"OK. You can pretty much grant anything I wish for within reason."
Runt grinned "Doesn't even have to be within reason."
I nodded. "Still, since I am new at all this, how about some small stuff? Actually, pretty big for me, but I expect it will be pretty simple for you."
The demon lay back in the bed. "Sure thing. What do you want?"
I had to think - I wanted changes that I would know were magic and big enough to need some change to reality, but not make any serious changes in my life. "OK. I want to be 19 years old, be a natural redhead, be naturally athletic and trim, and have a respectable, but not grossly oversized uncircumcised sexual endowment. No changes to my job, my name, or family, OK?" I was a little nervous, because there was a lot of wiggle room here. but better to find out if this demon was going to screw me by granting things in the worst way possible on small stuff than something that could kill me.
Runt grinned. "I like those changes! You make a great redhead."
It took a moment for me to realize something had happened. A glance down showed a trim body that might belong to a swimmer, with pale, freckled skin. The bulge under my boxers promised a bit than I was expecting, but I was more interested in looking in the mirror first. Runt could have gone for comedy, but instead he had given me pretty much exactly what I had asked for in the best possible way. It was my face, but I had dark copper-red hair and bright blue eyes, with freckles spattered across my nose. Eyebrows and lashes were the same deep copper. I looked like a model for an Irish soap commercial.
That done, I had to inspect myself down below. I dropped my boxers and stared. Respectable was definitely a good description, but though it was all big enough to get stares most anywhere I went, I wasn't grossly oversized. Just sorta oversized. The overall effect was emphasized by a heavy foreskin that extended past my cock tip even though I was a good 8 inches soft.
Runt grinned. "You like?"
I didn't answer, instead going over to pick up my wallet and check my ID. I'd gotten new driver's license when I turned 22, but the one in my wallet was now my first one. It showed me at 17, with red hair that I had now, and my birth year was now 4 years later. According to this, I was legally 19. Oops. No drinking for two years. I might reconsider that, but for now it was pretty convincing. My credit cards were also missing. Again, probably due to my regressed age. Money was not likely to be an issue with Runt.
I suddenly felt dizzy and had to sit on the bed. Runt looked worried and scooted over to put an arm around my shoulder. "You OK?"
"Yeah." I took a deep breath. "It's just a lot to take in. All this is real? Everyone thinks I am 19 instead of 23?"
Runt chuckled. "You still have the same job flipping burgers, but you just started a month ago. Check whatever you want. Your high school diploma is now from last year, everything is changed to match."
I got up suddenly and went to the closet, digging my high school yearbook from the box in the corner. Not only was my Senior picture showing long red hair, but the notes crawled on the pages mentioned me being a ginger or redhead. There were a lot more comments than I remembered, though, and I didn't recognize any of the kids. It looked like I had been really popular in High School. Flipping through, I saw comments from the swimming coach and track coach about losing a great player. Sure enough, my red-haired self was pictured on both varsity teams. Not a captain or leader, but a main player.
"What about all my friends I had in school?" I gestured at the yearbook. "I don't really know any of these kids."
"What friends?" Runt snorted. "You were a loner who spent most of your time playing video games or watching TV. That all changed when you became an athlete. Team sports mean friends and travel and involvement." He grinned. "Of course, I did sorta tweak things a little. You graduated with honors, and even have a few scholarships available still. And when you see your 'new' friends, you'll remember them."
Something nagged at me, and I flipped back through the comments. More than a few indicated intimate relationships, and there seemed to be an even mix of boys and girls making them. "You made me bi-sexual!"
"More options!" Runt chuckled. "A very popular bi-sexual. Not single negative comments anywhere. You could kiss the most rabid homophobe in the whole school and he'd be pleased, if embarrassed. And pretty much anyone else is going to want to kiss back." He patted the bed. "Want to give the new bod a test drive?" He waggled his eyebrow suggestively. "I'm an expert in the field."