Drake stared in horror at the naked youth staring back at him. He reached out, as if it was somehow not real, and so did the boy - there was no escaping the fact that this bare stripling was him.
"But...but..." whined Drake, his prepubescent voice making him sound all the more pathetic. "This isn't what I meant!" he finally squeaked.
"What did I say about being specific, young man?" Beldazarr chuckled, watching as the tiny Drake hurridly inspected his diminished body. Smooth skin, scrawny little limbs, an adorable - if somewhat anxious - face, a little boy in all respects...his eyes went wide as he peered down between his legs to find a tiny little boy's penis peeping back. He instinctively grabbed it, whimpering slightly as he recalled the massive lion-cock he had so recently possessed; now all that remained was an inch-long, impotent little mockery of his manhood.
"I...I...wish I was twenty-one again!" he finally blurted out, still fondling himself in absent irritation.
"Granted," said Beldazarr, simply. Within moments, Drake's body began to tingle and he felt himself changing once more. He let out a little gasp of relief, turning his attention back to the mirror to watch his return to maturity, but what he saw only renewed his shock - his body wasn't growing, it was shrinking! He was getting still younger! Before his very eyes, his grade-school body rapidly dwindled - third-grade, second-grade, first-grade...
"What are you doing?!" Drake squealed, now barely out of kindergarten. Six-years-old, five, four - his body became round with baby-fat as he descended into his formative years, back into his toddler-hood. "Stoppit!" When the process finally stopped, a small boy, barely even two-years old, if that, pouted back at Drake from the mirror. The sight was too much for Drake to bear, and the little pout became a sniffle, a sob, then a full-blown tantrum as infantile emotions surfaced in parallel to his infantile body.
"Tha's no fair!" he screamed, stamping his little foot and causing his now minuscule 'pee-pee' to bob comically. "Change me ba'!"
"Hush, little one," Beldazarr cooed, somewhat condescendingly. "Such requests are the reason for your current predicament - I have merely done as you requested, made you twenty-one again. You didn't specify the time-units; I interpreted it as twenty-one months." Little Drake turned to glare at the djinn, looking as menacing as only a naked toddler can. "Be thankful I did not interpret it as seconds," the djinn added, darkly.
"Now, young sir, what is your next wish?"