Never. Some things you better keep to yourself. But...

You can never tell your room-mates that you made three dozen wishes yesterday and totally messed up their lives. They are trusting you, and you're Casey's new gangmember... well, that's what you think. Who knows how this changed timeline influences their minds! So that doesn't mean they're not going to be totally angry when you tell them you're really just a guy who wanted to get in their pants. And your wishing power has left you. You made that little test after all, earlier.

"So yeah, I found my diary. You know what I write in there, right?" you say.

"Sure." Ashley says. "You write entire novels, praising the dicks of the guys you fuck each day." As she sees your raised eyebrows, she shrugs. "It's not like you want to hang around each night, when Casey and I are rutting. And you showed me your diary - you write insane poetry about whichever dick you fucked. I mean, good insane. Insanely good... you know, reading it makes me wet, and I'm a lesbian."

Casey stops and turns around in the middle of the pathway to the college's main building. She looks at Ashley. "What are you talking there?"

"Emcey's diary! Each evening our cute big blushing nympho here fucks a guy, and then spends two or three hours in the library on this side of the pool and writes about her experiences." Ashley gesticulates. "THAT diary."

Casey is holding her head, maybe in pain. "That's stupid. Emcey's diary is a scientific log in which she protocols her sexual encounters each day, just like you do. After all, we need to write down all observations for Orchid Flour."

"Orchid flower?" you ask, and see how confused Ashley looks, too. The two of you frown at each other over Casey's head, then look at her again.

Casey yelps and covers her mouth. "You really don't know? Oh shit, but I'm so certain that... But... Oh man, I'm not sure if this is a headache or nausea."

"Guys." you pull out the pink diary, and wave with the unopened booklet. "You're both wrong. Kinda. Look." you take a deep breath. "Guys, I don't keep a diary. Never did, and here it is."

Casey looks at your diary, then your eyes. Then to Ash. And back to you. You're not the only one who uses this awkward silent moment to gulp once or twice.

Then Casey grimaces... "So, maybe not another world, but three other worlds? How does this work?"

Ashley just shakes her head strongly. "Can we first rule out brainwashing and... other mindfuckery, please? Alternative worlds are waaaaay out of my comfort zone." You can't help but grin at her words. At least, nobody has suggested a magical djinny yet... or whatever the wish-granting voice was.

Casey purses her lips, but then comes to a conclusion, it seems. "Let's talk about this. But first..."