Kevin was just a normal 16 year old boy...
That is until the day he found a normal looking spiral notebook on his way home from school. He threw it in his backpack, he could always use more paper. There it sat for a few days until he was bored one Saturday afternoon, his single Dad out of the house and Kevin alone in his bedroom.
He pulled out his ratty old journal, flipping through the pages.
'Wow it's actually full, good thing I found that new one,' he thought as he pulled the found notebook and a pencil out of his bag. Opening up to the first page he began to write:
'April 15th, 2008...' Kevin felt a little disoriented for a second, not notcing as the flow of time began to reverse around him, his body starting to slip backwards in age, 1 month gone as his new poster on the wall behind him faded to his old one, 2 months younger as he noticed his mistake, erased the 8 and replaced it with a 9...
'...2009...' the changes that has just happened quickly reversed over the next 10 seconds, the weird feeling causing him to look up just as it returned to normal, Kevin looked around to see everything as it belonged.
"That was Weird..."
'Another week at school over, not much new to report...' he rambled on as he normally did, halfway down the page he wrote... 'From my observations the blond guys seem to get more attention, I wonder what I would look like if I had blond hair?'
Pictures of Kevin in frames in the hallway suddenly change, his brown hair turning blond. In his room as he continued his thoughts the hairs on his legs lightened, the hair on his head and the rest of his body following suit, Kevin not even noticing.
Finished with the page, he sat the notebook aside, nature taking its calling as he got up and headed towards his bathroom. He began to relieve himself, casually looking up into the mirror as he sighed, eyes widening as he saw his new blond locks.
"What the!?" he yelled as he finished, zipping back up his shorts before leaning into the mirror and grabbing a strand; it was definitely real. Peeking into his shorts he confirmed the carpet matched the drapes.
"How did this happen?" he asked himself, suddenly remembering what he had written in the notebook, running down the hall back into his room to retrieve it. Standing back in front of the mirror he took the eraser end of the pencil, wiping out the word blond, watching as his hair slowly darkened back to its natural color.
"This is fucking trippy! There is no way this is really happening to me... I wonder what else I can do..."
He thought for a moment, trying to think of something a little harder than just hair color before writing...
'My bathroom is attached to my room.' He always hated having to walk down to the end of the hall to use his bathroom... There was a rush of disorientation as his whole house reconfigured itself to match the notebook. Kevin looked out the bathroom door and sure enough there his bed was, the doorway now looking right into his room.
Kevin jumped in excitement, his mind moving a million miles per second as he began to plot what he could do. He jumped on his bed, turning to a fresh sheet of paper, pencil moving toward the notebook....