Wait and see if something unusual pops up, right?

But it seems, that nothing strange happens - neither now, nor later in the other study periods. You get Ayaddeen's notes to copy, and nothing extraordinary happens to you all day either. You spend all of in Casey's company, and mostly with Ashley as well.

Well... there is lunch which sucks, because the only liquid meal they serve that day is a noodle soup, and your mouth is the way it is, with no teeth to chew. With determination, you manage to mash the noodles with your tongues and then slurp the bits with the tock. You also get a slush juice, a protein shake and a salad bowl from the buffet which you just fill to the brim with dressing.

Your sexy, toned, muscular body feels fantastic and energetic, but it also sure gets hungry. And mealtime is in hard mode now, especially since you have to take care that nobody takes a closer look at your mouth.

You carefully make some small wishes throughout the day, but nothing happens at all. The afternoon lectures you endure with an uncomfortable stomach. Thanks to the month-long memory implants of your previous meals with the tock, you begin to suspect that it was the shake that didn't agree with the other stuff. You hadn't had tested protein shakes before. Your diet is a problem you'll eventually figure out, though.

Today, there is more than an hour of free time before the swim training, and it's the point when Casey starts plotting again. She and Ashley are, after all, aware that something isn't completely right with reality. She wants to check your diary, and so of course you let her take a peak into your most intimate sex life. After all, Casey always gets what she wants.

You all sit down at a table in the library in the front of Kempner, which overlooks the basin that is currently still open to other dorms. And then Casey wrinkles her nose at the hasty scribbled notes that you made each day. "That's like, not nearly scientific enough!" She complains. "You need to take more measurements. What do they smell like, what are their hair-and-eye colors! Skin tone, moles, hair density..."

You goggle. "For each one, I recorded like... their height, their penis size and even how they grunt during sex! And the worst thing, it's like I fucked four... five boys from our training squad already!"

"Six." Ashley points out. "You totally should complete the entry for yesterday, when you bedded Paul and Trisha. You like, need to mention their height, their noises and Paul's cock size at least. You totally wrote 'good time' and that's like the whole entry."

"But I have no idea about like, his cock size!" you protest. Even his height is... well, he was a few centimeters shorter than you, so that makes him... You fish in your rucksack to get out the pencil.

Casey snorts. "Pen down your estimate. You fucked like dozens of guys before, this can't be hard." Then she pulls out her own, purple diary, which she places next to yours, and opens it for the same week as yours, with Wednesday as the current day. "Like, check out my master diary. So far, I fucked mostly the sophomores, but I also claimed Jorge and Luke from our own classes. Interestingly enough, my diary is a bit different from Emcey's. Like... let me see... I totally can't remember writing anything of this. But in my diary, Emcey fucked Zé and Lenny in the other order, she didn't screw Fred and John, and she also had sex with Kenneth and Jack."

"What?" you snap. "Like, yellow Ken the dorm advisor? And Jack, my former... um..." you almost blurted out that he was your former room-mate. "... my former, neighbour?"

"Jack the blonde sophomore from upstairs, room..." Casey looks up her diary. "Room 412". She looks up to your eyes wondering. "Well, the other day I also met a Jack from some other dorm, who totally escorted me to our room! I have no idea why I turned him away." She leans back and pouts. "And worse, I also have no clear memories of any of my one-night-stands either. Our daily threesomes, are like totally crispy. The guys are... blurry."

You stare at your two gorgeous friends and your cheeks get warm. You know that this is your fault. Your wishes... But you can't take them back. "Here!" you present your corrected diary. ... Had a good time with Paul and Trisha in a 3some. (Things are weird and need investigating.) Paul is 1.80(?), hairy body, and brilliant sparkly white, his penis is slightly above average (15 cm?), he is an energetic fucker but shy; has a girlfriend. Trisha (1.70, A+ cups?) is shaved except for a bush, is dull brown, and has two boyfriends that she visited after she left.

"Don't complain about lacking details." you stall Casey as she opens her mouth.

"No, I was just wondering about the 'brilliant white' and 'dull brown'. Like, Paul is black and Trisha is Asian, but not Southeast..." she remarks.

"Look, I think I explained it already? I see everyone with personal color schemes. I'm pink, and you are like, purple, and Ashley is orange..."

"Emcey mentioned that she has synesthesia." Ashley confirms. "It's new, right?"

"Yes, since yesterday."

Casey nods. "Great. If that helps you describing people, then go for it. Okay, Ashley, show us your diary. I want to check if it's also different."

Ashley's eyes go wide.