Retreat, retreat!

"Hey hun," began the Izzy girl, maybe, "how much do you--h-hey!"

THUD.

Closing the door, Ben managed to slide back into his apartment unscathed. He looked at the wristband, then wriggled it off.

The knocks on his door subsided. Ben turned to eye it, catching a few unintelligible murmurs as what sounded like footsteps carried themselves away from beyond the wood.

The FUCK?

After a moment of thought, Ben stopped breathing, eyes drifting up to his desk.

Laid on top of it, in the same place it had been from yesterday, was his journal.

At least, he could have sworn it was.

When Ben went up to examine it, he found that it wasn't. It was a thick book, wrapped in black, with empty page after empty page in between each cover. He was unable to find any text. For the next hour, he killed time by pissing and looking up videos, the contents of which alternated between mythical grimoires and convertible cars. Needless to say, he was a little spooked -- if turned on.

Somehow, someone had taken his journal and, in its place, dropped a book that could... change things. Normally, the question would be who [did it?], where [was his journal]. But right now, the question at the top of his cranium was occupied by something far more pressing: what in the world was this thing? Surfing the web, Ben found nothing else about the world that was out of place. Did his 'change' only affect himself? Did it retroactively alter history?

The frazzled man held his breath. Then he began to write.

There is a girl outside my window flashing her tits at me.

Setting the pen down, Ben took a look outside.

Down below, there was a group of teenagers scuffling down the sidewalk. One of them, a young girl, was trailing behind them. Then, suddenly, without stopping, she curled her fingers under the hem of her shirt and yanked it up, over two very perky boobs. Exposed in the blue, she turned her torso towards Ben's window, and wiggled them a little. Not a second later, she pulled her bra and shirt back over her sacred parts, shimmying it to fit, and sped forward to catch up with her friends.

"Shit," Ben winced. His hard-on banged against the wall, and he fell back into his chair.

Double shit.