Kenny grinned as more and more of Circe's power swirled in his young body. His ears came to slightly elvish points as more freckles dotted his little nose and face. His eyes twinkled with boyish mischief even as the last bit of his testicles dissipated leaving smooth, unhindered skin. Kenny no longer remembered or cared about being grown up. He was immortally young, as he should be, happy and carefree. He could run, hide, climb, get messy and no one would care. Wiggling his toes in his sneakers he untied them and allowed himself to walk barefoot after Mistress Circe.