Runt muttered a sudden curse as I turned to see a young woman in her thirties approach. She had blonde hair and was very pretty in a girl-next-door way. She was frowning and looking at the policeman. When she got to us she looked at me and then at my companion. "Runt! I should have known. Passing out transformation powers, and I am willing to bet no rules."
"Rules?" I asked curiously before I realized she knew who and what Runt was. "Oh! Uh, if I did anything wrong, I'll fix it."
"I already did that." She nodded at the policeman, who was still walking away. "The age change can be allowed since it was relatively minor, but the racial purification and uncircumcision push things to the permission level."
"Permission level?" I looked at Runt. "Did I do something wrong?"
He sighed. "Well, I guess I should have mentioned that any major changes require permission or a direct request, like a wish." Then he frowned at the woman. "Really, Giselle? I doubt the fellow would have minded any of the changes, especially the gain of a foreskin. It was removed without his permission."
"And just how would he explain the restoration? Or the fact that his genetic makeup is different. You changed his DNA! He looks sorta the same, but no one who really knows him would think it was him after they got a good look. Even his voice is different. Or was. I left the age, but made everything else normal again."
"Now then." She looked at Runt. "We need to talk about the rules if yo plan to create new demons."