Tristan was in his room waking up from a nap, the boy opened his eyes and saw that the afternoon had already fallen and the light began to wane in the room.
"I fall asleep..."
The young man took his phone and saw that the time had passed even missing a class but... Who cares? Tristan was too discouraged to give a shit about skipping a class or two.
"The heck?!" Tristan screamed as he saw how the battery on his phone reached a zero percent before the screen turning off at the second.
The boy tried to look for his charger but he found everything except his heterosexuality and a charger, after not finding anything he looked next to his roommate and found that he was not there, out of curiosity he approached in search of a charger and found a book...
"Andy always writes here... And I saw him hiding it under his bed, is it his diary?"
Tristan's low instinct wanted to see the contents of the (he supposed) diary.
"I don't think it matters if I see it... I can always say I didn't move anything, and I just leave it there..."
The curiosity was greater than the depression that the boy felt, but this curiosity turned into stupefaction when he saw his roommate's entries. A strange mix of graphs, statements and things that didn't look like a diary, they looked more like a scrapbook of the great amount of things he had.
"Andy likes... Weird things..."
Tristan read and read to the point where his attention was lost until he reached the part where Andy had written about the changes he was having. His loss of muscle mass, size, his homoerotic feelings...
"How does he know this?!"
Tristan screamed as he felt his heart begin to beat strongly and he saw everything his roommate had written in the book. The young man reached a point where he tried to tear out the pages of the book without any success, the young man then decided to take a pencil and begin to cross out everything written.
"I want my life back!!!"
The young man shouted that while writing it in the book.
A loud lightning bolt rang out and Tristan dropped the book in surprise.
"The heck?!"
Tristan went to the window and tried to see if there was a storm or something.
"How strange... It's clear."
After seeing from the window the young man suddenly felt... Normal, he was no longer depressed or anything like that, he took the book and saw something strange... The pages no longer had scratches or anything like that, instead they only showed a whole page of written things and next to it a realistic portrait drawing of his face... His old face.
"I miss seeing myself like this..." Tristan said that when he saw himself in the mirror and for a second had the feeling similar to when you wake up and feel your body and mind separated on...
"Am I... Me? Am I?! Is that me?!!"
Tristan smiled like a fool looking at his face, his masculine features were back along with a small stubble.
"How...? How is it possible?! Could it be that..."
Looking down the boy saw his inflated pecs, his toned abs, even his height back to normal.
"I'm back? I'm back babe!!!"
Tristan couldn't stop jumping for joy feeling back to how he used to be.
"Wait, then... THAT SON OF A BITCH!!!"
Tristan wasn't a genius but even he could do "1+1+1=3".
"He did all those dirty things to me!!! I'm going to destroy him when I see him!"
The renewed jock threw the book to the ground with force.
"Wait... This book... I don't know what it does but... Something tells me that my revenge will be very fun with this"