"This is my choice! And I want to.be awake and enjoy the changes, so I'm not gonna be unborn or an infant." 'Lance' scowled at his younger brothers then said "I want to be the youngest boy, but still be able to walk and talk. Maybe 5 years old?"
"Very simple." Hebe gestured towards the marble pool and Lance stepped in, then sat down. His brothers crowded close to watch. The woman sat on the edge of the pool and started to wash Lance off with handfuls of the sparkling water. As she did so, grains of fine sand seemed to appear and get washed away. The first victim of this change was his impressive tool, which rapidly shrank as he passed back through puberty. Peter's eyes widened. "You look my age!" The younger boy grinned. "Make him really little, so I can be the middle kid!"
Lance looked up at Hebe. "You heard Danny! He gets to be older than me."
Hebe grinned and kept up the slow rinse, causing more years to wash away. Lance watched with fascination as he got smaller, younger. He was approaching Danny's age now, and his near-twin was thrilled. It only took a few more rinses to drop Lance obviously to a point where he was younger, 7, then 6. Lance was watching his own transformation with fascination, and did not say anything as Hebe regressed him to about age 5, and kept going. He was down to 4 and heading for 3 when he frowned. "I wanna be able to walk and talk!"
"And so you shall!" Hebe laughed as she rinsed away another year, then lifted the toddler Lance out of the water onto soft towels. "You are perhaps two and a half years old. Just able to walk and talk. Not terribly well at either, and you will find that diapers are required. And if you happen to like this enough, we can give you wings and make you a darling cherub!"