Noah felt a little embarrassed writing what he did. If anyone read the thing he'd turn beat red. It was always a fantasy of his to feel like he truly belonged so why not say that he is? He often thought about the fact and wondered that if he was part of the family would he be treated any better.
He laughed to himself and made his way to the bathroom to pee but as he entered he felt a little dizzy. A wave of distortion hit as he stumbled, catching himself on the edge of the sink. He finally stopped feeling sick and stood up wondering what had happened. He got his answer when he looked in the mirror.
His body had changed! Not by much but he looked extremely different. His straight blond hair had become curly and red. His facial features had all shifted slightly along with new blue eyes and freckles. He also noticed his clothes looked a but nicer and he felt a bit shorter. Looking at his face more, he realized what had happened. He looked like himself, but if he was the biological child of Steven and Margaret.
Noah barely had time to process this when Stacy walked into the bathroom. She looked up surprised and Noah was about to try and explain what had happened but then Stacy said something unexpected.
"Oh, sorry bro. I didn't know you were in here." She said.
Noah almost wanted to scream in joy as not only did the family not notice anything different, but Stacy had called him bro!
"Uh Stacy?" Noah asked. "What am I to you?"
Stacy looked puzzled but then gave a light chuckle.
"Geez Nathan stop messing with me. You're my twin bro and you're a doofus." She replied.
Noah was dumbfounded. Not only was his name Nathan now apparently, but he was also considered Stacy's twin! That was why he looked younger, because he was now 17 years old instead of 18. Stacy walked over to the sink and jokingly shoved him aside and started doing her makeup. She would never have done this before. Usually she would have just huffed and kicked him out, but she seemed to like Noah, or Nathan, a whole lot more.
Noah walked out of the bathroom and went back to his room. He picked up the Journal and held it in his hands. He smiled thinking of all the fun he could have with this thing. He could get revenge on people who were dicks or he could change the people around him more or even make himself anything he wanted!
Whatever was written in this book became fact, and it was all his.