My heart was racing at the thought of the change I'd caused. Could the book do something this big? I mean, it had worked before, for physical things, but still. I found my mind wandering to the best places to observe this new change...there was always porn, of course, but what about gay bars? Sports teams? Thinking of jocks, I absently wished I could see how my changes would pan out in a high school locker-room. I remembered being bullied over my dick back in school, when puberty first hit, but this new world would be entirely different. I sighed. Not only was I a college student now, it was also summer. Even if I could get into a locker room without drawing unwanted attention, nobody would be there.
I turned to close the book and get to googling the effects of my change, but, to my surprise, the ink on the page was rearranging itself to form two short sentences.
They read:
"Today's date is June 1st, 2020. Jason Gray is a 20 year old sophomore in college."
My eyes went wide. The sentences were simple, and I could already see how easy they would be to edit. It was like the book had read my mind. I paused for a moment, suddenly worrying that I'd lose the book if I changed who I was. In response, another block of text appeared:
"Jason Gray is the current owner of the book. The book will appear wherever Jason Gray calls home."
At these new words, I grinned. Whatever magic was in the book, I guess it wasn't going anywhere. My worries swept aside for now, I reached forward, and made the edits I had in mind. I set the date to last fall, a week or so after school had started. Instead of just editing my own sentence, though, I added a few words to make sure nothing too crazy changed.
"Jason Gray is 20 year old sophomore in college when he's home, but when he sets foot on the property of a high school he becomes and is treated like a student there. Outside of school, he lives in this apartment, and is seen as an adult."
That should keep things normal. I didn't want to suddenly be living with my parents again, or be stuck actually going to school. This way, I'd fit in just as long as I wanted to.
As I put my pen down, I noticed something strange. Before the book had occasionally editing my words to make them more academic. Now, before my eyes, it added something of its own. Word by word, it wrote:
"Right now, Jason Gray is standing inside the nearest high school."
My eyes widened in alarm. Up till this point all the changes the book had made were more about the words I used, not what I said. This addition wasn't bad — it saved time, even — but I was starting to get a sneaking suspicion that this book wasn't as straightforward as it seemed. Before I had a chance to question it further, though, the book slammed shut, and my world plunged momentarily into black.
When I came to, the changes had already occurred...