice. What I thought I said came out as unfamiliar jabbering, and it was the voice of a kid. Remembering the hair, and grabbed at my crotch. To my great relief, there was a bulge there - actually a very substantial one, but that could be investigated later.
Yuna seemed amused. "I have granted your wish. You are a 14 year-old human boy who will be considered stunningly handsome in Japan, admired by females and males alike. You have an amazing singing voice, as well as incredible sexual capability and stamina. Best of all, this gift is permanent. You will remain young, healthy, and beautiful forever!"
"Wait! You mean I'm stuck as a kid?" Again, what came out of my mouth wasn't English.
"Follow me." Yuna trotted off into the trees, and I followed, still not really believing any of this was real. We stopped at a still pond, where I immediately moved to check my reflection. Well, it was someone's reflection, but it sure didn't match what had been in my mirror that morning. A young teenage Asian boy, Japanese, I guess, stared back at me. He was almost pretty enough to be a girl, but there was something in the face that would have left no doubt in my mind about being male even if I wasn't feeling interesting sensations in my crotch.
"This is really me?" I was getting used to the odd sounds, and realized that I was speaking Japanese! As soon as that thought crossed my mind, there was a weird sense of disorientation in my head, and then the sounds I was making were normal speech. Well, normal Japanese, but I knew what I was saying. "Why am I talking like this?"
Yuna scampered around me, yipping laughter before moving to stand in front of me again. "You are a beautiful boy from my homeland, and it would not be nice to deny you the ability to speak your own language."
"But I am Americ…" I felt more confusion as memories flickered in my head. "My name is... Keito Okamoto and I was born in Tokyo?"
The 'real' answers were still in my head, but what popped out in my thoughts were a totally different life growing up in Japan.
Yuna yipped again. "My kind must have their fun. Anyway, you were wasting away here in the woods. Since you were kind to me, I am being kind to you. But since you seem uncertain, I will even give you a choice. You can be an American again, or stay like this and be a famous celebrity in Japan. Or I can make you someone else, my choice and final say."