“Katy Jones” I penned into the page. From the moment my pen left the page, the ink suddenly soaked into the paper like water to a sponge. The book began to rattle and vibrate as if it were alive. In shock I reflexively dropped it onto the floor where it thrashed and bounced against the hardwood panels. After a minute of this, the book stilled. The air felt icy.
Cautiously I lifted the book back up. It made no movement of its own, so I breathed a sigh of relief. I checked the first page again to find that indeed my name had vanished into thin air. I flipped over to the next page of the book to find that the ink on those pages had vanished as well! Every single page that used to be covered in text was now blank!
My heart was thumping. Here in my hands was a genuine magical book. I’d read about stuff like this back in high school, back when I basically exclusively read young adult fantasy novels. Somehow I had in my possession a book just like that, except instead of being full of spells and potion stains it bore a ludicrously powerful enchantment. “Whatever you write within its pages shall manifest itself in reality.”
“I really shouldn’t have this kind of power,” I said to myself, “in fact no one should have this kind of power! I’ve read enough about these things to know that much.” I contemplated chucking it into the dumpster, but then a thought manifested in the back of my head. The corners of my mouth quivered into an impish smile. “I know I shouldn’t, but… why not give it a whirl before I get rid of it, eh? It’s not like I’d abuse it.”
Turning to the first blank page I wrote “I, Katy Jones, am a modestly wealthy college student with silky brunette hair, a flawless cream colored complexion, and a fashionably curvaceous body.” Once I lifted my pen, the ink on the paper flashed with a soft, golden light for only a second. I looked up from the book and gazed around my dorm room. Where there were once hand-me-down sheets on my bed were brand new covers of the highest thread count available at most stores. All the clothes in my closet were brand new as well, and there were a good few more outfits to boot. My old laptop was suddenly upgraded to a gorgeous new model with the fastest processors on the market. My bookshelf was stocked with way more of my favorite books than usual, and were those fairy figurines always there? I suddenly remembered that yes they always were, and that my room had always been like this. Did the book add new memories to my brain to accompany this change in reality?
I squealed with delight when I saw my new room. The book worked like a dream! That had to mean that I had also transformed, right? So I zipped over to the full length mirror and couldn’t help but jump and clap at my makeover. No longer was I the frumpy, rectangular girl with acne and uncontrollable frizzy hair. Now I looked like what Hollywood would probably make an attractive nerd girl look like. Silky chocolate hair cascaded over my smooth and creamy shoulders. My tummy was tucked and toned, my hips were softly defined, and for the first time in my life I had actual boobs instead of those pathetic mosquito bites! Of course, I still had my glasses on over somewhat plain brown eyes, but I figured that was enough. Everything I had written in the book had come true. I was ready to throw the book in the garage and live out the rest of my life as if nothing happened.
Of course, if the book could do this, I wondered with an impish grin, what else could it do for me?