Well, you can add Paul and Trisha now.

You doublecheck the entries, and pinch your nose in thought for a moment. So this is the diary of some girl-yourself that was granted all their wishes. Just like the boy-yourself can remember. And that girl-you was enrolled in a special swimming program, and roomed with Cass and Ash. But she seems to have had no tock until she got wishes... which contradicts all your existing memories of the new reality.

So in reality, reality-changing wishes are really just a pain in the ass, you realize.

Your problem is, the only things you remember are fucking Casey and Ashley on Monday, and then Paul and Trisha on Tuesday. Today is Wednesday. "I wish to remember the events of this diary." you say. But nothing happens. You can't even feel the slight and suble underscore of power that accompanied all of your wishes before.

With shaking fingers you grab the pencil. You first erase everything that mentions wishes. And the whole mad ranting line from this Tuesday. You leave the "revised schedule" parts because they don't matter anyway. And now you pencil in a new entry, reading: Tock reveal [!!] Had a good time with Paul and Trisha in a 3some. Voice in the shower. Things are weird and need investigating.

So that is it, for now. You twitch as you find your handwriting has changed. Without even thinking about it, you wrote in the same neat feminine script as the girl-you who kept the diary. All that is missing is hearts and flowers all over the entries. You check. Phew. No, you're not that girly. At least. On the other hand, girly enough to fuck - you count again - nine guys in under two weeks, and apparently love it. Do you love it? You think about Paul, and hell yeah getting you vava stuffed was great.

You shut the pink little diary close and pack it in your bag. Time to face your new reality again. You step out of your locker room, and walk to the foyer. Ashley and Casey are both standing there, not caring about the scenery of training dorm-mates through the glass-front. Instead, they are flicking around on their phones.

Casey is again clad like yesterday, in a light purple fur coat, which resembles a trench-coat... you squint. Not at all. It's just a long, fur-covered coat. And like yesterday, too, you are pretty sure she only has underwear below the coat. She opted for purple knee-high, high-heeled leather boots today, which lift her up to almost the size of Ash and yourself.

Meanwhile, Ash is wearing the same harem-girl outfit today that you had yesterday, except in neon orange of course. Harem pants, halter top and mini-vest, and even slippers in a vaguely oriental style. Bare belly button, naturally. Casey wouldn't allow anything but. Speaking of which, Casey motions you to leave for classes, and you get into formation.

Casey sweeps forward, in a deliberate but forceful power stride, but not fast. She tucks away her phone and begins speaking. "Alright. The news are all normal. Politics, celebrities, fashion, science, international... Nothing I saw was different from yesterday."

"Did you expect something big happening?" you ask.

"Dunno! ... I. don't. know." Cass snaps. "I've got a headache and feel like I was pulled over from another dimension into a weird world. Something is not right. Sorry for causing a scene, earlier." That last apology is totally not sincere, like she wants you both to accept it and never mention her outbursts again. It's still one of the more nice things she said, you rarely saw her apologizing. Or, at least, you remember she... Oh yeah, that headache.

"Hmm." Ashley sounds dismissive. "I still don't get it. Another world? Like, with alien overlords, or a communist tyranny? Wakanda-like? Or more Narnia?"

"Cut the BS, will you." Casey snaps. "I only feel weird about our dorm, and I can't shake some urges and memories. It's a weird feeling, like a deja-vu but not."

"So, there is maybe nothing strange in the news... but I found my diary." you volunteer.