It only took a few moments to drop the guy to twenty years old, smooth cheeked and slender. He looked like an average young man now, fresh out of high school. Another pass made him fit and trim, nothing remarkable, but obviously athletic. And obviously hung as I gave him a very large, uncut package which made a noticeable bulge in his jeans.
"Company coming." Runt nodded down the street, where a police officer was walking his beat. The officer had altered his path towards us. I guess we could have moved on, but I was curious what the man would say. He nodded and glanced down at the former bum, then frowned and looked up and down the street. "This guy a friend of yours?"
I shook my head. "No, sir. We saw him laying here and were just checking to see if he was OK. I think he's just sleeping."
The officer nodded. "Yeah. Still, best to make sure." he tapped the soles of the guy's feet with his night stick. "Sir? You OK?"
The former bum jerked awake, his eyes going wide when he saw the officer. "Sorry! I know I told you I was gonna move on, but I drifted off. I'll..." As he sat up, he caught sight of his clothing and froze. Then he must have realized his voice was different. "Huh?" he tried clearing his throat, but still sounded young. "What the hell?" He stared at his arms and hands, and then felt his face.
The officer frowned and leaned forward slightly to sniff. "Doesn't smell like you've been drinking. You on some kinda drugs, kid?"
"No! I... uh..." The young man looked confused, then frowned. "I was... this is so weird. I don't remember how I got here. Or why I'm here."
The officer looked concerned. "How about I take you over to City General and let them check you out?" He nodded to us. "I'll take it from here, guys"
Runt took my arm and led me away. "That's gonna cause some headaches. Let me make a couple of fixes."
"What did you do?", I asked a minute later. Runt smiled. "Well, you made him young and healthy. But he has no matching identity, and if they had run his prints it might have brought up his real self. So I altered his fingerprints and teeth. No records. And he doesn't remember his old life past the age of 20, and only general stuff. Don't worry. He'll adjust real quick, and Social Services will give him a fresh start."