The woman with the white gown slowly approached the couple, a sly smile on her face.
"Men," she said, as she got closer. "You've always got only one thing on your mind."
"Who the hell are you?" Ken asked, as Janine sat up, looking at the strange woman. Could it be that Ken was about to have a three way? He'd always wondered what they were like.
Reading his thoughts, Circe's face instantly became enraged. "Ignorant fool!" She lifted her arm and Janice flew across the pond, her ass skipping against the surface like a stone for a few dozen yards.
Janine screamed as she travelled down the pond, before instantly disappearing into thin air. Ken's face whipped around to look at the woman in the robe again, his eyes wide.
"WHAT the hell are you?" he asked, cautiously standing up.
"I am Circe. I have been around for centuries, causing untold punishment to men. You worthless creatures have been exploiting women since the beginning of time. Even your dreams are filled with your lustrous desires."
"In my defense, I AM 16 years old," Ken half-jokingly replied.
"Silence!" Circe commanded, pointing at him and firing what appeared to be an energy beam or something at him. It struck Ken in the chest and he fell backwards on the ground, clutching his chest.
"You have no idea what evil things I've seen your kind subject onto the female of your species," Circe continued, unconcerned for Ken's pain. "You've sold women into slavery, you've beat them. Hell, you've even accused them of crimes they've never even committed. The Salem Witch trials come to mind."
"We're not ALL evil, you know," Ken groaned, as he sat up slowly.
"Yes you are," Circe replied, grinning down at him condescendingly. "You just don't know it yet."
"Now, as for your punishment," she continued. She thought for a moment. "Oh, yes. I know!" She stared at Ken, her eyes blazing with fury, it seemed. In a few moments, Ken could feel his perspective beginning to shift.
"Hey, what the hell is happening to me?!"
"Why, you're getting younger, you worthless bastard," Circe said, still concentrating on Ken's punishment.
He watched, as the world continued to grow around him, while his muscles shriveled, his face became younger, his clothes grew ever larger on his smaller frame.
Within a minute, the process was complete.
"There. You're ten years old now," Circe said afterward. Then, she grabbed her chin, thinking silently for a moment. "Wait. Something's still not right."
Ken then shrank a little further, while remaining the same age.
"There. All done." Circe said, admiring her handiwork. "Well, I must admit, little boy, it's been fun. But I'm afraid I have to go. See you around, short stuff." She then vanished into thin air, just as Janice had done a few minutes earlier.
Ken walked around the remnants of his wet dream, unsure of what to do now. He was alone now, at least until he woke up. He walked over to his clothes lying on the ground, noticing how much larger they were than before.
"Well, on the bright side," Ken thought to himself. "This IS only a dream, right?"