Kenny jumped and ran after Circe in his bare feet, feeling more free and happy than he ever had. Circe seemed to tolerate the new boy, almost like she was leading him someplace. Catching up, Kenny slowed his pace, enjoying the fresh, long grass as it tickled his hairless legs and feet.
While he had forgotten his previous existance, something of it's remains pressed on his mind. He did notice that he knew a whole lot less than before; nothing but the simplest math remained, and looking at a few billboards he could see from the parkland they were walking, he gulped as he realized that he didn't know how to read very well. Any worry about it dissipated like the ether, though; Kenny (was that his name?) couldn't seem to concentrate on any one subject for very long.
"Well Peter", said Circe, "Enjoying yourself?" Circe grinned mischeiviously while shee looked pointedly at his crotch, and the young lad looked down to see his own hand twiddling with himself through his shorts. Hardly feeling a twinge of shame, he looked up with a quizzical smile.
"Whatcha call me Peter for, lady? My names... um..." What the heck WAS his name?
"Yes, Peter; it suits you, child. Little Peter Pan, the boy who wouldn't grow up! Fear not, youngling, I'm dropping you off at your new home in just a short while."
Peter quickly, strangely, adapted to his new name, but not without asking "Pan, though? You can't gimme THAT for a last name... its too corny..."
"No, no... your last name Ryerson. Now stop playing with yourself and follow along, you silly child!"
Peter let go of himself and hummed as he skipped along behind her. The tiny bit of his past prodded his mind to wonder why his little penie just shrivled right up instead of getting hard when he played with it. Tugging his shorts down, he lifted his now-harmless pee-shooter and looked at the tight, wrinkled skin under it, thinking "yep, just like always... huh?" He wasn't sure; was he always like this or not? He must have been, though, so... no need to worry, right?
Circe kept herself busy re-arranging his thoughts as she mentally adjusted the youngling the last necessary bit before she dropped him off. She had to stop and send the boy back a few steps, though, when she turned and noticed that after his little self-inspection, the brat had abandoned his shorts completely and was skip-walking along behind her in just his shirt. While she apreciated the adorable look of the little cherubic child, she did, of course, yell at him to retrieve his shorts in a manner that made Peter gulp in fear and do as he was told, quickly.
"Being naked rules, lady. Clothes are stupid!" He said as he tugged on his shorts. Taking her hand, he allowed himself to be lead up a nice cottage-style houses' lane.
"Who lives here..." Peter stopped asking his question when a rush of familiarity rushed through him, strong enough for him to glare at Circe, knowing she was feeding false memories directly into him. "Hey! I can't live here, I've never seen-" His complaints cut off with one look and a finger-motion from Circe, he lost all ability to talk while she knocked on the door of the well-kept home.
The former strong teen Kenny, now a permanently pre-teen pre-pubertal boy-child, held the ladys hand in childish fear, wondering just what the holy heck was going on.