"Show me my town," I said, just barely above a whisper. The book produced a detailed local map followed by a brief history of the town and tables of demographic information. Bingo. I started scanning the tables only to be interrupted by an obnoxious flashing from my laptop.
"Big-dicked Asians Near You!!!" an ad banner screamed from the margins of my screen, featuring a smug looking jock lifting his tank-top up and his shorts down to reveal a v-shaped torso pointing like muscular arrow to an impossibly fat bulge. Like most ads on tube sites, I doubted the claim. According to the magic book, the population of my town was a measly 2.2% Asian (including Hawaiian and Pacific Islander and people primarily of Asian descent). Not for long though.
First order of business was to get a lot more big-dicked Asians into my neighborhood. I idly wondered what K-pop stars looked like in this new world. Something to check later. My pen hovered over the book. I didn't want to overdo it, but my libido, fueled by a runaway size kink, was running the show at this point.
"32.2%," I wrote, not even bothering to cross out the old number. The handwritten "3" blurred, along with several other numbers in the column before morphing into the new statistics. Almost a third. That would surely cause big differences in reality. My eyes raked across the tiny apartment, looking for changes. Something was subtly off. Was the paint a shade lighter? The only major change I could see was a lucky bamboo plant near the front door. A gift from a neighbor? A friend? A landlord? Definitely not that asshole Larry, but maybe I had new landlord in this reality.
Still, it was just one town I was changing at this point, I reassured myself. Can't mess reality up too much at this level. The LGBT demographics were dismal, even lower than national statistics. I always thought like 10% of people were supposed to be gay. Another quick, easy fix. Nothing too over the top. "21.7%" A quick look around my room turned up a rainbow sticker on my laptop that hadn't been there before and a slightly crumpled Gay-Straight Alliance flyer.
It looked like women slightly outnumbered men in the town, not even a whole percentage point. Better to tip the odds in my favor though. I changed it to 30/70 before hastily switching it to 47/53. It felt a little silly making tiny careful demographic tweaks after turning all the Asian men in the world into beefy brutal tops with pornstar dicks, but changing my town felt more consequential somehow, like what I had written earlier was just a distant fantasy instead of reality. After all, the only changes I had seen in person were my slightly larger dick and a rainbow sticker. The only other glimpses into this new world had been through porn clips, and those were a distant fantasy even before I found the book.
"I should stop before I cause serious issues," I thought to myself even as I adjusted the median age of the town a little closer to my own. Hopefully that would get more college guys in the area. I bit my lip and tried to think of my next change. Maybe I could make some changes directly to myself? Did the book even work that way, or was it just a magic textbook?
"Book…uh…show me Jason Gray?" I asked, watching the text swirl across the page.
There was an unexpected knock on the door, prompting me to slam the book shut I had been caught a dirty magazine, which wasn't too far from the truth.