Girl Talk, and More Notebook Answers

For a few seconds, you're not sure Allison is going to answer your question, but then she replies, "Sorry to disappoint you -- just from chatting a bit as she was delivering pizzas. I told you, I made her less shy -- and she kind of let it slip accidentally on purpose."

"Okay, okay," you say, and take another couple bites of pizza. "So are you drunk enough yet to tell me what you've done to yourself with the notebook? Other than turning yourself into tennis players, and making yourself bi."

"Ha ha, I guess," she says. "It's really not that much -- I mean this is basically what I really look like. I've just made some minor improvements -- perfect teeth that won't get cavities, made my boobs symmetrical and, uh, perkier, got rid of all my body hair so I don't have to shave, and, uh, made myself more sensitive and made my pussy smell and taste like cherries. Probably some other minor stuff I'm forgetting."

"That last one -- you can do that?"

"Yeah, of course -- I mean, it doesn't have to be cherries. I guess you could make yours be your own favorite flavor. Oh, yeah, I thought of something else -- no cramps and very little blood when I have my period."

Your eyes widen. "That's not minor!" You put down the piece of pizza you're eating and grab your notebook out of your purse.

"I actually considered getting rid of it entirely," Allison admits. "But I decided that would make me feel like less of a woman. Even when I'm a man."

You've only gotten as far as "My periods" in your notebook, but you stop and look up at her. "You've changed yourself into a man?!"

"Huh, guess I am drunker than I thought," she says. "Yeah, just as an experiment, to see what it was like."

"And...?"

"And nothing's stopping you from trying it! I'll tell you, it does help understand them better -- you can always kind of feel that thing that's attached between your legs, and with that testosterone in your body -- it's no wonder they think about sex so much."

An image of yourself as a man flashes across your brain, but you merely complete the sentence you're writing. "My periods are extremely minor, with no cramps and very little blood." You show what you've written to Allison.

"Looks good," she says.

"How do I know if it worked?" you ask.

"Next time you have your period, silly," she says. "Oh, you mean in general? If you write something that's too much -- well, try it now. Write something that could change the whole world."

You write the first thing you can think of, "The sky is pink." No sooner do you move the pen away than the ink fades away, the paper pristine where that sentence had been.

"See? If it stays in the notebook, it's in effect," says Allison. "You can cross things out if you want to reverse them, or you can just write the opposite, obviously. Once you get to the last page, the first page will disappear and you'll get a new blank page at the back, but all the stuff from the first page will still be working. Got it?"

You nod. "Anything else you want to tell me while you're drunk?"

She laughs and changes the subject. "Hey, it's Saturday, and the night's still young, so if you wanted to go out and party, we could. We always have the money for a cab, or I could use my notebook to make myself sober again..."

You're thinking it over. You realize you could use your notebook to make yourself less tired.

"Too bad Gina's not performing tonight," Allison jokes, although you think it might not entirely be a joke.