While thinking, you pull up your navy jacket and cover your white tee. For as casual as it is, it doesn't do much to veil your basic torso. You don't worked out, unlike your younger junior brother, Max, but it's not like your as skinny as your college sophomore brother, Sam. You'll likely never get a gym membership like your dad, Alexi, but you aren't going to order large menu items and grow a gut like your father, Max Sr. The blue jeans did well at covering your slightly chubby legs and butt, but your best friend Gene always said that they "look big enough for him to stand on." Of course he was joking, but most jokes have some sign of truth.
After some thought, you decide to just write something dumb and indulgent. "Everyone is naked" was funny, in a juvenile way. If one of your dads came in and saw it, they wouldn't think it was anything more than some nonsense teenage wish-fulfillment. At most, you'd get reprimanded for leaving it out in the open for your brother to see, but that wouldn't matter as long as you hid-
"What's that?"
Oh yeah, Max came in with you. He's wearing black gym shorts, tank top, some headwear, and probably some other things you couldn't care about. You thought he was the one taking the shower, but that must have been Sam. You'd think that he would have gone to his college dorm for a shower, but then again, he's usually does whatever he wants. Max began leaning over your chair and looking at the open journal; too late to try and hide it now. Despite knowing that, you shut the book out of instinct and got up.
"It's a book. You know, those things with words in them that y-"
"Ha ha, shut up Ky'," he says sarcastically, "I'm talking about what you wrote"
Of course you start to think about what you wrote, but what was suppose to just be a quick subconscious reminder stood in the middle of your brain. Something was weird with what you wrote, so you open the book again and find the page you wrote on. Max saunters over and squeezes into you, poking his chest by your armpit and pressing his penis against your thigh, to get a closer look.
"Yeah, what's that word? Naked," he said, pronouncing it as if you replaced the r in raked with an n. You feel like that wasn't how it is actually pronounced, but for the life of you you couldn't tell. You'd never heard of this word in your life and had no clue what it meant. You move a step to the side so your brother isn't humping you and closed the book.
"Just something in English, don't worry about it," you tell him. It looks like that was satisfying enough for him, since he shrugged and fell back on his bed. You stare at his slightly-jutted pecs, his soft teen abs, and muscular thighs as he messes with some guys on Snapchat, feeling as if there was something up with how much you were seeing. Before you could think about it anymore, he grabbed one of his pecs and made a mocking kissy face at you, apparently having seen you gaze at his sports muscles. You roll your eyes and sit down on your own bed, letting the silky blankets softly press up on your butt. The cold sheets make you shiver a bit, but otherwise you're fine. You begin thinking about all of the weird things you've experienced the past couple of hours.
That flashlight that was suppose to do... something had apparently changed your dad's "gender" when you shined it on him- whatever that means, and messed reality up. You learned this from a note that was already in the flashlight... maybe it was the last owner? Nothing feels messed up, but you got a new book out of it so who cares. The store owner wasn't too bothered either, so whatever gender was must not have been a big deal. The owner gave you this "Book of Norm" that's suppose to change anything to be normal. Now, you yourself have written a word you don't remember the purpose of, which meant... something weird is happening.
You decide to open the book again, and right below your three-worded message was something that definitely wasn't there before. A message, similar to the one in the flashlight,